wow it's been a really long time since i made anything

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
Hands

based on the 12x19 clip, a suggestion about Dean’s voicemails from @casthegrumpy and my dum headcanon

Dean counts the bullets again. Locks the box, puts the gun in its holster. He glances over at his phone while he works. The screen is black.

Sam is out on a grocery run because they’ve been cooped up in the bunker for four days with no leads and only takeout to eat. Dean’s hands hurt, cramped like it’s been too long since he fired a gun or stabbed something in the throat. Like the Mark of Cain still exists in his fingers, in his knuckles, his palms.

“Make your voice…a mail.”

“Cas, this is the tenth time I’ve called you today.” Dean hangs up, furious.

Sam keeps saying that Cas is fine, but that only makes it worse. Dean knows Sam is just saying that to placate him, to make him calm down. The fact that Sam knows Dean that well, knows he needs that reassurance, only makes him more frustrated. 

He opens his laptop and scours the web for any kind of strange news. At this point, he’d be happy to take out a vamp nest or a couple werewolves. He doesn’t fucking care if it has anything to do with Lucifer’s lovechild or hell’s fucking royal hierarchy. 

His phone buzzes. He picks it up and tries to answer it before realizing it’s just a text from Sam. 

Do we need eggs?

He types back a quick yes and dials Cas again.

“Make your voice…a mail.”

“Listen to me, you son of a bitch.” He doesn’t quite know where he’s going with this. “You don’t tell somebody you love them and then disappear for a month, alright? Maybe this is all on me. Maybe I–maybe you don’t realize that I…I should’ve said something. There. I admit it. I should’ve said something, so I’m saying it now. I feel the same way, Cas. I should’ve told you, and I’m sorry.” He pauses, takes a deep breath. “Call me back. I need to know you’re OK.”

He hangs up and stares down at his phone. His fingers are tingling.

He hurls the phone at the nearest wall and is satisfied when it shatters.

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Fine Line

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: NC-17

Prompt: “Please put your penis away.” / Smut / It’s a fine line between love and hate. At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order to remain blindly oblivious to the fact that, despite your best efforts, you have a definite attraction to your roommate. A roommate who may or may not like you back. 

Word Count: 2,330

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Tessellate

Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Summary: You, Tom and Harrison are in quite the predicament when you unexpectedly meet your best friends other best friend. Sometimes, interests can overlap. Part one of three.

Word Count: 4,821

Warnings: cursing

A/N: well guys, remember like six months ago when i asked if anyone wanted a Tom and Harrison love triangle? this is it. 


Harrison’s apartment number stands right in front of you, a glistening silver number on an otherwise smooth white door. You wonder how exactly he’s able to stay in a cushy place like this for only a couple of weeks while he does something-or-other in Manhattan.

You thought about asking him, but his door opens, the rush of air making you shiver. Harrison stares at you with wide eyes for a moment, taking in your soaking wet figure. It’s uncomfortable, being under his gaze like that, even though you’ve been friends for years.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or can I come in?” you blurted, walking by him without waiting for an answer. He seems to regain his senses about thirty seconds later, closing the door and sliding over to you.

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Being Damian’s best friend. How they meet, How they become closer, What do together, and how you find out about his past and being Robin. 

Requested by @gracesnowstorm


How they meet

  • I imagine that you two would meet at a Gala. Your family was invited and you were forced to go.
  • You stayed near the wall and only talked when necessary
  • let’s be honest, Damian had Titus with him because
  • he NEEDED TO SHOW OFF THAT HEHAD AN AMAZING DOG
  • but Titus got distracted and ended up getting attached to you
  • WOULD NOT LEAVE YOU ALONE
  • Damian came along and questioned why his loyal canine was with some pretty lady
  • You two basically hit it off
  • the conversation started with “Damian Wayne? Wow ok” and you kept playing with Titus
  • You two somehow kept a conversation?
  • it was mostly just you rambling about something but hey it was fine
  • Damian was sad to see you go, Titus was whining
  • buT HEY HE GOT YOUR NUMBER
  • (Dick was so happy oh my god, his baby brother got someones number. HE HAS A FRIEND)
  • (Tim and Jason are just, WHAT, EXCUSE ME?! DEMON SPAWN HAS A FRIEND?!!)

How they become closer

  • So he found out you went to Gotham Academy 
  • He asked his father if he could go to Gotham Academy
  • even though he BASICALLY KNOWS A LOT
  • but Bruce let him go
  • turns out he got into the same class as you
  • YOU WERE HAPPY AS HELL
  • you MADE him sit next to you
  • the two of you didn’t really listen in class, just whispered about stuff, somehow you two didn’t get caught
  • the two of you became close rather quickly and you could basically tell him anything
  • he was the FIRST person to know anything
  • “DAMIAN OH MY GOD GUESS WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNING!!!!!”
  • Damian always told you about his brothers and the dumb stuff they do
  • like that one time Tim spilt his coffee on the floor and ended up slipping and smacked FACE FIRST into the floor and just took a nap on the floor
  • or that one time where Dick dropped a plate on his foot and didn’t necessarily give a damn 
  • when you first went over to the Wayne Manor for just a simple hang out or something it was a mess
  • EVERYONE WAS SPYING ON YOU TWO
  • it was extremely awkward
  • you two ended up going out and getting a drink or something

What they do together 

  • Its basically just hanging out and doing whatever is available
  • it usually starts with Damian drawing at his desk and you laying on his bed and just talking for an hour or so
  • then Alfred comes in and said there were snacks in the kitchen
  • you BOLTED DOWN THERE LIKE THE FLASH
  • after that it’s either checking out the library or going to the backyard
  • maybe out to town to get some stuff, like food, or drinks.
  • you guys have like a specific place you meet up at if you can’t go to the Manor 
  • it’s a little shop that has cute little sandwiches and really good drinks. its adorable
  • when he gets there its just long conversations before you decide to go out and take a walk
  • JUST MORE TALKING
  • you two never seem to get bored of talking, theres always something to talk about
  • The topic of a basement in the Manor often comes up
  • but since Damian can’t tell you about the batcave and him being Robin so he somehow weaves his away around that question

Finding out he’s Robin and his past

  • Talia found out about you and used this information as an opening to get her son back into the league of assassins
  • She kidnaps you and ends up tying you to a chair (You probably know what happens next)
  • Damian KNOWS something is wrong after two days of you not at school and not responding to his texts
  • He finds a little clue of where you are and doesn’t hesitate to go and save you
  • he of course wouldn’t listen to his father, he’s ONLY thinking of saving you
  • He’ll get there and find you on the chair, SEEING that you haven’t had anything to eat or drink for the past two days. 
  • Talia would come in and basically reveal that he’s Robin and that Bruce is Batman
  • You’re SHOCKED LIKE WHAT?!
  • At this point you just want to go home 
  • and when Damian gets you back home he can tell that you’re pissed
  • “Damian, we’ve been friends for so long and I though you could trust me with anything… guess I was wrong”
  • ANGST.
  • he feels so bad
  • he’ll leave you alone for a day or two then show up at your door saying they NEEDED to talk.
  • thats when he’d reveal his whole past and stuff about being Robin
  • you’ve got so many questions
  • “Damian, I really appreciate you telling me this, it must’ve taken  lot of courage to say this… But oh my god can i take a ride in the Batmobile?!”
  • It takes a little while for him to make it up for keeping the secret, and you eventually forgave him
  • at least you got to ride in the batmobile

 Thats all love! I hope you liked it!

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Anon Request: a lot of angst with Seb, the reader and Seb are dating for almost a year, but she wanna breakup with him bc of the age gap and bc she can’t have kids and she knows that he wants… the end is up to you 

(OKAY so I’m trash and am kind of upset with how I ended this and want to make it more fluffy so maybe pt. 2?? Let me know)

Warnings: angst, some language, relational fighting, anxieties

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) 

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE/ASK/ANON


Part Two 


Sebastian’s jaguar pulled in between the parallel white lines, shifted the car into ‘Park’ and pulled the emergency brake. As soon as he jumped from the car, he ran around to the other side, slipped his arm around his beautiful girlfriend of ten months, (Y/N) and planted a small kiss on her cheek. He was a sucker for romance and love and was, potentially, the sweetest human being she had ever met. On a normal day, she would turn to putty in his hands, but today was in no way normal.

A few months ago, Sebastian’s cousin called him from out of the blue to tell him he and his wife were expecting a baby. Apparently, his cousin had moved to the states and was trying to find a way to contact him for quite some time. It wasn’t until that week that he had managed to find Sebastian’s mother and ask her for his phone number. Sebastian had been really close with this cousin–both of them being an only child, they became like brothers until Sebastian moved from Romania and then moved to the US. Since the cousin didn’t have any relatives in the US other than Sebastian and is mom, and given how close they once were, he wanted to know if Sebastian would be the godfather.

(Y/N) was thrilled for Sebastian. At that point they had only been together for four months or so and neither of them were thinking about anything serious just yet. Six months later and here they were, walking into a maternity ward in search of Sebastian’s newest little cousin. In all honesty, (Y/N) found the maternity ward to be the creepiest wing in a hospital–including the morgue. There was so many emotions from hormonal, pregnant women, frightened fathers-to-be, over joyous soon to be grandparents, and then the occasional disgruntled teenager looking for support as she tries to make the best decision for her and her baby.

Slowly, the couple entered a room decorated with pink balloons, stuffed animals, and an array of gift bags overflowing with pink and purple tissue paper. Sebastian pushed the door open and made his way toward his cousin and his wife, excited to meet the new baby while (Y/N) clicked the door back into place and loitered along the walls as far away from the family members as possible. In her hands was a poorly wrapped gift that she and Sebastian had made together for his goddaughter and upon arriving and realizing just how much Sebastian could have done, she was filled with guilt for convincing him to go along with her plan.

“She’s beautiful,” Sebastian cooed as his cousin handed the baby to him. “Nothing like her father,” he muttered, earning a chuckle from his cousin as the new mom slept. “What’s her name?”

“Eloise.”

“Hi, Eloise,” Sebastian sang to the girl as he cradled her in his arms. (Y/N) tried to position herself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear the adorable sounds her boyfriend made as he held such an angelic creature. She wanted to leave; correction: she never wanted to come. Sebastian had to beg her to come with him to the hospital. She had tried to explain that she had some weird fear of them but he knew all her lies and all of the quirks in her expressions that gave away her lies.

Suddenly, she heard her name mentioned as the conversation turned from the adorable new life nestled in Sebastian’s arms to their relationship. “Yeah, we just hit our ten month mark,” Sebastian said.

“Wow, so you started dating around the same time this one was conceived,” his cousin said while glancing down at his daughter.

“Well, one month longer,” Sebastian started to refute.

“Actually, babe, pregnancies are typically nine months and three weeks long so technically it’s about exactly as long as we’ve been together.”

“(Y/N), come here and meet Eloise,” Sebastian called, his attention immediately fleeting and his focus diverting back to the baby. She made her way across the hospital room quietly with timidity overcoming her. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Sebastian asked. (Y/N) looked at the child in his arms and then to the face of the man holding her. He was overjoyed to see such a small nose and tiny toes.

“She’s very pretty,” she agreed. It was hard not to see what everyone was so caught up in when looking at her. She was docile and delicate, reminding (Y/N) of rose petals in bloom, still curled up but everyone who walked by would know just how gorgeous they will blossom to be.

“Do you want to hold her?” Sebastian’s cousin asked.

“No, it’s okay,” she said before following up her excuse with a clause, “Seb’s pretty attached,” she laughed.

“Here, take her,” Sebastian insisted while standing up to place the child in her arms. Gently, the baby’s head rested between the crook of (Y/N)’s elbow and she supported the girl’s small body with her other arm.

Slowly, Eloise started to yawn, and a smile crept onto (Y/N)’s face so subtly she didn’t realize she was smiling until her cheeks started hurting. The baby leisurely nestled herself against (Y/N)’s chest and tried to suckle on her shirt before starting to cry.

“I think someone is hungry,” (Y/N) said while handing the baby back to Sebastian’s cousin who woke up his wife.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Sebastian said as he slipped his left arm around (Y/N)’s waist. “Congratulations,” he called again before the pair left the room and then the hospital entirely. (Y/N) quickly and quietly slipped into the front seat of Sebastian’s car and folded her hands in her lap.

Sebastian was still beaming from visiting his goddaughter, holding her, and playing with her small fingers, but he had started to notice that the woman he loved seemed distant and uninterested. When the arrived home, she rushed out of the car and into their house, and hurriedly started running the water in their bathroom. Quickly, she locked the door and turned on the fan, trying to create enough noise for her sobs to be inaudible. Tears streamed down her eyes and she choked, dry-heaving from hyperventilation and feeling as if at any moment she would be sick. She was too good at hiding her emotions and Sebastian hardly noticed her five minute disappearance.


When (Y/N) emerged from their bathroom and found Sebastian seated in the living room, her voice had returned to its normal tone but she seemed distressed.

“Is everything okay?” he asked her while patting the couch cushion beside him.

“You know that I love you, right?” she asked while holding her arms tightly around her body.

“Of course,” he said, his voice a mix between adoration and concern.

“Then please listen to what I have to say,” she begged.

“(Y/N) tell me what’s wrong,” he prompted as a single tear slid down her face.

“I think we have to break up,” she managed to say before her cheeks were too tight and her throat too restricted for her to physically say anything. Sebastian was taken by surprise and couldn’t believe she would ever consider leaving everything they had together.

“Where is this coming from? Come on, (Y/N) please, please don’t do this to me.”

“You promised you’d listen,” she said through another solitary tear drop. “We’ve been together for almost a year now and, well, I,” finding words was impossible and the only thing she could think of was Robin Scherbatsky. “Remember when I made you sit down and binge watch How I Met Your Mother?” she asked him. He nodded as his throat constricted with each breath. “Do you remember the episode with the Empire State Building when Robin’s sister visits and they’re talking about the different on and off ramps in a relationship?” Again he nodded, trying to figure out exactly what the gorgeous woman in front of him was trying to say. “We’ve been on the freeway for a long time Sebastian, and I…I think that, even if we are in the same lane, you’re eleven miles ahead of me.”

“What is this about?” Sebastian asked, his concern turning to frustration as it took longer for her to explain to him why she was trying to leave him.

“If our relationship was a freeway, would you consider taking an exit? Because the way I see it is that, if we’re not exiting, and we’re not getting in the carpool lane, why are we still on the damn freeway?”

“Are you putting an ultimatum on me?” he asked her, his voice started to grow defensive.

“What?”

“Are you saying that if I don’t propose, we’re over?” he asked again, this time with a hint of sadness.

“No,” she could feel the lump rising into her throat again as she held back another wave of tears. “No, I’m saying I need to get off the freeway.”

“And I don’t get a say in this?” Sebastian asked while tossing a hand in the air, trying to control the way he talks with his hands when he’s angry.

“Of course you do!” she responded, trying to soothe him before he got too upset.

“But you’ve already made up your mind,” he stated. “You want out and so there’s the out. Don’t consider me or my feelings.”

“Seb–”

“Don’t ‘Seb,’ me,” he grumbled.

“Please, just listen,” she said in a rush. “I’m too young for you; I don’t have anything to offer you and I’ll just hold you back! I could never forgive myself for keeping you from being everything that you could be,” she said in a shaky voice. “I feel that we both knew I could never be enough for you.”

“Baby, as long as you’re by my side that is enough,” he said as she paced uneasily in front of him.

“Don’t say that to me,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare say that!”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he shouted back, not sure if he were angry, upset, frustrated, or depressed. The more confused he became with his emotions, the louder and more aggressive his actions became.

“Because I can never truly fulfill you,” she stammered. “I will never truly be enough for you and you deserve to be with someone who can give you all that you deserve.”

“I don’t give a shit about you thinking you’re not enough!” he yelled while pushing himself up from the chair he sat in. His vicious and menacing eyes transformed to pained and broken before her as he pulled the palm of his hand across his face. “Don’t tell me that you’re not enough. There is nothing about you that keeps me from believing that you’re the perfect woman for me.”

“I’m not, Seb!” she yelled at him as he tried to approach her. He immediately backed off and watched as you crumpled in on yourself. “You’ve always wanted a family and I can never give that to you.” The tears in your eyes were racing those that fell from his but no matter how much she tried to look away, she couldn’t; she was addicted to him and she needed to get off of this drug before she hurried him in her problems.

“(Y/N),” he tried to call to her softly.

“Please, Seb,” she begged. “Just let me go.”

You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

<<<Part One   Part Two   Epilogue>>>

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The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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It Started With A Note (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warning: shorter than usual? Visuals are shit

A/N: Let me apologize for the visuals because I just made that note on Photoshop and I’m a noob HAAHAHHAHA And incase you didn’t know, Badminton is a sport where in you use a racket. It’s pretty similar to tennis but different ball and rules and the racket is lighter.


It was the end of the first half of communications class. Honestly everyone found this class stupid but this was your favorite. Why? Because you loved understanding people and helping people out.

You see, in communications class, you had this thing called “compliment bags” the only rule was to be nice. And you loved it. You were always the type to write sweet notes to make people happy and you wrote for everyone…. except one guy. Zach Dempsey. He was your crush actually. You didn’t want to write in his in fear that he might tease you or he might laugh in your face. You were an athlete but you weren’t popular. You didn’t do group games. In fact, you played badminton and not much people watch your games but you loved it no matter what. You weren’t popular but you weren’t an outcast either. You just didn’t hang around Zach’s friends. And that’s why you were scared to approach him.

But to everyone you had nice notes for whether it was something as simple as “you look amazing today! Keep smiling and being you!” Or as complicated as “I saw that you were sad today and I really don’t know why, but I know that you are an amazing person with a strong personality and I know you can get through this. I wish you the best”

You checked your compliment bag to see 5. Surprisingly. You usually only get one and it was always anonymous. The anon usually wrote Pick up lines. You read the names out loud. “Hannah, Sheri, Alex, Skye and Anon??”

“Wow y/n/n! That’s a lot” Sheri says gesturing to the notes you had in your hands. “Uh thanks Sheri for yours” you say politely. “Damn girl, I’d thank you because you always write a note for me” she replies holding it up proudly. You laugh and look at Hannah. “What did you get?” You asked her keeping your notes. “Besides my usual note from you, I got another bunny” she smiled. “Aww what a cute bunny. I bet whoever wrote that likes you” you say winking at her. Both her and Sheri laugh as the begin talking about who the mystery bunny man could be. You glance to see your crush Zach looking in his bag frowning.

Your head slightly tilts to the side as you look at him confused. How could THE Zach Dempsey be sad about his compliment bag? He should have dozens of notes. You watched him trying to see how many notes he’s got but then he doesn’t pull out any and makes his way out. He turns back and you turn away pretending like you weren’t watching him. Sheri giggles at you and your obvious red cheeks.

“Hey Hannah, got anything?” He asks with a smile. “Nothing earthshaking. You?” She asks him folding her notes. “Nada. Kinda soul crushing, isn’t it?” He says walking out. Your heart melts upon hearing this.

“Poor Zach” Sheri begins. “I wonder how someone like him gets nothing though” Hannah asks, mostly talking to herself. You sigh and sit down and begin to write a note to him

‘I’m sorry this is late. I’ve been scared to write to you but I honestly love you and you deserve the best. Watching you sad makes me sad. You deserve all the notes from head to toe and I think you deserve to be loved and reminded how amazing you are. I love you I love you I love you. I’m sorry I can’t tell you in person. But smile for me and I’ll always be happy. Because you make me happy’

And you fold it and put it in his bag. “Nice way of making a move y/n/n” Sheri teases as you guys walk out. “He deserves it” you shrug. “So what does your anon note say?” Sheri asks gesturing to the note you just opened. “A letter. This time it’s a ü” you say putting it in your wallet. Little did they know you knew what the letters meant. And in your wallet written with the small letters read “I like u”

The notes from anon were the ones that made you smile the most. And another attached read “Good luck with your badminton tournament today” Wow, Anon does know everything. You giggle and hide your wallet and walk out communications class. You walk and sit with Alex today seeing as he was alone. Alex was your only close friend from Zach’s circle. You were friends with all of them but not enough to hang around with them. Little did you know that Alex’s friends were just finishing up.

“What’s up with the sports get up y/l/n?” Alex asks looking up as he takes a bite of his sandwich. “I have a tournament after lunch” You say putting down your gym bag. “No friends today?”

Alex was about to reply until the lunch doors open and you see all his friends. You begin to stand up before they walked over but you were too late. “No, y/n, stay! We’ve been meaning to hang out with you” Justin says grinning. You look over to Alex who shrugs. You sit back down as everyone else sits down. You were sat beside Zach and Justin, the two best friends, with Monty, Alex and Bryce sitting across. “You guys are less today” You comment biting an apple. “Yeah well Jess has cheerleading practice and Marcus has a student council thingy” Justin explains. “May I say, damn y/l/n, nice legs” Bryce comments. You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “shut up walker” Zach says in a half joking tone but you can tell he’s serious. Bryce shrugs it off.

“So what do we owe the pleasure to see THE y/f/n y/l/n wearing shorts?” Bryce asks winking. You force out a small chuckle and explain that you have a game. “Can’t wait to watch” He says winking. You glance at Zach seeing him ball his hands into a fist. You look at him confused but then shrug it off. You never spoke to Zach unless he talked to you first because you kinda feel like a nobody and you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

The bell rings and you shoot up grabbing your bag and fixing your shoe laces. “Good luck y/n” Zach says after walking out. You sigh knowing he probably won’t watch because it’s free cut for the rest of the school. It’s supposed to be so that they could watch but they usually throw a party and what not.

You walk into the sports hall and see your competitors warming up. “Y/n, guess who else is here to watch” Hannah states running up to you. “You?” You reply giggling. “Nope. Dempsey” she says pointing over to Zach who’s reading a note in the bleachers with a cute smile plastered upon his face

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“Is that-“ Hannah cuts you off before you have a chance to finish what your saying “Your note? Yeah. And I can tell he likes it. This is like the 4th time he’s been reading it. And he keeps asking Sheri who she thinks wrote it” she smiles beamingly. “Not now I’m gonna look disgusting when I play and I might be nervous and screw up the whole tournament” You sigh. “Tell him when you win y/n/n, plus you look amazing when you play” Hannah says patting your back then walking to the bleachers.

You breathe in and out then start the tournament.

Zach looked at his long time crush playing badminton, this was where he felt he could see her best. She looked flawless when she’d play. He clutched the note in his hand. “Sheri who wrote this?” he asked the curly haired girl. “I dunno, who do you want it to be Zach?” she asks him teasingly. “Honestly, I really like this girl and I wish she liked me back” Zach replies as a tint of red flushing upon his cheeks. “No way who?” Sheri asks looking around. Zach looks was about to reply until he saw you going in for a smash and all he could think about was how cute you looked with your shorts and jersey, how your ponytail swishes from side to side, how you have this different aura when you play. Hell he was mesmerized by you. “Zach? Zach? Zach who is it??” Sheri whines shaking Zach out of his trance. He blushes looking down “Number 13” he mumbles. “I knew you were here for a reason!” Sheri screams searching for “number 13”

“Yo Dempsey, what number is your girl?” Justin asks beside him. “13… and she’s not my girl…. yet” he mumbles. Sheri finally spots number 13 and once you turn around her face is filled with shock. “Sheri don’t tell” Zach pleads. “Zach, she wrote that note for you” Sheri says with a grin on her face.

Zach’s pleading face quickly turns into a wide smile. “What are you waiting for? Get her” Hannah whispers to him. “What? She’s playing” Zach says gesturing to the court. “You were to engrossed talking to Sheri, you didn’t see it was half time” Clay says beside Hannah. Zach quickly runs down to where you are. “y/n!” he says running up to you. You wave at him and smile “Hey Dempsey! And what do i owe this pleasure?”

“Did you write this?” He asks quickly bringing out the note you wrote and handing it to you. “You figured it out? Look Zach, I don’t want things to be awkward and I know you don’t feel the same way but please don’t point and laugh and make fun of me right now I reall-“ he quickly cut you off. “No, God I won’t do anything like that. I love you actually. Ever since I saw you. There’s something about you, i don’t know if its the way you move, the way you talk or the way you play badminton. Heck I don’t even know if its the way your hair falls perfectly on your shoulders, the way your eyes sparkle or those lips that are just so damn kissable” he says walking closer.

“If they’re so damn kissable, what are you doing talking to me” you whisper leaning in. And from hearing your consent, Zach smashes his lips on yours kissing you ever so gently. Holding you close like this would be the last, but both of you knew it wouldn’t be. Once you pull apart all you can do is smile at him and hug him.

“y/l/n! Stop smooching and get back in the game” Your coach yells just as the bell rings signaling break is over. “y/n! Wait” Zach calls as you jog back to your team. You turn around and he asks “Will you be my girl?” he shouts and its as if everyone in the whole sports hall stays quiet just to hear your answer. “I thought you’d never ask” You grin and begin to play. Zach grins widely and runs back to his seat.

“Nice one Dempsey!” Justin says patting him on the back. “You got the girl” Sheri comments. “Number 13 is all yours” Jessica winks. Zach just smiles as his cheeks heat up. He turns to Hannah and Clay “Thanks for waking me up”

“No problem jockhead” Hannah replies smiling. He watches you play, more than in love. But when he sees your smash he does what he’s been wanting to do ever since he walked in. He stands on the bleachers and screams “GO Y/L/N! THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE”

You suddenly get a rush of confidence and before you know it, You won the game. Everyone screams and lifts you up “MVP ! MVP!” they chant. You smile cheering with them while holding the trophy then someone lifts you and puts you on their shoulders. “I knew you could do it” Zach’s familiar voice rings through your head.

“You brought out the best in me” you shrug. You both walk out of the Sports hall and go to his car “hey Zach?” you say playing with his hair

“Yeah?” he replies holding you tighter so you won’t fall

“Let’s have our first date right now in Rosie’s…. if that’s okay” you mumble

“Of course baby” he says bringing you down. He opens the car door for you and closes it when you get in. He walks to the driver’s side and goes in.


He turns on the ignition but before driving he looks at you. “God I’m so lucky” he mumbles and leans in and kisses you once more and with that you both drive off

When The Clock Strikes 12 [Lafayette/Reader]

Woo! First fic for @hamwriters write-a-thon down! This idea came to me after searching for a ton of different AUs to work with. Now to finish up my GWash/Trans!Reader fic, then work on my femslash fic for the write-a-thon! Please enjoy!

Thank you to my wonderful amazing tumblr budbuds that inspired me to do a good job and inspire me in general! @musicalmiranda @love-doesnt-discriminate @hamilficsfordays @gunsandfics @boss-headcanons @diggs4life @imagineham @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou @secretschuylersister and @tempfixeliza <3 You’re all so kind and amazing and even if I don’t interact with you or chat with you, what you do and how funny/cute/relatable/sweet you all are makes me smile and makes me realize that the Hamilton (more specifically writing) community is such an incredible place to be!

Warnings: Alcohol, some swearing at the end, Lafayette’s full name (like w o a h), and New Years in case anyone has bad experiences with New Years!

Word count: 1514


Grabbing your third glass of cold, cheap champagne for the night, you laugh at a joke that Hercules had just told that wasn’t even funny. He seemed so enthusiastic about it that you couldn’t help it, but even sober, you couldn’t comprehend the punchline or how it was supposed to work out to be as funny as everyone made it sound like it was. You take a sip and walk off, trying to find the person who had dragged you here in the first place, Lafayette. 

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When Soulmates Don’t Matter (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2156

Warnings: Nothing. Just all the fluff that was missing from the first part

A/N: So, this is the highly requested part 2 of When Soulmates Go Wrong and oh. My. Goodness. The response I got on that part was incredible! Thank you to everyone who was commenting on it, you seriously made my day! As usual, the Gif is not mine and feedback is welcome. Unusually, I’m going to break in here to tell you that this is probably the last thing I’ll write in a while (I’ll have a post coming out with and explanation for that on Tuesday), so hopefully I can go out with a bang. Love you guys! And without further ado, here is part 2!

Your name: submit What is this?

Two weeks ago:

The super soldier had read the letter over several times before it finally registered with him. When it did, however, nothing could stop the waterfall of silent tears that cascaded down his face as he curled in around himself.

Too late, too late, too late, ran constantly through his head, along with guilt at having unknowingly pushed her away.

For a long time, he stayed there on his bed, the letter lying just out of reach of his hand. Eventually, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep just before Steve came to the doorway, looking on sadly at his friend.

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Coming Home (Derek/Stiles)

Anonymous said: Derek/Stiles “That wasn’t very subtle.”

Nonnie, I hope you enjoy this story! I was in the mood for something romantic and fluffy. This is Fic #40 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Coming Home. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles has been out of town for three weeks due to work, but now he’s home and ready to see Derek.

It’s been three weeks since Stiles has been to Derek’s apartment. No, not quite that. More like eighteen days, but it feels like a lot longer. He’s gotten used to spending most of his time here since he started dating Derek several months ago because Stiles is still living with his dad.

Well, not really still since he did move out for college, then he had the FBI training to deal with, and he got assigned to a field office in Philadelphia after he finished with that. It’s only been six months since he got reassigned to the resident agency in Redding, which would seem like a demotion on paper, but it’s actually a really awesome promotion.

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Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.

“Hello?” You said quietly.

“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.

“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.

“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.

“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.

“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.

Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?

“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.

“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.

You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.

Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.

**

You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.

Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.

Harry Styles.

Shit.

Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.

If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.

You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.

This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.

“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.

“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.

“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.

“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.

With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.

Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.

She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.

“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.

You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.

“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.

“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.

“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.

“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.

When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.

You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.

“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”

“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.

“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.

“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”

“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”

“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.

“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.

“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.

“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.

“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.

“True,” you nodded.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.

Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.

“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”

“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.

You nodded with a laugh.

About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.

“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”

“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.

“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.

“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.

“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.

“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.

That came out of the fucking blue.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”

“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you sighed.

“No, no, I understand,” he said.

“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.

“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.

“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.

You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.

“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”

“Sure, sounds great,” you said.

**

The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.  

Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch? 

Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot. 

When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway. 

“No problem,” he said. 

You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water. 

“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you. 

“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head. 

“Neither do I,” Harry laughed. 

You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,” 

“We can do that,” Nick smirked. 

“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked. 

“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered. 

“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked. 

“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged. 

“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked. 

“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed. 

“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?” 

“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed. 

“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked. 

“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged. 

“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you. 

“I hope so,” you smiled. 

**

After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said. 

“Are you sure?” You said. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk. 

You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s. 

Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars. 

“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car. 

“Do what?” You asked confused. 

“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?” 

“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly. 

“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.” 

“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?” 

“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked. 

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said. 

“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…” 

Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.” 

He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back. 

“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said. 

“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said. 

“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave. 

“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars. 

He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile. 

Forgiveness

Word Count: 4519

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Mentions of suicide (Not major character), Deaths

A/N: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ‘s trope challenge. My trope was pretend marriage. This is also my first long fic in…awhile. So I apologize for the horribleness of it in advance. 

Thanks to @nichelle-my-belle for being my awesome beta and extra extra special thanks to @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with a plot. There would literally be no fic without her. 


You pulled up in the scrapyard next to the black Impala and threw your black ‘65 Challenger in park. You were half hoping that Sam would have come alone to work this case, but no such luck. If that car was here Sam definitely wasn’t alone. You’d have to deal with him. “Thanks for comin’ so quick, kid.” Bobby opened your door and pulled you out and into a hug.

“Anything for you, old man. You know that.” You giggled, breaking the hug and letting Bobby lead you to the door. “So I take it Dean’s here?”

“Yeah…we need to talk about that.” Bobby hesitated, opening the door and letting you in. As soon as you saw Sam propped up on the couch with his leg in a cast you spun around.

“No. No fucking way, Bobby!”

“Y/N…”

“No! The deal was I’m supposed to be fake married to Sam and he clearly is in no condition to work this case and I know what you’re about to say! Can’t we find someone else?”

“Come on, Y/N, I’m not that bad.” Dean rounded the corner, staring at you with that stupid smirk on his face. “Besides, it’s not like I really wanna be fake married to you either. Living in a house with you for as long as this case takes?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice increased in pitch as you whipped around to glare at Dean.

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Secret Identities

Peter Parker x Reader

Request- Hi! Can you do a Spiderman x reader fic where the reader and Spiderman are best friends, but the reader is also Spiderman’s rival? And then they both find out about it? Thank you so much!!! I love your blog :D

Warnings- language but what else is new

A/n- anon didn’t specify what kind of power they wanted the reader to have, so i just gave them telepathy and teleportation, hope thats ok!  Hope you enjoy!

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You sat at the edge of the building, looking down at the city below. The cool wind blew, causing a shiver to run up your back as you focused all your energy into listening. You could hear the thoughts of every person in the city, just for a fleeting moment, barely registering in your mind before they were gone and the next one came. Nothing so far had caught your attention, until you suddenly heard the frantic thoughts of a woman who sounded like she was getting mugged. You were there in an instant.

Before you, there indeed was a woman being robbed, along with two men, one collecting her things and the other pointing a gun at her.

“Hey!” You shouted, but there was another voice mixed in there shouting at the same time, and looking over your shoulder to the roof above you, you saw none other than Spiderman.

“Hell no.” You muttered, before teleporthing across the street to the woman. You grabbed the man who was holding the gun and spun him around to punch him, only for your raised fist to get yanked back, bringing you along with it. You spun around from the force and nearly fell to the ground. Letting out a growl of irritation, you pulled off the string of sticky webbing stuck to your hand.

“You asshole! I was here first!” You shouted at the man in the red suit as you punched the other man who now had one of his hands webbed to the wall, but was thrusting at you with his knife. The woman had taken her things and fled the scene, and the man with the gun had managed to escape when you had been distracted.

“I don’t think so. Now just teleport away and let the professionals handle this.” He retorted as he dodged a kick from you while dodging the knife from the man.

“You always do this, and I know you do it just to make me mad.” you grunted, finally managing to knock the knife out of his hand you tried to keep him still so Spiderman could web him to the wall, when he shook you off and hit you straight in the jaw.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” Spiderman said webbing his hand and both feet to the wall, “But lucky for you, it’s just her.”

You glared at him, wiping the blood from your mouth as you stood up, “I would have been fine if you hadn’t distracted me.” You growled. You didn’t have to read his mind to know that he thought you were weak, in fact, you never read his mind. Regardless of your less than friendly feelings towards each other, you respected his privacy. You also didn’t really care who he was, though when you had first met him, you had thought his voice was kinda familiar… But, you and Spiderman had never gotten along. Not since the first moment he had webbed you up thinking you where the bad guy, and thus let the real bad guy escape.

“Sure, that’s your problem.” He said sarcastically.

Clenching your jaw, you narrowed your eyes at him from behind your mask, “You are such a dick. I pity the people that have to spend more than five minutes with you.” You spat, turning to leave when suddenly you felt his webbing on your arm and you were being yanked to his side, nearly falling over from the force. Letting you a yelp, your mind registered the gun shot that had just rang out, and you saw the bullet had just grazed your arm. You were almost shot in the chest.

You looked up at the masked man before you, neither of you saying a word, before you clenched your jaw and teleported away.

~

You woke up the next morning to someone knocking at your door. Your head was pounding and your arm hurt from where the bullet had hit last night, so you answered just to get the noise to stop, “What?”

“Peter’s here. Should I have him wait downstairs?” Your mom called.

“Ugh, no, just send him up.” You yelled back, rolling onto your stomach to hide your face in the pillow. In your moms thoughts, you could hear here thinking about how your room better not be dirty, and you better be dressed. Luckily, both those things were true.

A minute later, there was another knock before Peter let himself in, “Hey sleepy head. You know its nearly noon?”

You smiled sleepily at the boy before you, also know as Peter Parker, also known as you best friend. You two had been friends since the start of high school, when you both happen to be late to the same class and were pared up as partners for the whole year.

“Ya, I know. I’m tired I was up super late last night.”

“Tell me about it, me too.” He said, sitting on the end of your bed, “But now it’s time to get up cause there’s this new game out that I want and we are gonna go buy it.”

“You say it like I don’t enjoy video game shopping with you.” You laughed, sitting up.

He laughed at your bed head and left you to get dressed. In your closet hidden under a pile of various crap, was your suit and mask. Luckily it was black, so you couldn’t see the blood on the arm, but you were not looking forward to having to sew it up tonight. The wound on your arm, while not too deep, still hurt. You couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night. Your relationship with Spiderman was complicated to say the least. You two hated each other, yet he had still saved you. That of course got you thinking, if the roles were reversed, would you save him?

“(Y/n) hurry up!” Peter shouted from downstairs.

Shaking the thoughts of your night job out of your mind, you got ready and met Peter downstairs.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled and the two of you stepped outside and began the walk to the mall, “So what kept you up all night?” He asked.

“You know, the usual, clubbing, bar hopping, meeting up with random guys.” you stopped at a cross walk and pressed the button.

“Wow, and all I did was homework.”

Hooking you arm through his as to not get separated in the downtown crowd, you two laughed. Letting out a small sigh, you leaned into your best friend, smiling. You loved what you did at night, and felt a great deal of pride in helping out those who were in danger, but nothing could compare to the little moments like these with your best friend.

~

“Mom! Where did you put my sewing kit?” You shouted, looking through the drawers of your bathroom.

“Why?” She yelled back.

“Cause I need it!”

“What for?” 

“Mom I swear I’m going to lose it if you don’t-” You suddenly froze, the sound of the tv catching your attention.

“Tension is high this evening as an unknown robber is holding a group of bystanders hostage in a bank. It had been reported that he is armed with multiple weapons including some type of bomb.”

Grabbing your suit and mask, you pulled it on, “Mom! I’m going out!” Then you were gone.

Reappearing behind the bank, you listened in. You could hear terrified thoughts of the hostages and the rushed, almost panicked rambling of a guy who was clearly the robber. 

You soundlessly entered the bank. The hostages were huddled in a group while the robber filled bags with money from the vault, his back towards you.

Quickly you began to teleport the hostages out of the building, it was easier than you expected as the robber was not paying attention. You were down to the last two when you heard the voice of the guy you wanted to see least at this moment, alerting the robber of your presence

“Wow, you must be really oblivious to loose a whole group of people without even noticing.”

You stood up from your crouched position, “What the fuck dude!” 

Before the robber could even aim his gun, it was pulled out of his hand with webbing. 

Rolling your eyes and not bothering to stick around to hear his stupid comment, you took the last two and let them go on the street. You turned, ready to go home and continue your hunt for the sewing kit, when you heard one last thought in your mind. 

Well, if I’m gonna go down, I might as well take the Spiderman with me.

You could see the images being played out in his mind, and without hesitation, you reappeared in the bank, grabbed Spiderman by his waist before teleporting out. You barely made it into the street before the building blew up, throwing you both to the ground.

You were stunned, lying face first on the concrete. Your head pounded and your whole body ached. Coughing and groaning, you rolled onto your back. The whole street was filled with smoke, and you could see the bank was up in flames.

To your left was Spiderman, also lying still on his back, but you could see his chest rising and falling.

“Hey,” you huffed, “Are you conscious?” 

“Ya, just a little internal bleeding, that’s all.” 

Despite the circumstances, you smiled as he turned to look at you.

But when his masked eyes met yours, you could see him tense up.

You instinctively looked behind you, expecting to see someone there, but there was no one. When you turned back to him, he was sitting up.

“(Y/n)…?” He breathed out.

You gasped, reaching up to find the somehow during the explosion, your mask had fallen off and it lay on the floor a few feet from you, “Oh my god I- wait…you know me?”

Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his own mask.

“Peter…” you stared at each other, through the smoke, sirens in the background. You couldn’t believe it, your best friend, the guy you told everything, they guy you loved, was the same guy you couldn’t stand? Where did this leave you two? 

After a moment, you stood up and he followed, leaning on each other for support.

His hand found yours, and in that moment you both knew that everything would be ok between you two. That nothing would change, and if anything you would come out of this stronger.

“Lets go home.” you mumbled before the two vigilantes disappeared.

So i have a lot of peter parker request but i aint even mad i love him so much ugghhh

anyways thanks for reading

Second time out/back from seeing Beauty and the Beast **SPOILERS ABOUND**

(aka bear with me b/c this review is a week and a half late and I can actually comment on stuff I loved throughout it. It might end up being long af so I’m sorry in advance bc I talk about when everyone got cast too. This is probably filled with typos.)

PPS: I am the minority who loved it deeply, and don’t have nothing to complain about. Except a few words on the group of people who sat beside me tonight and would not shut up during Evermore and the transformation scene aka MY MOST FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS EVER)

So lets get down to it. I LOVED this movie the first time I saw it. As I have stated numerous times through tags. Ill be real here I was skeptical as hell about this being turned into a LA remake. But as the casting was announced my worries went away completely?

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST WHAT A FABULOUS CAST! I don’t even know who to start with honestly? All of them ARE JUST SO GOOD???

We’ll just start with the most obvious choice (and the one who had the most flack after being cast)

And that is the absolute wonder and light of my life DAN FUCKING STEVENS

BECAUSE THIS GUY. OMG. ANYTHING HE DID IN THIS MOVIE JUST…BLEW. ME. THE. FUCK. AWAY??? And I’m just so grateful and forever indebted to him for bringing quite possibly the best reinterpretation of the Beast/Adam to life. Like honestly the Beast is my favourite character ever he has been since I was 5 and I just…NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD DESCRIBE IT. (actually I have TONS of words and i’ll get more into this later) but I’m moving on for now.

Emma Thompson I love Emma T so much I have since forever and she’s so charming and soft hearted as Mrs Potts. Say what you will about the accents used in this movie I loved that she was English….

And Luke Evans I knew about him prior to this and vaguely, through watching him in The Hobbit and that god awful movie version of the Three Musketeers (same can be said for Dan, b/c before I watched some of his other stuff I had only know him from Night at the Museum 3)

Anyway…

Luke brought such a great energy to this character and I loved how Gaston started out as an okay dude but slowly dissented into his villainy? The way he portrayed this was astounding b/c as soon as the script called for the change up he handled it with such ease? And wow I just love Gaston so much in this movie.

Josh Gad we gotta talk about FUCKING JOSH GAD I’m not getting into the knitty gritty of things since its not my place to comment on such but I LOVED HIM IN THIS ROLE SO MUCH MORE THAN I LOVED HIM IN FROZEN? He’s so hilarious.  AND HIS LINES WERE A+++

He just brought so much classiness to LeFou and he just made him so likable?  and the fact that HE FOUGHT TO KEEP IN THE SNOWMAN GAG FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION. I honestly hope they give me all the deleted scenes from this movie.

FUCKING EWAN MCGREGOR AND SIR IAN MCKELLEN AS COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE I just WOW WHAT A GREAT ACTING COMBO (aka all ive ever wanted from the remains of my dull life.)

AND AUDRA MCDONALD AS GARDEROBE AND STANLEY ‘ACTUAL KING OF EVERYTHING HE IS IN’ TUCCI as a sassy piano THAT WAS LITERALLY CREATED FROM SCRATCH FOR HIM? (more on these two later as well because omg they are everything to me and stole my heart??)

AND KEVIN  FUCKING  KLINE omg I loved him so much in this movie just PERFECT honestly.

I’m trying to keep this short so I can move on to my next bunch of thoughts. And not just yap about the casting. (Bullet points listed below, bc I’m getting into the changes) And to begin:

THE SCENARY AND CGI IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING ASTOUNDING? I DIED? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, say what you want about what the beast looked like. Dan Stevens exhausted himself entirely for 2-3 months just to make the beast into a computer animated caricature. AND I LOVED THE ANIMATION ON THE CASTLE STAFF? I also really loved the backstories for everyone it just filled in so much that I found lacking in the original. Just everything that filled in all the plotholes were A++

  • THE PROLOGUE and it being narrated by the ENCHANTRESS.(Side note: I loved the technicalities and consequences with this new curse)
  • DAN STEVENS GRACING ME WITH HIS FAB TALENT AND NOT SAYING A THING DURING SAID PROLOGUE AND JUST LAUGHING EVILLY AND YET FLAWLESSLY GETTING THE POINT ACROSS THAT THE PRINCE BEFORE MEETING BELLE WAS AN ABSOLUTE PANSY ASS DICK? Also him in the black get up with the black swan make up?? a lookTM
  • THE CLOSE UPS OF GARDEROBE AND CADENZA AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGO FRU FRU BEFORE THE CASTLE IS CHANGED INTO OBJECTS?? THE FACT THAT FRU FRU IS THEIR DOG?  
  •  THAT WHOLE OPENING SEQUENCE IS INTENSE AS HELL
  • Omg when Gaston stepped on Belle’s cabbages THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 KIDS THAT GASPED. It made me smile omg.
  • When Maurice and Phillipe were heading out of town and in the woods heading to the castle. One child was like “aww look at the horsey” I mean…
  • WHEN MAURICE IS IN THE CASTLE AND MEETS CHIP everyone laughed like honestly I was blessed with actually being a a cinema room full of people that laughed and reacted to stuff b/c last week when I went there were crickets, some child mad an off hand comment later on in the movie when Beast invites Belle to dinner and he does the smileTM I kid you not I heard “look his tiny teeth” I love his tiny fangs so much hes just so awkwardly endearing altogether.
  • OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WHEN BELLE HEADS UP TO THE CASTLE TO FIND HER DADDO AND SHES AT THE CELL IM PRETTY SURE THEY PLAY THE SCORE TO EVERMORE? its like lowkey but I NOTICED IT AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.
  • all the songs in this movie and the additional lyrics woven into the film added 30 years to my life.
  • THE WHOLE “GASTON” NUMBER WAS FABULOUS AND EVERYTHING AND MORE ITS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL VERSION THAT WHOLE MOMENT WHEN THEY BREAK TO CLAP AND STOP ON THE TABLE AND THE FACT THAT THE SCORE FOR THAT BIT SOUNDS LIKE A CAVALRY CHARGE AND THE WHOLE “SAY IT AGAIN” BIT AFTER THE “I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING” LINE.
  • BUT LIKE THERE IS MORE BECAUSE OMG THEY GAVE COGSWORTH STUFF TO SING DURING “BE OUR GUEST” INSTEAD OF JUST “SOMETHING THERE”. LIKE THE ONLY OTHER TIME HE SINGS IS IN THE ORIGINAL DURING “HUMAN AGAIN” I love the flawless smooth transition from SIR IAN MCKELLEN belting out the COURSE BY COURSE bit of that verse and Ewan being like ONE BY ONE immediately after? honestly I always fist bump during that moment when I listen to the soundtrack. AND THE WHOLE NUMBER IN THE MOVIE IS JUST SOO GREAT. I love my crotchety old clock and dramatically extra candlestick. the best BROTP.
  • Ok, so the people I sat beside started laughing during little Adam’s part in Days In the Sun and omg I was off hand annoyed because it ruined my chance to start the water works even though I still cried.
  • BEAST TRASHING ON ROMEO AND JULIET WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC to me I LOVE WELL READ BEAST SO MUCH I’m tired of the ‘but I wish he would have stayed illiterate’ statements.
  •  EVERYONE. AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE I MEAN EVERYONE ERRUPTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN BEAST HAULED THAT BIG ASS SNOWBALL AT BELLE’S HEAD.
  • ALSO any time Beast gave Belle his little smiles??? they were so pure and cute
  • So seeing this movie a second time the yellow dress discourse is quiet frankly ?? to me I loved it AND I LOVE THE FACT THAT DAN STEVENS MADE THE BEAST UTTERLY DISTRESSED OVER ASKING HER FOR A DANCE IN THE BALLROOM? (THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS)
  • LIKE…I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH LIFE AND PERSONALITY AND 3 DIMENSIONALISM HE GAVE HIM B/C I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PORTRAYAL UNTIL IM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND.
  • Which brings me to the make up scene everyone laughed and I almost could not stop laughing at the scene change.
  • Emma Thompson’s version of Beauty and the Beast is so wonderful. I love it.
  • THE FIRST TIME I HEARD EVERMORE IN THE MOVIE I WAS STUNNED INTO SILENCE AND JUST DAN STEVENS AGAIN GRACING ME WITH SUCH RAW EMOTION AND TALENT. SIGH I JUST LOVE THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE, I WOULD HAVE LOVED IT EVEN MORE HAD I BEEN REALLY INTO THE SECOND TIME SEEING IT BUT ALAS THE PERSON BESIDE ME WAS LAUGHING AND I WAS JUST LIKE… RUDE. HONESTLY THOUGH THE PAIR OF PIPES DAN STEVENS HAS HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTFUL RANGE AND WHEN HE SINGS ANGELS DESCEND FROM HEAVEN, AND JUST THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG GAVE ME THE LAARGEST EARGASM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT. LIKE HONESTLY GOD BLESS ALAN MUSICAL GENIEUS KING MENKEN
  • Honestly everyone is at war against whether Josh or Dan’s version is better and I just prefer Dan’s version so much. I found Josh Groban’s version too slow even though he sings like an angel too.  
  • tt.tt  THE MOB SONG and the castle staff going up in arms was always my fave in the 90s version. And it did not disappoint.

Bullet points are done I am heading into paragraph summarizing my thoughts on the last 30-40 minutes. BECAUSE THIS SHIT WAS UNREAL, and HARROWINGLY DARK. AND I LOVED THESE CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

THE WHOLE CASTLE TURRET CHASE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD MULTIPLE HEAR TATTACKSTHE FACT THEY SWITCHED UP THE HUNTING KNIFE AND REPLACED IT WITH A PISTOL that moment when the Beast gets shot oh god.

Like when Belle comes back and sees the Beast and he literally SHOUTS OUT HER NAME I am crying?? and deceased?? and then he gets shot 2 more times honestly this was equally amazing and heartbreakingly brutal.

And let me tell the whole concept of the castle actually breaking apart as the petals fall, that is just such a neat spin and I love it.


So like I said I found the twist with the curse fascinating because in the original the only thing it focused largely on was the Beast, Mrs Potts, Plumette, Lumiere , Cogsworth and FruFru. I LOVE THAT THE MOVIE CEMENTED AND ROUNDED ALL OF THE CASTLE STAFF AND GAVE THEM A LARGER SPOLIGHT THAN IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE THE CASTLE STAFF MAKES UP HALF OF THE CAST/CHARACTERS FOR THIS MOVIE. For the past week and a half people have said why was the inanimate scene so long and drawn out? Because the castle staff are the greatest and the only family the Beast has besides Belle that’s why… the end. Also I ship the hell out of Cadenza & Garderobe, Plumette and Lumiere AND MR AND MRS POTTS OMG.

THE WHOLE INANIMATION SEQUENCE HAD MY ENTIRE SOUL IN SHREADS, IVE ??? NEVER?? CRIED??? SO MUCH IN MY LIFE??? LIKE LUMIERE HOLDING PLUMETTE IN HIS ARMS AND SETTING HER DOWN GENTLY AND MRS POTTS NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TO CHIP AND CHIP ALMOST FUCKING BREAKING BUT THE COATHANGER CATCHING HIM THE LAST SECOND AS HIS SAUCER BREAKS?  CADENZA AND GADEROBE REUNITING AND HER TELLING HIM THAT HE IS BRAVE JUST BEFORE SHE FADES AWAY AND HIM BEGGING HER NOT TO LEAVE HIM?? I MEAN THAT IS THE TEXTBOOK DEFINIITION OF PURE AND UTTER DEVOTION RIGHT THERE FRIENDS.THE SADDEST THING ABOUT THEIR INANIMATION SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR DOGGO FRU FRU BECOMES INANIMATE BETWEEN THEM. COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE SAYING GOODBYE. NEED I SAY MORE.

BUT THEN THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE HAPPENED AND I COULD NOT BREATHE I LOVEED HOW THEY FILMED THIS SCENE AND HOW EMMA AND DAN PLAYED THIS SCENE. NEVER IN MY LIFE WILL I LOVE ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I LOVE THIS SCENE.

Everyone is like “well why didn’t they say anything?”

I LOVED that HE DID NOT NEED TO SAY ‘BELLE, ITS ME?”

this iconic masterly filmed sequence only needed to be filmed with sheer BODY LANGUAGE, VISUAL EXPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS COMING FROM BOTH DAN AND EMMA AND I JUST AM ASTOUNDED? EVERYTHING THEY FELT COULD BE SEEN BY THE AUDIENCE I FELT THAT SHIT DEEP IN MY SOUL AND IVE ANALYZED EVERYTHING LEADING UP TO THE KISS. FROM THEIR LOOKS OF DAZED WONDERMENT AFTER BEAST TURNS BACK INTO A HUMAN, AND HIS LITTLE HUFF OF RELIEF AFTER HE INTIALLY TURNS AROUND AND FACES EMMA, TO DAN’S HEAVY BREATHING, BELLE PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIM THREADING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HERS IN TURN? THE FACE TOUCH AS SHE IS LOOKING FOR ANY SIGN THAT THIS IS INFACT THAT GUY SHE LOVES?? (HONEST TO GOD THAT SHOT OF DAN HE IS ALREADY A BEAUTFUL GUY BUT HOLY HELL HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE) THE CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS EYES. HER RELIEVED LAUGH AND THE IMMENSE GENTLE CAUTION BETWEEN THEM JUST BEFORE THEY KISS AND THAT GIANT ASS INHALE DAN TAKES AS SOON AS THEY MAKE CONTACT ALSO MENTIONING THE FACT THAT ONCE THEY DO KISS HER HAND MOVES FROM HIS CHEST TO HIS WAIST.

THIS WHOLE SCENE IS LITERALLY THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE PATRICK STEWART ACTING GIF

I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH HONESTLY ITS MY FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS.

The best was when they all became human again and reunited and were left with parting gifts from the curse. I laughed out loud when they showed Stanley Tucci with no teeth. 

UGH AND THE LAST SCENE WITH CADENZA BEING SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SMILING AS THE WIFEY IS SINGING again.

EMMA AND AUDRA singing the final number omg the whole coronation dance scene was everything. 

AND JUST THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS FABULOUS AND I NEEDED THE DVD TO BE RELEASED YESTERDAY.

College!Binu 

  • Bin is that friendly kid that goes out a lot and rarely studies but still ends up with good grades somehow no one knows how he does it
  • (even his best friend/roommate minhyuk who manages to balance studies + dance still gets lower marks than he does, neither of them really know why)
  • so Bin never really goes to the library, he’s never had the need to.
  • up until the day he’s on his way back to the from class and sees this really really pretty boy cross his path
  • the boy looks about his height, he’s got coffee in one hand and he’s gripping the strap of the back pack over his shoulder with the other 
  • he doesn’t really know why he feels compelled to follow the boy but bin’s always been the whimsical type and he’s really got nowhere to be and no one will know suspect that he’s going to the library only to stare at the pretty boy since he has his bag from class
  • maybe he’ll do some work while he’s there ONLY so he doesn’t look suspicious
  • the boy walks into the library and bin follows, choosing to take a table far away enough from the boy but also close enough that he can still stare.
  • its only 5 minutes in and Bin is seriously wondering what he’s doing 
  • did he really just come to the library to stare at a handsome stranger
  • its not like he has a crush or anything you can’t crush on someone you’ve never talked to 
  • except anyone else who knew of the situation would probably call it a crush, since bin starts going back to the library regularly to stare at study boy. 
  • he’s pretty lowkey about it and he’s sure study boy hasn’t caught on, since study boy is always absorbed in his work
  • except for dongmin has caught on. 
  • the first couple of days he thought nothing of it, some guy just hanging around at a table across the library for a few days, probably has a big project or test and needs a quiet place to study. 
  • but after two weeks of consistently seeing this same guy he starts to get curious. one time he walked passed the guy’s table on his way to the reference books (which he didn’t actually need) only to notice the guy wasn’t actually working he was just doodling in his notebook which made him wonder
  • what kind of guy goes to the library to draw
  • what kind of guy goes to the library to draw in a regular lined notebook
  • what kind of guy goes to the library to draw in a regular lined notebook every single day 
  • dongmin began trying to break it down - this guy wasn’t an art major (no offense his drawing skills needed quite a bit of work, and usually art kids had sketch books to draw in) - but that’s really the only thing he knew
  • back at moonrock dorm, rocky questions why bin’s been going to the library so much, it’s not like he ever studies
  • bin counters that maybe he’s just decided that he should study and the library encourages him to do that
  • minhyuk rolls his eyes and goes ‘mhmmm’ but drops the subject
  • bin sticks his tongue out at the back of minhyuks head
  • but it does make him realize, he’s been staring at study boy for three weeks and he still doesn’t know his name
  • so day 16 of going to the library (he only goes on weekdays), Bin sits himself down across from pretty study boy
  • he doesn’t really have a plan of action but nothing is ever gonna happen if he just sits around and stares from afar, might as well go for it 
  • “hi i’m moon bin”
  • “….dongmin”
  • “uh, what’re you working on?”
  • “calculus”
  • “are you any good at it?”
  • “i suppose, why” 
  • “i’m really struggling and you seem to know what you are doing”
  • (which by the way is a total lie bin isn’t struggling with calculus, it’s not his best subject but he gets by fine in the class)
  • “its not too bad as long as you understand the concepts first.”
  • “would you be willing to help me understand those concepts?”
  • dongmin is hyper aware that this is library table number 7 boy that always comes to doodle and not study, and he’s really got no reason to help the kid out since the kid never seems to even study anyway 
  • BUT library table number 7 boy is really really cute up close and dongmin would be even more stupid to turn down the opportunity to make library table number 7 boy into library table dongmin boy
  • a few days of tutoring sessions later and if bin wasn’t head over heels before, he definitely is now. 
  • not only is study boy really pretty but he’s also really kind and smart and his voice is soft and sometimes bin makes a joke and study boy laughs with this really pretty opened mouthed smile and his eyes curve up into crinkles and wow #bestdecisionofhislife was to start talking to pretty boy
  • one day dongmin is explaining integrals to him but bin is getting distracted by how long dongmin’s eyelashes are and the way his lips move as he speaks 
  • wow he kind of really wants to kiss him 
  • oh wait is he already kissing him something feels soft against his lips
  • dongmin’s eyes go wide and he drops the pencil he was holding
  • shit fuck abort abort bin did u really just do that did u really just kiss study boy while he was showing you how to do calculus
  • bin drops everything and just gets out of there as fast as he can
  • study boy will probably never talk to him again
  • he can’t go back to the library again ever
  • he doesn’t stop running until he gets back to his dorm room, flings himself on to his bed and buries his burning red face into his pillow
  • god he knew he was whimsical and spontaneous and just did things because he felt like it and didn’t try to over think things but that was #thestupidestdecisionofhislife
  • what bin doesn’t realize is dongmin never actually pulled away from the kiss
  • dongmin is confused to say the least 
  • he was surprised and not surprised when bin kissed him
  • he didn’t expect it to happen when he was writing out a formula but its not like bin was ever really subtle about liking dongmin anyway
  • after dongmin recovers from the shock of bin kissing him then running away, he realizes bin left all of his stuff at the table. 
  • he packs up his stuff for him, noticing the notebook that bin had been drawing in so much back when he was still sitting at table number 7. 
  • he knows he probably shouldn’t open it, but he’s curious and bin doesn’t have to know
  • he flips it open and finds countless doodles of himself accompanied with small notes of “how can someone be so pretty”
  • now it’s dongmin’s turn to go red
  • he ruffles through the bag to find a couple of stickers they hand out the dorms, kind of like a ‘dorm spirit’ kind of deal, and he figures that must be bins dorm
  • he swings his own backpack over his shoulder and carries bin’s in his arm
  • he’s walking up to the building and notices another kid locking up his bike in a hurry at the dorm’s bike rack and figures he probably lives there and might know bin
  • “hey there, do you happen to know a moon bin?”
  • minhyuk looks up at him
  • “yeah, he’s my roommate actuallly, why do you ask?”
  • “he left his stuff in the library.”
  • minhyuk raises an eyebrow at the mention of library. 
  • “….he left all of his stuff in the library?”
  • “yeah.”
  • minhyuk sighs, now realizing the reason bin had texted him ‘CRISIS’ and that he should ‘COME TO THE DORM ASAP’ because Bin ‘REALLY NEEDS TO TALK’ to him.
  • he offered to take it up to him, but dongmin shook his head, saying he would rather deliver it himself
  • (he didn’t want to risk this kid stealing any of bins stuff because how would he know for sure he’s really bins roommate) 
  •  minhyuk thinks thats a fair reason, and gestures for dongmin to follow him into the dorm, swiping his ID at the door. 
  • he opens the door to moonrock’s dorm room, only to find bin curled up in his bed head smashed into the pillow. 
  • now minhyuk could either be a good friend and take bin’s stuff from dongmin and thank him and then talk to bin about what happened like bin wanted.
  • or he could be a really good friend and let dongmin return the stuff to bin himself while minhyuk goes to the vending machine and buy himself snacks.
  • minhyuk decides to be a really good friend
  • and so dongmin is left in bin’s dorm room, bin unaware that its dongmin and not minhyuk 
  • “….uh….hi….you left your stuff in the library.”
  • dongmin’s voice makes bin squeak in shock and remove himself from his pillow, locking eyes with dongmin
  • “ohmygodi’msosorrypleaseforgetieverdidthatiwasntthinkingjustforge-”
  • “i prefer to kiss after the first date, but you’re cute so i can make an exception. just please don’t run away after you kiss me the second time”
Annoy Me - Carl Gallagher x Reader

Requested by @pale-and-empty

Warnings: cussing (this happens a lot), sexual tension if you squint maybe idk, annoying people, violence
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader
Description: The reader and Carl annoy each other too much and her/his anger brings them together
A/N: wow that description and omg lemme just say this took way too long okay and i really don’t how i feel about this ( ALSO this gif took me ages to find and it still doesn’t work I’m sorry)


“Stop it,” You roll your eyes as Carl pushes you again. He’d been doing it for a few minutes to rile you up, but you knew better. Two could play at that game. You were just as annoying as he was. 

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Paint me a future

pairing: jikook

length: oneshot, 3.2k

genre: domestic fluff, mentions of officer!kook

summary: Waking up to Jeon Jungkook every morning was everything Jimin could have asked for in life. Having police officer for a husband was fun especially when he gets to play around with his uniform.

Having Park Jimin in Jungkook’s life was as perfect as it gets.

Except for when said husband likes to scare the life out of him by asking important questions rather casually while doing tasks such as re-painting their guest room.

Crossposted to Ao3

Jikook Fluff Week Day One: Domestic Sunday

He wakes to the smell of linen.

Not a particularly sharp scent, and definitely by no means overwhelming. It was a comforting one that enticed him to burrow his face deep into the juncture between his pillows and get lost for days. He presses further against his surroundings, letting his hands grip the bed below him and adjust slightly with a soft sigh escaping from his lips. Jimin had forgotten that he had washed the sheets the day before, leaving him with a relaxed aura of cleanliness. The soft fabric cradles his skin, wrapping him in a blanket of warmth and filling his brain with pictures of soft tufts of cotton and silky threads.

He also wakes to an incredible amount of body heat and what felt like a pair of lips pressing to his cheeks.

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kekerockinrobin  asked:

Can I request a smut based off song Who Do You Love by Mariana's Trench where you & yoongi starts off as enemies for some reason when he's really in love with you & one day you two are left along for the day & you have a fight leading to sexy time

This was quite interesting to write since I’ve never written something with this type of plot line, so I hope you enjoy!~
- Devi ^_-

[WARNING: Explicit Content]

who do you love? {smut/angst}

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At some point in our lives, we all come across at least one person whom we cannot stand, and for what reason? That’s what’s unknown. See, our instincts are more capable than our minds seem to let us believe, and sometimes said instincts just KNOW when there’s something about someone that’s offputting even if your mind cannot rationalize it. Some people just make us angry simply for existing, without really transgressing against us. There was one in your life too. His name was Min Yoongi. 

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