yeah we are matching not planned

So to recap, Adrien “Just a Friend” Agreste;

- Thinks Marinette is a really talented artist 
- Thinks Marinette is a really talented designer
- Thinks Marinette is a great gamer
- Thinks Marinette is a great dancer
- Thinks Marinette is a great baker
- Thinks Marinette is awesome and wishes he could be just as awesome
- Supported her through his father’s design competition
- Supported her when she ran for student council
- Supported and gave his spot in the gaming competition to her
- Didn’t deny when shown a picture of Marinette and asked “She’s cute, right?”
- Fumbled when asked if Marinette was cute
- Calls her “Princess” and “Little Lady”
- Cares what she thinks about Chat Noir
- Admired her for standing up to Chloe and her antics
- Admired her for defending Mylène 
- Admired her for trying hard to include Juleka in their class photo
- Was down with kissing her for a scene that just had to be in a low-budget, high school film project.
- Was annoyed when said kiss was cock-blocked by Chloé. 
- Because you know…art
- Nervously asked for her autograph on a poster of his favorite singer
- Took time to literally spend a day with her and her great uncle
- Because, after they quickly found out Wang Cheng spoke French, she totally still needed a translator?? Right? ……Art???
- Stood up to Chloé when she insulted Marinette and her uncle
- Stood up to Chloé when she accused Marinette of pulling the fire alarm
- Took time to spend a day with her at her house…because video games…yeah
- Was super nervous and blushy during that entire exchange
- Was super touched/happy she gave him her good luck bracelet
- Hangs out with her in the park afterwards because…video games?? art??
- Immediately worries about her safety when the akuma arrives
- Actively tries to find and bring her to safety during an akuma attack
- Like twice…the first person he went to defend was her
- Asked her to dance with him
- Literally dragged her onto the dance floor
- Was super happy about it
- Basically cuddled with her on the dance floor because…friendship…art??…she smells nice??…I love holding my friends close to my body and never wanting to let go of them?? 
- Puts time and effort planning her surprise party
- Gives her the most thoughtful gift he could think of, even though he had the resources to get her anything 
- Puts time and effort making a gift for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, hoping she’ll like it
- Because we really need matching bracelets…to show…our very platonic friendship…yeah sorry Nino and Chloé y’all don’t get one…because it’s exclusively a me and her thing…friendship???

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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5 Times When

Peter Parker x Reader~Masterlist



Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you

1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book

Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”

Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”

“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.” 

Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away. 

He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on. 

The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present. 

It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it. 

You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning? 

Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper. 

You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book! 

You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it? 

You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class. 

Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back. 

2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man

Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?” 

You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.” 

She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?” 

You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed. 

Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!” 

You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both. 

“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did. 

“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?” 

Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed. 

Michelle laughed over her wince of pain. 

“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”

“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you. 

The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit. 

3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up 

The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time. 

This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided. 

Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple! 

So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?” 

You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.” 

“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!” 

You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back. 

Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”

You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!” 

You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him. 


He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it. 

“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands. 

“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about. 

Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company. 

“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.” 

Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!

“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”  

He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved. 

“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…” 

Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?” 

Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand. 

It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.

But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad. 

“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?” 

He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.” 

You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!” 

“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?” 

You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill. 

“Okay, Peter,” you nodded. 

4) You showed up as his superhero S/O 

Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)

So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face. 

A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car. 

He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume. 

You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire. 


Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous. 

You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”

“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating. 

After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this. 

What a coincidence. 

5) He saw you in an unexpected place

Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss. 

Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May. 

The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year. 

Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’ 

Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up-   but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.” 

Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.” 

Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die. 

“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.” 

Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman. 

There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.” 

How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).

Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter. 

Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions. 

In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals. 

In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.

Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock. 

There was a girl standing on the ceiling. 

Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface! 

“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says. 

The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor. 

But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.” 

“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-

And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”

“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’

Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!” 

It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.


AUTHORS NOTE: i currently have 586 things in my ask box. 124 of those asks were for a sequel to my fic ‘Walnut’. SO HERE YOU GO KIDDOS

TW: all of them. smut mostly.

Words: 2,503

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You were slammed on the mattress that was now hibernating beneath your spine. Your head hit a pillow, and your boyfriend’s body was hovering over yours. His torso found its way between your thighs. His lips latched onto the flesh of your neck. The room swarmed with sensuality and familiarity. Layers of cotton and denim were strayed on the hard wooden floors of Evan’s bedroom. The sheets that protected his twin size mattress were thrown carelessly. It was a battle of flesh against flesh, in hopes of winning dominance and sweet harmony.

           The feeling of Evan’s racing heart was caught between your fingers. Your hands roamed his exposed skin, drinking in the image of his radiance. His brunette eyebrows were lifted as his eyelids fluttered to a close. Your touch was like fire, burning down deep into his soul. His skin was soft. Your hands traveled to his blue boxers, slipping them down the hip bone that poked the surface of his skin. With a soft growl, he opened his eyes, staring at your anatomy once more.

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okay so everyone knows that leaky 2017 was amazing , but i just wanna know how the conversations went down with the starkids about what they were gonna do on stage ? like

“let’s kiss after granger danger”

“okay sure”

“nick you’re gonna jump into joes arms”

“sounds like a plan to me”

“we’re gonna sing this song at the end bc we can”

“sure i’ll teach you the choreography”

“lets change some lyrics”

“fuck yeah”

“do you wanna wear matching shiny tops”


❧ | the tag

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.


Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 

“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.

After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”


“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”

Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 

I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.


“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”

“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

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Imagine surprising Deadpool on his birthday.

Originally posted by wintersoldier

“Holy shit! Am I having a wet dream right now?” Wade questions as he shuts the apartment door behind him, he halts a few feet from you in his usual attire, feeling exhilarated from the job he just came back from.

You stood there smiling with amusement next to Spiderman himself, “Babe, it’s your birthday. I wanted to surprise you.”

Your arm slides around Peter’s waist, who stood there in civilian clothes, producing a green gift wrap bow from your pocket and sticking it onto the web slinging man’s chest.

Peter chuckles as he slips his arm around you shoulder, “Yeah, Wade w-we wanted to surprise you,” he pulls you into his side. The two of you exchange glances before turning to the loudmouth merc with matching grins, both of you shouting, “Happy Birthday, Wade!” You smile at your boyfriend, who just stood there in shock, catching both Peter and you off guard.

“Wade?” You take a step forward, pulling Peter with you, his hand grips at your shoulder nervously. The two of you had plan this for quiet some time and now it seems it was about to backfire. Peter opens his mouth to speak, but he’s quickly interrupted by the merc shouting, “BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!” and Wade storming over to the two of you. He quickly pushes the two of you down on the couch, cocking his head to the side and placing a hand on his hip. You could practically see the mischievous grin under his mask and you know Peter can too, because he adjusts anxiously in his seat.

“So many positions. We are going to need lots of lube and ropes!” Wade claps excitingly, before disappearing into the bedroom.  Peter and you share a knowing look, full of anticipation and excitement for what was about to take place.

Wade’s voice comes booming from the back room, “We all are going to be walking funny for the next couple of days!”

Three’s a Party

Summary: It’s the night before your birthday, you’re not interested in having a huge fuss about it all- but Natasha has other ideas

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: f/f smut, m/f smut, oral, protected sex, basically all the smut with minimal plot

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“Why are looking at me like that?” you gave Natasha a suspicious look as you caught her trying to discreetly look at you before she quickly focused back on her phone as you walked down the road back to your apartment after a long day of missions.

She turned her full attention onto you, cocking her eyebrow as she answered, “like what?”

“Like you’re up to something.”

She rolled her eyes at your quick response, putting her phone back in her pocket as the pair of you turned the corner and arrived at the entrance for your apartment block.

"Why are you always so judgemental?” she questioned, faking an offended tone.

You gave her an incredulous look. "Have you met you?” you sassed back, giving one of your neighbours a quick smile as he waved over at you.

Sure, Jonah was a sweet enough guy, but relationships just weren’t your forte, and in your line of work, attachments weren’t something that were easy to maintain unless they were also your colleagues. Which is exactly how you and Natasha got into the whole ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement in the first place. It was a simple agreement, no strings attached, and it was definitely beneficial for the pair of you.

"Point taken,” Natasha shrugged casually, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lip as she noticed your neighbour eyeing you up.  “So, I know you just wanted a small get together for your birthday, which is why we’re having a quiet night in tonight and then meeting the others for drinks tomorrow.”

"You do know that if you’re lying to me I know about 100 skilled ways to kill you, right?”

"Well, I mean you could try,” she shrugged casually, following you up the stairs that led to your apartment. “Besides, aren’t you forgetting who taught you like 80% of that skill?”

You scoffed before giving her an amused look over your shoulder. "It was more like 20%, but alright. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Romanoff.”

She just smirked back at you, a glint in her eyes. "It’s usually a good few hours with you under silk sheets.”

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Check To The Heart (Part 8)

Bucky x Reader

Modern day Hockey AU

SUMMARY: You are the daughter of one of the greatest hockey players to ever play the game, now as owner of the Avengers, he is bringing your childhood crush Bucky Barnes to the team.  The minute he sees you in your father’s office, you can tell by the smirk on his face he hadn’t forgot about your crush either.  This is going to be fun.

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You sit in your office typing an email to your dad about the upcoming promotions for the month, when the sounds of laughter from grown men filled the halls.  The team had been away for three weeks playing in away games and it seemed were finally home.  You try to remove the smile off of your face, and try to focus on the work in front of you.  You were so giddy to see Bucky and Steve.  You missed them both tons, but after what happened in your office with Bucky after his game, you really couldn’t wait to see him.

You had set in your mind that you were going to kiss him, if Steve got in the way, well then on his own head be it.  You and Bucky had been texting daily and talking over the phone when you could.  He had told you they would be home today, you just had no idea what time.  They had done fairly well in their games, so you knew you were getting back two very happy men.

Hearing a pair of footsteps coming toward your door, you suppress your smile and focus on the computer in front of you.  A short knock on your door has you looking up.  Steve had peeked his head in your door, giving you a wide grin. “We’re baaack!”

You roll your eyes at his sing song voice and wave him in, your grin grows as you see Bucky following behind him.  You watch as the corners of his mouth raise up into a broad smile. “Hey sweetheart.  I - We missed you.”

The two plopped themselves on your couch and began telling you all about their trip.  They told you about how some rookie had been pranked the whole time.  Bucky and Steve being the ones responsible for the meanest in your opinion.  On an off day, where they were finally all able to sleep in, Bucky and Steve had ordered three wake up calls for the rookie at 3 AM, 5 AM, and 7 AM.  The poor thing was so exhausted after a long night out, he didn’t have the sense to cancel any others that could have been potentially waiting for him.

You laughed along with the boys, shaking your head at their childishness.  You sneak a glance at Bucky, finding him staring at you with laughter in his eyes, and a fond smile on his face.  “What did we miss around here?”

You pull your eyes from Bucky’s and lick your lips taking a breath, “Well, let’s see I worked.  I got my dad to approve a few things I’ve been bugging him about.  Also Nat and I had a few friend dates, but other than that I just hung out.”

“You’re so boring, you need a boyfriend Y/n”  You look at Steve in disbelief.  Bucky gave Steve a look of horror.  Steve seeming unaffected by both of your stares, gave you both a mischievous grin, clearly pleased with himself.  While you mentally planned how you would murder Steve and get away with it, Bucky was clearing his throat.  

“Why don’t we go to dinner sweetheart.  You should get out of this office, have a little fun.”

“YEAH!  We can head to Vinny’s!  I have been craving their pizza.”  Steve let out a moan after mentioning Vinny’s, it was his guilty pleasure and he wasn’t allowed it too much during the hockey season.  Bucky shot a glance at you and noted your face matched his with a look of annoyance.

“Steve, buddy, I actually just meant me and Y/n.”  Giving Steve a pointed look, Steve’s eyes widen in realization.  Bucky had told him that he was going to ask you out, he had partially wanted Steve to give his approval, as well as getting the hint he needed to back off.

“Oh…OH..Of course you did!”  Steve stands quickly and walks a few short steps over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek and mutters goodbye.

“Bye Steve and thanks.”  You return his smile and know that he is doing this for the both of you.  Steve hated being left out, you knew you and Bucky would both be getting phone calls later in the evening.

After closing up your office, the two of you headed out to another restaurant instead of Vinny’s.  They last thing you needed was to go there and have Steve sitting with Peggy at the next table.  You both settled on the mexican restaurant down the street from the arena, opting to walk instead of driving.

After a wonderful dinner filled with good food, laughter and conversation, neither of you wanted to go home to empty apartments quiet yet.   You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him behind you, running back toward the side entrance to the arena.

“Where we goin sweetheart?” Bucky gave you a laugh squeezing your hand tighter following closely behind you.  You arrive at the door and release his hand, digging through your purse.

“Breaking and entering really?”  Bucky gives you a look of amusement, while you turn back towards him holding up a key.

“Don’t you remember Barnes, I’m the owner’s daughter.  It isn’t breaking in when you have a key.”  Giving him a cheeky grin you unlock the door and grab his hand pulling him into the building.

You press a finger to your lips and lead him into the main part of the arena where the rink was freshly zambonied.  You walk toward the ice and take a deep breath, Bucky admiring you as you had a little moment to yourself.  “I love the way it smells in here.  It smells like home.  I mean we spent all our time on the ice, from the time we were kids till even now.”

Bucky gives you an indulgent smile and walks towards you reaching his arms out to you, placing his hands on your hips gently, “You’re right, I guess hockey rinks have played a huge part in both of our lives.  So what are we gonna do now doll?”

You give him a small smile and lead him to the locker room door. “Skate of course.”

After grabbing his skates from his locker stall while you grabbed a spare set you hid for yourself in Steve’s locker, he placed them on his feet quickly, moving over to where you sat and began lacing your skates for you.  You let a small smile appear on your face as you watched him lace the skates carefully, he worked almost methodically, making sure they were tight and the laces were tied where you couldn’t skate over them and fall.

“I remember you doing this for me when we were in middle school.”  He looks up at you and the smile he gives you has you grateful that you are sitting.

“You broke your arm during a game, if I remember right.  That seems so long ago.”  He stands and offers you his hand, which you take and pull yourself up.

“It was.  Too long.”

Bucky doesn’t release your hand as he moves toward the rink.  When you both hit the ice, he turns so he is skating backwards and you follow him, he gives you a smile and lets you catch up to him.  You take both his hands in yours and you skate around the arena before Bucky releases one of your hands so he can skate beside you.  You can’t help but feel a jolt in your stomach over the feel of his hand in yours.

“It’s been so long since I skated with a pretty girl.”  You give Bucky a laugh of disbelief and lean closer to him. Bucky gives you a grin and slows to a stop, turning to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips.

“Hey it’s one of my signature get the girl moves.”

You skate yourself a bit closer to him and laugh, “Oh really?  Does that actually work?”

“Depends on the girl.   Usually we would skate for a bit.  After a while I’d stop and face her.  Pull her close and rub her arms.  Make sure she is warm enough.”  Bucky rubs your arms slowly as he speaks, warming you slightly, you watch his lips as he speaks eyes darting to his, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Then I’d pull her close, look deep into her eyes before leaning in and..”  Bucky pulled you close as he spoke looking into your eyes, the corner of his mouth raising a bit.   He leaned his face close to yours, as he trailed off, meeting his lips ever so softly to yours.  

You return the kiss with equal softness, the two of you breaking apart by an inch, before both of you leaned back in for more.  Just as your lips met again, an angry voice had you jumping apart.

“What the hell are you two doing in here?”  You look to the entrance at the side of the rink finding Joe (head of security for the arena) and your dad staring at you both.  You let out a huff of disappointment that has Bucky chuckling, and skate with Bucky over to your dad and Joe.

“I thought I was done having to fuss at you two over breaking rules when you were kids.  Guess some things never change.”  Your dad gives the two of you a playful glare before giving you both a knowing smile.

“You know Bucky’s always been a bad influence Dad.”  You laugh and sit on one of the stadium seats taking off your skates.

Bucky does the same shooting you a fake glare, “Still throwing me under the bus, huh sweetheart?”

“Yep! It’s why I keep you around Buck.”  He gives you a grin and shakes his head.   Steve was right, he was in way to deep.

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Reverie, Part 1

Pairing: Post-Azkaban Sirius x Reader

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Language

“So for next class, you need to read the Spiderman comic and write twelve inches comparing the Muggle concept of superhero powers to magic. Have a good weekend!”

Your students left in a combination of grumbles and returned well wishes for your weekend. Some of the kids just didn’t appreciate good literature.

As you packed your bag, Professor Lupin popped his head in and said, “Big plans for the weekend, Professor Y/L/N?”

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The Perfect Prom (Part 2)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prom has been more of a nightmare than the dream you hoped it would be. Thankfully, you have a friend like Peter.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Just me venting my feelings about my sucky prom. I wish I had a Peter in my life <3

[Y/N] = your name


When your feet hit the ground, you were slightly disappointed that your ride around with Spider-Man had officially ended. Frankly, you didn’t want to let Peter go, but he insisted that he had to get out of his suit before anyone saw him.

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Originally posted by leelakoiwolff

5.     “You’re such a good girl.”

“Yeah man, I think we should totally do that for the next episode.”

Kenny had been on the phone for the best part of an hour now. He and Matt started off talking about match plans but eventually, it turned into idle gossip and thinking up ideas for the next episode of Being The Elite.

He looked so hot sitting there all shirtless and sexy. There was something so inspiring and passionate the way he spoke about wrestling, that alone was enough to turn you on and let your mind wander. 

Suddenly a wicked thought popped into your head. You were going to surprise him, test him to see if he could keep his cool while on the phone.

Feeling brazen you get up off your chair and walk over to him, silently dropping down to your knees in front of him. You loved surprising him with head whenever the moment took you and he was always more than a willing partocipant.

Gently, You brush your fingers over his thighs, roaming all over his crotch area. The attention made him jump, noticing you between his legs for the first time. His face was a mix of surprise and anticipation, Kenny could tell by the devilish glint in your eye what was coming next and even though he knew he should tell you to stop and wait, he didn’t want you to. 

Your fingers traced up to the drawstring, as your lips breathed hot air into his rapidly stiffening cock. He lifted his hips slightly so you could gently untuck him from his shorts, letting out a tiny hiss when his cock hit the cool air.

His breathing was getting hot and heavy as he attempted to keep himself calm, not daring to take his eyes off you and not wanting Matt to realise what was going on. 

Kenny let out an audible sigh as your fingers traced over his member. You slowly wrapped around his shaft, giving it a tight squeeze, runnng your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing his precum all over the head of his dick.

Kenny quickly attempted to say his goodbyes so he could give you his full attention. At that moment you stop touching him and give him a look. A look that tells him he should keep talking or you’re not going to give him what he wants. Taking the hint he returned to his conversation, tangling his fingers into your hair and biting his lip, trying his hardest to concentrate on what Matt was saying.

Satisfied he wasn’t going to hang up, you resume jerking his cock, pressing soft kisses into his thighs as your other hand ghosts over his toned abs. Pursing your mouth you move your face closer to his cock, it feels so warm resting against your lips. Slowly parting them as your tongue darts out to lap up his pre-cum, tasting the salty beads and probing into the slit.

“You’re such a good girl.” Kenny muttered, using his free hand to stroke your jawline and open your mouth so you would take him inside you. You look up at him and give him a smirk, biting down on your lip.

“Dude, What are you talking about?” Matt asked from the other end of the line.

You savour the look of shock and panic on Kenny’s face mixed with the pleasure as you took all of him into your mouth.  “Oh fuck, I’ve gotta go!”

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y'know that one post where it's like *best friend calls me and asks abt what color my dress is for prom so he can get a matching tie and i asked "since when were we goin to prom and he's all like "fuck i forgot"*? how about that but with josuke bc i can totally see that happening with him, sweet precious babby (please and thank you, i need more josuke fluff in my lif e)

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The Twins first Smackdown

Originally posted by baleesi

Request - 32) Superstar brings the child to work for the first time. 33) Superstar sees their child wearing their merchandise for the first time. 

Pairing - Dean Ambrose X Female Reader + Son and Daughter

WordCount - 1,184

Requested By - @guatebabyxo

Written By - Tacha

Key - Y/S/N - Your Son’s Name, Y/D/N - Your Daughter’s name. 

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Dean paced nervously, it was three in the morning and the three most important people in his life were about to arrive. He probably looked insane as he paced a small route in the airport but he didn’t care. He had waited for two weeks to see his beautiful fiance and his beautiful children, Y/S/N and Y/D/N. When you had brought up the twins had been missing Dean terribly, Dean had suggested that he take some off to come home. But when you had suggested that you and the twins fly out to spend some quality time together Dean wished he could have been in your actual presence because he wanted to kiss you. You coming to stay with him met that the twins would finally be able to come to their first Smackdown. Dean had wanted to bring the twins for a while yet things came up and you had been a little hesitant. 

Dean heard the announcement that your plane had landed, a couple of minutes later, he saw you approaching, bags thrown over your shoulders as you pushed the trolley with the suitcases on them with one arm as you carried Y/D/N who was sound asleep. Y/S/N walked beside you carrying his teddy bear and pulling his small carry on case behind him. You and Y/S/N looked absolutely exhausted. Crossing the airport to you, Dean was hasty to pick up his son who looked like he was going to fall asleep at any minute. You sent him a thankful glance. You, Dean and the twins began to head out and towards his car. As soon as the twins were buckled in and the car hummed quietly the twins had fallen asleep. You rested your head against the top of your seat. 

“Don’t worry darlin’, we’re nearly at the hotel once the twins are tucked up in bed. We can get some sleep ourselves. I finally get my favourite pillow back.” You smiled sleepily. The flight had been long and you hadn’t slept because Y/S/N managed to stay awake. You observed Dean’s concentration as you admired how handsome he looked especially with the deep concentration that he held in his eyes. 

Once you arrived at the hotel, Dean sprung into action like some sort of lunatic Superhero. He was quick to take all of the bags to his hotel room, asking you to remain in the car with the twins. Once he came back down, he took both of the twins in his arms before leading all of three of you towards the hotel room. 

You smiled when you noticed that there was an extra room for the children to get their sleep. You and Dean both silently agreed not to bother changing the twins into their pyjamas, neither of you wanted to face two grumpy four years old on your hands Once the twins were settled You and Dean settled down for the night, Dean laid his head on your chest as you sleepily ran your hands through Deans locks of hair. 

“I love you Darlin’,” Dean mumbled as he snuggled his face deeper into your chest. 

“I love you too handsome.” 

Waking up the next morning, you still felt groggy from the long flight yet you were met with excitement. The twins first Smackdown, the first time the twins were getting to see their Dad fight live. 

“Darling, guess what I got a little surprise for you. I managed to pull a few strings and guess what you and the twins get ringside seats. So you get to see me in action really close and personal. I’m gonna give you a private later regardless maybe you wanna sample the goods right now.” Dean wrapped his arms around your waist playfully nibbling your ear. 

“Dean you know we don’t have time for this, but if you win later I’ll be sure to give you a reward.” You turned around in Dean’s arms kissing him softly. 

“Darlin’ why you always gotta be a tease?” Cheekily winking at him the twins bedroom door opened and twins came running out. 

“We’re going to work with Daddy right Momma.” Y/S/N questioned, on the other hand, Y/D/N had run straight into her Father’s grasps. She had always been a Daddy’s girl. 

“We are and we get to watch Daddy ringside. Are you excited?” Y/S/N nodded. 

“Well, what are we waiting for, let’s get going so I can show you guys off. Soon everyone is going to be jealous of my stunning fiance and gorgeous kids.So let’s get going because I’ve got people to make jealous” You followed your fiance out of the hotel room giving a discrete roll of the eyes. He was so dramatic sometimes. 

The twins were in awe of the arena, they looked around with wide eyes as they walked past and greeted Superstars that they had only seen on TV before. As the twins interacted with different people you expected Dean to look smug yet there was no smugness in his eyes instead there was a distinctive look of pride.

Unfortunately, time soon passed and Dean had to get ready for the show and you had to take your seats but before the show started you decided to take the twins to roam around the merchandise stools as you browsed you noticed Dean’s merchandise and of course the twins stopped. 

“Momma, can we buy some of Daddy’s merchandise.” Y/D/N asked as you all looked down at Dean’s newest shirt. 

“Yeah and then we can go change into our new shirts and when Daddy comes out for his match he’ll be surprised.” You looked down at the twins, it was a pretty good idea and you did have a little bit of time to conduct the plan efficiently.

“I think that’s a great idea. Come on we don’t have much time.” You purchased the tree shirts before hurrying to the bathroom so you could surprise Dean…

You and the twins were loving Smackdown, the crowd absorbed you into the atmosphere while all three of you cheered and interacted with the night’s matches. Dean’s matchup was next, all three of you were pumped. 

The moment Dean’s music hit, the three of you began cheering for him. Dean was out there doing his thing while looking for you and the twins. At first, he had no idea where you were because no one had bothered to tell him where you were sitting. 

When Dean finally spotted you in the crowd, he was taken back. There you all were standing as you cheered for him, wearing his shirt. His shirt. No one else’s, while Dean wasn’t typically known for getting emotional. Seeing you and the twins supporting made him feel proud. All that time away from you and especially the kids was worth it because he could be their real life Superhero and Dean was going to do everything in his power to make sure that he was there to support the twins (and any more children that you decided to have) no matter what it took because you and the twins were his life….. 

Mileven Week: Babysitting!AU

Note: This is for the Alternate Universe idea and I decided to take on a High School/No Supernatural AU where Eleven babysits Holly for the summer (hopefully more interesting than it sounds lol). Here is the first part.

Mike forces the rest of his coffee down his throat, even though it’s too cold at this point. He’s too shy to ask for a fourth refill, considering it’s almost 9 o’clock at night. Hopefully, it’ll get him through this last little bit of studying.

But then Dustin smacks his head onto his history textbook. “Fuck. This,” He says, muffled by the pages. “Lucas,” His hand flails to hit their friend next to him. Lucas doesn’t look up from his own flashcards he’s flipping through. “Kill me,” He orders.

“No,” Lucas replies, crossing through a line on the card and scribbling a better statement. Mike snags a fry from their communal plate and keeps working on the marginalia in his own copy of the book.

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I’m very lazy so I’m not gonna translate everything that’s written in these two pages but…

–What about the relationship you two share?
M: Since the beginning, Yukirin has always been acting nicely and kindly to me, always showing me what a big heart she has. I feel like, no matter what I’d do, she will always accept it, and she’d always forgive me anything. She’s great at readily respond to my silly statements, so that feels good, too. 
Y: I feel like that 90% of the conversation we have when we’re together is made of those silly things you say, Mayu (laughs). But that makes me happy. Because that’s not something you do with everyone.
M: Yeah, it’s something I do only with you and Sashii, even in backstange. I feel like I can’t show that side of me to the others. ‘Cause even if I did, they prolly wouldn’t understand at all (laughs). 
Y: To me, Mayu is like a 4 years younger sister. Even though she’s actually only 2 years younger than me (T/N: yes, Mayu is born in 1994 and Yuki in 1991, so technically she should be 3 years younger, but I’m pretty sure it has to do with the coming of age ceremony and the fact that people born in March, for some reason, are still considered “of the previous year” or something like that… Not sure), I feel her a little younger. When it comes to work, Mayuyu is the one who shows off the most professional and mature attitude, and I wanna be the one supporting her from the most closely. I wanna be someone she can be her playful true self with. 

–You two have released a coupling song from the Shoot Sign single called “I Want to Listen to Sad Songs”. This is your first official unit song together after 10 years; how does it feel?
M: It’s a ballad, and it’s not that revealing (laughs). It’s a nice song, though!
Y: We recorded that in different days, so we technically haven’t had the chance to sing it together, yet. That’s why, I’m really looking forward our first live-performance together of the song.
M: I’m the kind of person who gets nervous on stage, and I’m sure I’m gonna be nervous while performing that song too, but since Yukirin’s voice is usually pretty steady and calm, I’m sure I’m gonna be able to do good by your side. 
Y: I mean, you’re the one member I trust the most among everyone. Our voices match well together, when we look at each other we manage to sing in perfect synch, it’s super easy to duet with you. I wanna perform that song many times!

–10 years have passed. What about your plans for the future?
M: Yeah, I still wanna be a stage actress… I guess I gotta start preparing myself for that. 
Y: I wanna keep performing and singing on stage. Actually, I’ve been enjoying a lot everything I’ve been having the chance to achieve within the 48 Group, lately. So I guess I wanna keep being the kind of solo artist who would be able to keep doing all that in the future, too. 

–And what about your relationship in the future?
M: If we start not meeting frequently anymore, we won’t be able to have such fun together anymore either. And it’d make me feel sad, so we’re totally gonna keep meeting on a regular basis, and I’m totally gonna release my stress on you! (laughs) Watcha think?
Y: Sounds good to me (laughs). Even after graduation, the things we wanna keep doing in the future aren’t so far away from one another, we might meet on the same set or stage and work together as “MayuYukirin”… I think there would be nothing that would make me happier. 

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10. things you said that made me feel like shit

you’re appealing to my evil side anon,, you guys know I love angst,,,

“Can’t you do anything right, dumbass?”

Hinata spun around, arms flailing. “Hey! I got that last block!”

Kageyama looked down his nose at Hinata, one eyebrow raised critically. “Yeah, and then you totally messed up the tempo for the quick. We can’t afford that in a real match, dumbass.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “Bakayama,” he squawked, and he stomped away back to his position. Kageyama only rolled his eyes.

Practice was going well enough, despite the occasional interruptions from Kageyama and Hinata bickering as usual, or Tanaka shouting at Tsukishima to step up, or Sugawara calling everyone together to go over the synchronized attack just one more time. Ukai and Takeda talked in low voices over a clipboard, strategizing and planning. Or, Ukai did the strategizing. Takeda listened intently, nodding patiently, as almost everything Ukai said flew over his head.

A squeak of sneakers. The empty, hollow sound of the ball dropping. Takeda looked up from the clipboard in time to see Kageyama stalking towards Hinata, rolling up his sleeves and hunching his shoulders, ready to brawl. “Dumbass Hinata!” Kageyama roared. “You’re so off today! What the hell! You’re nowhere you’re supposed to be! Get focused, dumbass!”

“Hey, Kageyama,” Tanaka warned, stepping towards Kageyama, but Hinata leapt in front of him, charging up to Kageyama and nearly ramming into him with his head. He stood toe-to-toe with Kageyama, glaring up into his face. They stared at each other in mutual, seething rage, silently steaming. Then Hinata spoke.

“Fuck you, Kageyama.”

The gym exploded.

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