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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

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@loeigh@calumbeans@sailorchibimoonunicorn@marvel-fanfiction@sammnipple

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. 

Oops? 

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. 

STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY. 

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.

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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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

*gifs not mine


“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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[ soulmate ]

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.

“Yeah.”

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.”

“Huh?”

“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.

“Hey.”

“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.”


✧ a/n:

okay this was waaaay longer than I planned for it to be HAHA

it was so fun doing this scenario bc i personally really enjoy reading soulmate scenarios. they’re always so cute (and sometimes heartbreaking) !!

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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!”

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

PART 1


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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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. 

Taglist - @i-kneel-for-king-loki @littledeadrottinghood  @m-a-t-91 @straight-outta-the-asylum @lip-sync @itsstephaniemcmahon  @unhinged-on-the-fringe @thebutterflygirl16 @youhoebag @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @guatebabyxo @wweimagines-oneshots @xsimplynaex @macfizzle@sassyenthusiasthistorylover333 @xuhwheredidkylogox @driv3mys0ul @not-that-kinda-gurl08  @harleymoxley @wwessellout @freekmode @catie-kaboom  @fucking-bandsx

A/N - If you would like a request from the prompt list Send us the name of the Superstar, the gender of the child and a few numbers.


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….. 

Dreaming of You

My first Cesaro fic is now complete! Big thanks to @helluvawriter for the inspiration with her prompt: “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.” My darling, I hope you enjoy this!!!

Pairing: Cesaro x Reader

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Love can sometimes be a funny thing. It can make you feel things that you have never felt: some good, some bad. Love can make you sad; love can make you happy. Love can make you patient and love can most definitely test that patience.

Currently, your love for Antonio Cesaro was testing your patience.

You and he have been together for a good 3 years. You met after you had joined the company doing hair and makeup for the ladies. You mostly knew him as Cesaro, and you called him that and continued to do so after you started dating. You were mostly happy with him and he expressed that he has been happy with you too. But it’s been hard for some alone time with him these days.

You loved his tag team partner, Sheamus. You adored the man. But he was always around the past 4 months. Always around. You couldn’t get any alone time with Cesaro for the life of you except when it came to going to bed. By that point, he’s either too tired to stay awake and talk or even make love to you. Four months.

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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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kagehina 10

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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The Mic Incident

Three anons requested Tony fics so i thought id give it a go. Not my best work but i hope its decent!!!

Note: The clothing and body types will basically be male stuff, since y’know, he’s gay.


I found myself staring from afar at the boy in the purple button down with the greased back hair. He stood in the lunch line, giving a small smile to the ladies working the stand as he got his food. He began walking away from the line as he paid at the register, I quickly changed my gaze and focused on the pre packaged food in my brown paper bag, a rosy blush very much present on my face.


I was much more startled by sound of someone sitting on the empty bench in front of me. I looked up and was met with the big brown eyes of the one I had become so infatuated with. A lopsided smile took over his face, making his cheeks rise and his eyes squint.


“Hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he said, the bright smile still on his face.


“Yeah of course,” I said, frantically pulling my food over to my side of the table instead of it running over to the opposite half.


“Awesome. What snapback are we rocking today,” he asked before taking a bite of his sub.


“Still the old Cubs hat,” I said, taking it off and turning it around.


“Ahh, I like it. You said it was a 70’s style cap right?”


“You remembered,” I smiled at him.


“You bet your ass I did. And your hair is starting to curl from the bottom of your hat,” he chuckled.


I grabbed nervously at the strands,  “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”


“Nah, don’t bother with that. It suits you, I like it.”


I found myself blushing once again due to the Puerto Rican Prince sitting in front of me. I tugged at my hair once again, giving him a quick thank you.


“You’re going to the dance tonight, right,” he asked me, bringing out the puppy dog eyes to make me say yes whether I actually planned on going tonight or not. Thankfully I did actually plan on going.


“Hell yeah. You’re DJing right?”


“Mhmm,” he said before swallowing what he was chewing,” I’ll let you come up there with me. Help me manage the copious amount of tapes I’ll have on the table.”


“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” I smiled back at him.


I felt his leg lean on mine under the table and I found myself trying to hide an obvious blush once again. We made small talk for a while, talking about what we had to do in class today and what songs he planned on playing tonight.


“Hey, you wanna ride to the dance,” he asked me, his voice less confident and smooth than it was before.


“Yeah, thank you,” I said, trying not to smile too hard because fuck, Tony Padillia just asked if I wanted a ride.


“Awesome, I’ll pick you up about 7:30?”


“Yeah, and here,” I said pulling out a slip of scrap paper and a pen. I scribbled down my number quickly and barely legibly and handed it to him.


“Shoot me a text when you leave your place?”


“Will do,” he said as the bell rang.


We both threw our garbage in the trash and he gave me another bright smile before we went our separate ways. He went for his locker and I made my way down to the library where I spent my free period along with my best friend, Jessica.


She was already in our usual spot, scrolling through her phone before she looked up at me.


“Hey, bud. What’s got you so perky,” she asked as she set her phone.


“Guess who’s going to the winter formal with Tony fucking Padilla,” I said with a grin.


“Oh my fuck, congratulations,” she said as I sat down next to her, her giving me a side hug. “God you’ve been gushing over him since the beginning of freshman year.”


“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I blushed, “but I’m so fucking excited.”


“Ahh. I’m so happy for you,” she smiled. “What do you plan on wearing?”


“Well you know Tony, he’s gonna be in his leather so I don’t know how to compliment that.”


“Just wear your vest and bow tie,” she assured me, “You’ll look great, who cares if you guys match.”


“Well, I mean I kinda do.”


“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna look great.”


We continued talking in the library, trying to get all the homework that was assigned out of the way before the big night ahead. The period went by fast and soon I was pushed on over to English. I didn’t mind the class, the teacher seemed fond of me and she never assigned too much work to do. Class went by even quicker than usual.


“Alright. No new assignments because I know you’re all gonna have a busy weekend. Remember that the essay is due next Friday,” she told us as we all piled out the door.


I made my way to my locker to put away most all the things in my bag. I walked with my head down, looking up from my phone occasionally to make sure I wouldn’t run head on into someone on my walk.


Sure enough it was right at my locker that I bumped into somebody. I looked up already apologizing until once again the dry mouth kicked in and I could barely talk.


“Hey Tony,” I stuttered out.


“Hey,” he grinned. “Just wanted to see if you wanted a ride home.”


“Yes,” I said all too fast, “Sure. Yeah. Thank you,” I coughed trying to collect myself.


I opened my locker and stuffed my shit in, taking out a few notebooks that I used. Tony lead me out to his old car, opening the passenger door for me like the gentleman he was.


“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I joked.


“Well then I guess it’s another old practice  I’m reviving,” he chuckled.


He popped in a Joy Division tape and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” played over the speakers.


“This is my favorite band,” I said with a big smile.


“No shit,” he grinned back, “Me too!”


“Hell yeah, Padilla.”


The rest of the drive went by all too quickly and soon enough we were in my driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and went to get out of the car but Tony grabbed my hand.


“7:30,” he said with those puppy dog eyes.


“7:30,” I looked back at him.


I went up my porch and into my house, waving him off before I went inside. I ate an early dinner because I know I’d be a mess if i ate any later. Time went by quickly and thankfully Mom was out tonight and Dad was on a business trip. It left me time to get into my own head and fuck myself up a little bit to psych myself up.


Hours went by by me binge watching House Hunters and waiting until about 6 to actually start getting ready. Jessica face timed me as she got ready, her doing her makeup and hair as I got myself all ready.

Soon enough it was 7:15, I was ready to go but still an anxious mess. Tony was such an insanely amazing dude and the fact that he offered to give me a ride and hang out with me for a few hours was insane. I listened to Unknown Pleasures to try to calm my nerves, blasting “Disorder”.


My phone screen lit up with an unknown number saying “Be there in 5. :)”


My head started pounding and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were on meth. I stood on my front porch for just a few minutes and his red Mustang pulled up and came out right away. He smiled when he saw me, his hair slicked back and his leather making him look sharp even though some would consider him underdressed.


He opened the door like before and I sat down in the car before he closed the door and scurried back over to his side of the car. He looked me up and down subtly.


“Well don’t you look handsome,” he smirked.


“Right back ‘atcha,” I smirked back.


His DJ equipment filled the back of the car and music blasted as we went back to the school. No one would be here for another 45 minutes, it was still set up time. Those who set up the thing were all around already.


The girl who ran the photo booth noticed us right away.


“Hey Tony, Y/N, you two want a picture?”


Tony looked at me with a concerned glance and I just nodded. He agreed and we went to where the blue, snowy background was set up. Tony put his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist. She took one photo and then set us up for another.


Before I could comprehend what was going on, the lights of the flash were in my eyes and the habitual smile was on my face.


Tony’s lips were on my cheek and he pulled away before I could really react. The photos printed from the stand and the girl who ran it handed us each a copy of the photoset.


I looked at Tony with flushed cheeks and he just smiled back at me, he was always smiling. He took my hand and lead me into the gym and we set up his equipment and goofed off until it was about time that people would start coming in. Tony started playing things off his tape as we sat behind the booth.


We talked about random little things, like a “get to know you” type of deal. Later in the dance Ryan came by, pushing Tony’s buttons and making him get a little angry. Ryan complained about the lack of slow songs and Tony rolled his eyes, letting Ryan get what he wants.


I stood up behind the booth and went closer to Tony. I rested my hand on the table, not really paying attention to what was on the table.


I tapped his shoulder and he turned to me, relieved to not be talking to his ex.


“Hey I was thinking. Uhm. You wanna dance?”


Tony was about to answer before he looked down at my hand and out to the entire crowd that was staring up at us. I lifted my hand from the table and in utter shock I backed away, realizing I hit the mic button and the entire fucking gym heard me. It was dead silent until someone started fucking clapping.


Soon enough it spread on and Tony and I just stood side by side, fascinated by the ordeal. He pulled me from my gaze and took my hand, taking me down to the gym floor. Everyone at the dance fucking cheered but right now all I could focus on were Tony’s arms wrapping around my waist. We were in the centre of the floor and Ryan put on a slow song. Other couples gathered around us, some giving me kudos for doing what I did, even though it was an accident.


Tony didn’t do with the gentle resting when it came to getting close to me. His arms were tightly around my waist and mine went around his neck, keeping him close.


“That was one of the best things I’ve ever been a part of, Y/N,” he said as we swayed.


“I try my best,” I chuckled nervously, trying to find something else to focus on because if I stare at Tony I’ll end up a mess.


Tony took a hand from my waist and put it on my jaw, almost forcing me to look back at him.


“Hey,” he said, snapping me out of whatever it was that I was in, “Don’t be so nervous.”


“I’m sorry, I just get really anx-”


He cut me off in the best and most stereotypical way possible.


His plump lips were firm against mine and my eyes closed  immediately.


“I know that was cheesy as fuck but I like you. Like a whole lot. And I really hope this isn’t  a one-ti-”


“Oh shut up and kiss me.”


And that he did.


One of my hands made  it’s way into my hair and he pulled me closer  to him if that was even possible.


“I’d say ‘let’s get outta here’ but I’ve still got a job to do for the next half hour,” he giggled to himself.


“Well then let’s go to my place  after this then, yeah?”


“Yeah,” he said smoothly.


He gave me one last kiss on the side of my mouth before we went back up to the booth. He finished off the set nicely as the crowd dwindled  away to just the chaperones and faculty. We wheeled all his stuff into his car and we drove back  to mine.


I took him inside the empty house and we went to the basement, where my room was.


“I’m gonna change out of this really quick. Here’s a pair of shorts if you wanna settle in,” I said, tossing him a pair of loose basketball shorts.


He gave me a quick ‘thank you’ before  I went to change in the bathroom. I stripped myself of the sweaty dress ups and put on just shorts and a tank top.


I went back out and he was in practically the same thing. I lay next to him on my bed as he turned on the TV.


“House Hunters,” he asked.


“You know it. Just watch this shit, it’s a national  treasure.”


“Whatever you say, babe,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

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Flashwave week - mobsters

warning: this episode of Flashwave has zero appearances by either Mick or Barry

Ao3 link

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“You kidnapped me!” Iris hisses.

“It’s for a good cause,” Len assures her.

What cause?”

“Your brother, Barry, has been dating my partner, Mick.”

Iris blinks. “Wait, Mick’s been cheating on someone?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “That – seems very unlikely. He’s such a good guy, you know? Honest and straight-forward, no bullshit.”

“What? No!” Len says, wrinkling his nose right back at her. “We’re not like that. We’re, uh, work partners.”

Iris looks around the warehouse she’d been kidnapped into. “…you’re criminals,” she concludes.

“Well, yes.”

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Home sweet Home

Sami Zayn x Reader

Originally posted by jimdrugfree

As soon as Sami entered the hall of his own home his bags fell out of his hands and the door slowly closed by itself. Sami shuffled slowly to his living room. Every single muscle in his body hurt. Even tough he was only turning 33 this year he could already feel the effects of getting older. After every show he felt how his soreness was a bit worse than before and lasted a bit longer than normal. 


He was almost at the couch when he heard a squeal.

“Sami!” Y/N squealed out of the kitchen. In mere seconds Sami could see her running towards him. She fell around his neck peppering every inch of Samis face with kisses.

“ I missed you sooo much! ” she whined.

“Me too, darling. ” Sami groaned slightly in pain. Something Y/N didn’t miss.

“Is everything alright?” “Yeah.” he huffed in pain, trying to cover his obvious lie with an assuring smile. Y/N was quick to loosen her grip.

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Arranged Marriage Part 2

(A.N. Heyyyyyyyyyy! Here is Part 2 of Arranged Marriage! Also, Bellatrix makes an appearance I know she dies in Deathly Hallows but I just had to put her in this imagine. Enjoy ;p)

Originally posted by keepyourtwocents


It’s been almost 7 months since Draco slipped that golden band on my finger. Today is the day we seal the deal.

Draco’s mum and my mum planned the whole thing. To the outdoor renu to the white veil I wear that matches Dray’s tie.

Certainly I’m standing in the dressing room having the women on both side of the families dress and cake my face.

“Hey Sissy? Where’s the scotch?” Bellatrix slurred tapping on Draco’s mother’s shoulder.

“Bella I think you had enough already. The wedding hasn’t even star–”

“Yeah yeah yeah. The wedding hasn’t even started yet. Blah blah blah.” The aunt cutting her sister off shaking her glass trying to get the last drops of alcohol in it.

The sound of a door closing made all of the women look towards it.

It was my mother dressed in a white silk gown that touch the floor.

“Hey Y/N are you ready?”

Nodding my head I look in the mirror.

My hair was in a braided bun.

A small white flower grown sat on my head.

I wore a lace white gown that touched the floor

The lacy sleeves reached all the way to my hands.

Turning around and walking out the door my mum was holding I greeted my father who stood in a black and white suit.

Hooking my arm around him we set towards the seating area where all of the guest occupied.

Sweet piano music rang through the renu as everyone turned to face me.

Keeping my head up high I look eyes with Draco who…. Looked stunning the white of his button up shirt made his eyes shine to the light blush on his cheeks as I made my way toward him.

My dad shaking Draco’s hand and then kissing my cheek I took a hold of Draco’s hand.

Positioning myself in front of Draco he flashes me his award winning smile.

Smiling back at him the priest starts the wedding vows. (Assuming the Malfoy’s are Christians)

“I do.” Draco smiled.

“And Y/N do you take Draco Malfoy to be your husband through sickness and in health.”

“I do.”

“Then you may kiss the bride.”

Draco grips my waist and lifts my chin. Looking in my eyes we lock lips.

Pulling away families on both sides applauded us.

Draco smiling and pulling me in for a hug he whispers in my ear,” Y/N my love I will love you, always.”

~ 1 year later ~

“Daddy Mummy! Get up Santa came!”

Hearing a chuckle come from my husbands pink lips.

“D/N (Daughter’s Name) Five more minutes mummy is really tired.”

“NOOO IT’S CHRISTMAS! SHE CAN SLEEP LATER!” D/N shrikes jumping on the bed.

“Fine you win go wait by the Christmas Tree we will be down in a couple of minutes.”

“Yay!” She jumped down from the bed and raced down the stairs.

“Good morning my love.” Draco said kissing my lips.

“And good morning too you my beautiful baby to be.” Draco said kissing my round stomach.

“You… ll ne…r see… th… n… i… my kingdom…”

Those were the last words that that the Gardevoir ears could make before seeing  the figure tower over her, raising their weapon to the heavens before swiping it down, aiming for the poor sylph’s face.

Oriel could only gasp and cringe before the dark world she envisioned was shattered, rising up and letting out a shriek from the sheer shock.

“WHOA!”

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anonymous asked:

How about billdip tattoos? Maybe bill finds a neat tattoo on dip he never knew of and thinks it's kinda hot or they get matching tattoos or something?

After a drunken night at the bar, Bill and Dipper had made their way home and had a night filled with sloppy kisses and half-hearted fourplay before they were out cold.

Bill hadn’t ever slept over before since Dipper always acted shy about the blond staying in the same bed as he did, but apparently alcohol had cleared away any worries the brunet had about it.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Bill teased as he sat up, pulling the blue comforter off of them. “I think we should go get some- Oh, hello, what’s this?” He paused and moved the blanket further down, exposing the little tattoo on Dipper’s upper thigh.

It wasn’t very detailed, but it was clearly a golden triangle surrounded by blue flames, a single line in the middle that looked like an eye.

Flattered and amused, Bill poked at Dipper until the brunet opened his eyes.

“What?” Dipper groaned.

Bill gave a toothy grin and put his finger right over the tattoo. “I didn’t know you found me so attractive. Getting someone’s likeness tattooed on your hip is pretty big, Pine Tree.”

Dipper’s eyes flew open and his hand smacked over the mark. “Wh-what? That’s not you!” His cheeks turned a deep red and he pulled the blanket back over himself.

“Oh really? A golden triangle, one eye, and blue flames? Pretty sure that’s me. I’m one of a kind.”

The brunet hid his face and mumbled something about being embarrassed into the pillow.

“Aw, don’t be shy about it!” Bill laid on top of him, rubbing his hand over the mark. “I honestly think it’s kind of hot that you have a tattoo,” he purred.

“Really?” Dipper looked at him, his face still flushed.

“Hell yeah, I do! In fact, I’m going to encourage you to get more! Not all of them have to be of me, of course. We should even get some matching ones!” The blond excitedly wiggled to further wake his boyfriend up.

“I don’t know…” Dipper chewed his bottom lip and sighed. “I got this one in high school as a dare from Mabel. I’ve never really thought about getting a serious one.”

Bill poked his nose and laughed. “Well, now you have! We can plan it together, okay? I’ve been meaning to ink this body up!”

Dipper swatted the demon’s hand away, laughing at his enthusiasm. “Alright, alright, fine. We’ll talk about getting matching tattoos.”

“Yay! You won’t regret this, Pine Tree, I’ll help you look like a badass!”

The brunet groaned and buried his face into the pillow again. “I think I’m regretting it already.”

Blue Streak - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by dailymarvelstories

Words: 1537
Paring: Pietro Maximoff
Warnings: swearing, sadness, crying.
Requested by Anon:
Hi! Sorry it’s long, but could I get a Pietro x reader where (Y/N) Stark is a key asset to the avengers. When she runs into Pietro for the first time they both catch the others eye even though they’re "enemies”. It becomes a teasing match between them every time they encounter one another. In Sokovia, Pietro asks (Y/N) to marry him only after knowing her a few days, she says maybe, but wants to say yes. After the fight is over and (Y/N) finds out that Pietro is dead, she is unconsolable.
A/n: I’m sorry there are so many time skips but I had to do that for it to be able to fit in multiple days. Pretty sure I was able to keep this one gender neutral- so that’s always good! :)


"What are you waiting for? Go!” Steve yelled to you.

You started to run to your next target. That was, until you saw a flash of blue run past you. You stopped moving to see if you could figure out what it was that passed you. Next thing you knew, you were being flicked multiple times on your head.

“What the…?” You mumbled to yourself.

Then, you were spun around. “You didn’t see that comi- woah.” The blue streak turned out to be a boy, who seemed to be around your age, and had an accent.

“What was that, Starkling?” Clint asked.

You didn’t reply to Clint but stared at the boy who spun you around. He was definitely attractive, but was on the wrong team.

“Y/n!” Your brother called. “What was that?” Tony snapped you out of your daydream.

“Oh! Uh, there’s an enhanced.” You spoke quietly, and the man ran off when he heard you speak.

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