you do not understand how excited i was

Be More Chill Adopted Jeremy AU Headcanons

-Jeremy was only a few months old when he was adopted so all he remembers is Squip as his dad

-he doesn’t call Squip dad, instead he’s taught to address him by name

-Squip has him complete cut off from the world, homeschooling Jeremy and keeping him in the house at all times

-Jeremy is raised to be perfect and knows he’ll be punished everytime he messes up slightly. It’s always been like that, even when he was little.

-the worst of his punishments being when Jeremy’s locked in the room downstairs for hours, or in the worst case days, at a time

-no outside media except for the occasions when Squip accidentally leaves on the radio for Jeremy to hear

-Jeremy can play the piano very well. Only the classics but he’s wanted to learn how to play newer songs like the ones he’s heard on the radio before

-he doesn’t play any of the songs in fear of being punished by Squip

-his bedroom is on the second floor and his only interaction with the outside world is looking through the window down at the streets below

-Squip has to leave for work, Jeremy’s only entertainment being either the piano or the books he’s allowed to read

-to not be so lonely Jeremy makes up friends to talk to

-the voices in his head are named Christine, Rich, Jake, Chloe, Jenna and Brooke

-Squip has to remind him they’re not real but that doesn’t stop him from talking to them

-it’s with their encouragement, mainly Rich’s, that he decides to sneak out on his seventeenth birthday where he meets Michael

-the only magic he’s been taught about before is from fairy tale witches so he’s drawn to Michael’s street magic act

-it’s during this act when Michael notices a man drag the slightly confused Jeremy away from the show

-after saving Jeremy from being mugged by the man Michael starts to show Jeremy around the town

-seeing how oblivious Jeremy is Michael asks about how he doesn’t know this stuff so Jeremy tells him about Squip

-“Dude, that’s not…normal.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that’s abuse.”

“A…buse? How? He cares and provides for me.”

“You said he punishes if you mess up-”

“Then it’s my fault.”

-Jeremy is amazed by Michael’s magic tricks and is unable to even understand how they’re done

-“Watch these flowers turn into-a pigeon!” A bird flies away and Jeremy is awestruck

“You can create life?!”

“…yes…”

-Michael introduces Jeremy to pop culture and sugary foods making Jeremy excited as he takes a liking to one videogame in particular

-“What is this called?”

“It’s Apocalypse of the Damned dude, and it’s awesome!”

-Squip panics when he finds out Jeremy is missing and after finding his son, drags him back home and forbids Michael from ever coming near Jeremy again

-now instead of his second floor bedroom Jeremy is confined to the “Silent Room” in the basement

-his voices in his head aren’t able to comfort him now that he knows about the world out there

-that doesn’t stop Michael from trying to see him one more time

How to Make Your Descriptions Less Boring

We’ve all been warned about the dangers of using too much description. Readers don’t want to read three paragraphs about a sunset, we’re told. Description slows down a story; it’s boring and self-indulgent. You should keep your description as short and simple as possible. For those who take a more scientific approach to writing fiction, arbitrary rules abound: One sentence per paragraph. One paragraph per page. And, for god’s sake, “Never open a book with weather” (Elmore Leonard).

But what this conventional wedding wisdom fails to take into account is the difference between static and dynamic description. Static description is usually boring. It exists almost like a painted backdrop to a play. As the name suggests, it doesn’t move, doesn’t interact or get interacted with.

There were clouds in the sky.
Her hair was red with hints of orange.
The house had brown carpeting and yellow countertops.

In moderation, there’s nothing wrong with static description. Sometimes, facts are facts, and you need to communicate them to the reader in a straightforward manner.

But too much static description, and readers will start to skim forward. They don’t want to read about what the house looks like or the stormy weather or the hair color of each of your protagonist’s seventeen cousins.

Why? Because they can tell it’s not important. They can afford to skip all of your description because their understanding of the story will not be impacted.

That’s where dynamic description comes in. Dynamic description is a living entity. It’s interactive, it’s relevant. It takes on the voices of your narrators and characters. In short, it gives us important information about the story, and it can’t be skimmed over.

So how do you make your description more dynamic so that it engages your readers and adds color and excitement to your story? Here are a few tips.

(I have a TON more tips about setting and description. These are just a few. But I’m trying to keep this short, so if you have any questions or want more advice about this, please feel free to ask me.)

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MORE QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Why are we doing this again? ❜
❛ Is this a bootycall? ❜
❛ Did you really just ask me that? ❜
❛ You don’t think I’m going, do you? ❜
❛ What happened between you and _____? ❜
❛ So, are you two dating? ❜
❛ You think you control my life now? ❜
❛ What did you do? ❜
❛ How far along are you now? ❜
❛ Was this your plan all along? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you just tell me? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re not keeping any secrets? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re telling me everything? ❜
❛ Why would you even begin to think that? ❜
❛ Did someone tell you that? ❜
❛ What’s the time again? ❜
❛ Are you ever going to come back? ❜
❛ Wait, what? Where did you hear that at? ❜
❛ Are you here to lie to me again? ❜
❛ Did you really think that? After all this time? ❜
❛ Why are you leaving me? ❜
❛ Why should I believe you? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Do you really think I’m going to trust you that easily? ❜
❛ You mean, you weren’t joking about that? ❜
❛ Is that really how you feel? ❜
❛ Do you remember anything, at all? ❜
❛ How could you go behind my back and do that? ❜
❛ You didn’t tell me about this? ❜
❛ So, is there any exciting news to hear? ❜
❛ You think I’m inclined to believe that? ❜
❛ How long do you think I will wait for that happen? ❜
❛ Why aren’t you laughing, was it not funny? ❜
❛ Why are you staring at me like that? ❜
❛ Are you okay? What the hell happened? ❜
❛ Did you go somewhere else without me again? ❜
❛ Is it you or is it me? ❜
❛ You think I owe you an apology? For what? ❜
❛ What did I ever do so wrong to you for you to hate me? ❜
❛ Why do you hate me so much? ❜
❛ What did I ever do to you? ❜
❛ Okay, where is all this coming from exactly? ❜
❛ Are you trying to break up with me right now? ❜
❛ Is this part where we kiss? ❜
❛ Are you trying to kiss me right now? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me by or not? ❜
❛ So, are you in or are you out? ❜
❛ Are we going to stand out here all night? ❜
❛ You didn’t even bother to tell me about this? ❜
❛ What else are you lying about? ❜
❛ Are you hiding something for me? ❜
❛ Did you even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ You know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜
❛ Did you kill someone? ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re not hiding anything? ❜
❛ What, you think this is some kind of game? ❜
❛ What are you having doubts about? ❜
❛ You don’t think we’re wasting time? ❜
❛ Is that a threat or a promise? ❜
❛ Oh, so you don’t kiss and tell anymore? ❜
❛ What more do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What am I going to do without you? ❜
❛ How long have you known about this? ❜
❛ You’re not starting to like me are you? ❜
❛ Is this your way of saying sorry? ❜
❛ Who would buy that? ❜
❛ You know, I don’t want to see you, right? ❜
❛ Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? ❜
❛ How much have you had to drink tonight? ❜
❛ How’s that hangover from last night? ❜
❛ Long night, huh? ❜
❛ So, did I miss anything interesting? ❜
❛ What are you watching over there? ❜
❛ Who are you texting? ❜
❛ Who’s got you smiling? ❜
❛ You didn’t hear that? ❜
❛ Is this a date or? ❜
❛ Are you going to ignore me forever? ❜
❛ How long before your silent treatment breaks? ❜
❛ What can I do to make up for it? ❜
❛ Will you please just talk to him/her for me? ❜
❛ Are you here to apologize? ❜
❛ Do you ever stop talking? ❜
❛ Is that really still a thing these days? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me or with me? ❜
❛ What was it like before she/he was here? ❜
❛ Do you remember me at all? ❜
❛ Are you in trouble? ❜
❛ You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? ❜
❛ There was something you needed to tell me? ❜
❛ Are you insulting me right now? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of an insult? ❜
❛ You do realize you’re wrong, right? ❜
❛ What’s so wrong with that? ❜
❛ Is that such a bad thing? ❜
❛ You’re not going to be sick again, are you? ❜
❛ You really the police? Why would you do that? ❜
❛ You really don’t trust me anymore? ❜
❛ Aren’t we friends?
❛ Why do you always lie to me? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard to face the truth? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to tell the truth? ❜
❛ Where do you think youre going? ❜
❛ So that’s it then? You’re just going to walk out? ❜
❛ Don’t you believe me? ❜
❛ Do you love me? Do you even like me? ❜
❛ What’s stopping us from being together other than you? ❜
❛ How come it took you so long to answer? ❜
❛ Why are you ignoring me? ❜
❛ I thought we were friends, how could you do this? ❜
❛ Are you really wearing that? ❜
❛ You really think that will help? ❜
❛ Do you ever think about us? ❜
❛ Why are you standing on my porch in the middle of the night? ❜
❛ Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? ❜
❛ What did I say? ❜
❛ Why are you having such a hard time believing me? ❜
❛ What’s your excuse? ❜
❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜
❛ How did you find this out? Who told you? ❜
❛ Are we really going to this stupid party? ❜
❛ Why are you always so sad? ❜
❛ Why do you care so little about everything? ❜
❛ What was it like? ❜
❛ Are you setting me up? ❜
❛ As long as you aren’t setting me up for failure, okay? ❜
❛ Do you believe in love? Do you believe in us? ❜
types as people i’ve met irl (infp pov)

ESFP

- in a constant loop between “you know what FUCK SOCIETY I WILL LIVE MY LIFE HOWEVER I WANT AND DO WHATEVER I WANT” and “i still lowkey want to please people around me and not cause too much conflict tho”

- that thing when an ESFP starts describing a situation and they play out all people in it and they do it SO GOOD and it’s SO FUNNY do they all do that

- at the centre of attention is where they will be

- somehow doesn’t exactly belong to any group but is considered a part of every group

- me: oh yesterday I’ve met /that person you have no chances of knowing/

ESFP: ooooOOOH I KNOW THEM

me: how

- is never home but somehow manages to sleep?????

ENFP

- BEST LITERARY TASTES. If ENFP tells you to read that book you go read that book I’m telling you

- “and they told me to do it but you know it’s stupid so i’m not gonna do it”

- can be super annoyed by people they love, but remains loyal to their group

- angry with all their body, vivid gestures included. generally they are moving all the time.

- somehow pretty charismatic and it looks like they feel easy in a leader position

- life isn’t a competition EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT IS

ESTP

- i know only one and they are the class president somehow??????

- “WHEN I SEE MY MOTHER CRY I’M READY TO KILL SOME FUCKERS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW”

ENTP

- awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

- puns

- i mean puns, ready to write to you at 3 AM just to proudly write a pun they’ve just come up with

- oh no you are sad??? it’s okay they will bake cookies or smh

- the more personal conversation gets the more “lmao” there is

- you can say when they feel happy to be around you and it’s just so adorable

- they are so smart & try to act like they aren’t & everyone can see they are smart anyway so you failed, entp

- entp: i’m going to try doing that new thing and it will be awesome and i will love it!

entp, later: it sucks

entp, even more later: NO YOU KNOW IT WAS COOL ALL ALONG

- *drinks awful juice for the first time* *eats awful meal for the first time* “ohhh it’s… pretty good!”

- really happy to be a part of some group but won’t say it out loud

- “and it was THEN when my Fe destroyed me!!”

INFP

- looks pretty egocentric & has the lowest self-esteem around

- “if I don’t like it I won’t do it, it’s just that easy”

- they are all attention whores (me too, infps)

- w r i t i n g

ISTP

- SO LOYAL LIKE IF AN ISTP LIKES YOU THERE’S LIKE 0.000001% CHANCE THAT THEY WILL EVER LET YOU GO

- after reading this will probably try explaining to me why the math comparison was wrong and didn’t fit

- have such a hard time expressing their feelings

- if they like you and they can talk to you about their day they are so happy? just talk about what they were doing, really.

- “i feel bad? well i guess i will just bottle it up forever”

- can be rly rly quiet & needs a lot of alone time

- there’s objective logic everywhere just let me find it logic is my bitch

- they will be frustrated if you don’t make sense to them but they will try to understand - if not because they like you then at least for science reasons because “what is that wild creature and why do they act like that, i must observe”

- “sarcasm is the only way I speak”

INTP

- I LOVE

- when I start talking to an INTP the 7 hours long conversation is almost guaranteed

- they seem so genuinely interested in what you have to say and ask questions and stuff & what they say makes you genuinely interested as well because they have such an interesting knowledge on subjects you’ve never thought about

- “on the other side tho”

- puns

- on most subjects it’s really easy to convince them because they are always open to see the other side’s point of view

- usually remembers all you’ve told them but always asks if they remember correctly

- intp: OKAY I MADE UP MY MIND

intp, a day later: ON THE OTHER SIDE,

- “look at that dog!”

- mood swings

- so adorable just let me hug them all

INFJ

- takes care of your shit since you’ve met them

- “NO YOU KNOW WHAT. I’M NOT DOING THIS SHIT FOR THEM THIS TIME. THEY WILL HAVE TO MANAGE IT ON THEIR OWN. I’M DONE HELPING THEM. *does this shit for them because of course they won’t manage it on their own so someone has to*”

- saves the world since they were born

- will try to help, joke about how they failed to help, beat themselves internally over how they failed to help

- OKAY TIME FOR ANOTHER SELF-DEPRACATING JOKE

- you: *starts feeling bad*

INFJ, a second later, out of nowhere: hey are you okay?

- MAKES PLANS. SO MANY PLANS. HOW CAN YOU MANAGE ALL THESE PLANS.

- “i’ve been planning on reading/watching it one day since 2004 but I haven’t found any time since then”

- “my Fe can tolerate your stupidity but my Ni-Ti is so done”

- always done with humanity

- *snarky commentary*

ISTJ

- “so usually when I wake up I have a strict plan of how this day is going to look like and it’s extremely pissing off when something doesn’t go according to that plan”

- ISTJ: *is doing homework for ten hours*

me: do you maybe want to—

ISTJ: NO I WON’T COPY OFF YOUR HOMEWORK I’M NOT WEAK

- somehow really wants to show you that you are important to them, even if they are awkward with feelings

- that smile they have when they talk about people they love doing stuff

- also that excited voice they have while doing so

- “I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. HOW CAN YOU JUST… NOT BE PREPARED.”

- their anger is so cold and so visible

- some values are not to be touched!

INTJ

- really really REALLY cares about people they like

- is really sensitive for their loved ones’ pain and really awkward when trying to comfort them but boy do they try

- that person that will come back for you after the group wanders off and you are left behind

- INTJ, about really hard situations they’ve been through: “this wasn’t such a big deal tho, I mean eh, it’s over now”

- “HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SO STUPID I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND”

- ignorance pisses them off even more than it pisses off other human beings

- it’s Monday and my INTJ dad calls me when I’m at school.

me: yeah?

INTJ: hey, I have something important to tell you.

me: sure, what?

INTJ: could you pick up [your sister] from school-

me: sure

INTJ: –on Friday?

- “you know I just… don’t like it when something doesn’t go according to my plan”

- will plan everything for the trip before you try helping

The Towel Story

Originally posted by awwsehun

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff/Smut

“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.

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10 Things I Learned as an Interviewer for the Interviewee

As a fourth year medical students (yikes) I was able to become an interviewer for my medical school. So yes, that means maybe someone I’ve interviewed may one day see this. Though probably not. Anyways, it was very surreal to be on the other side of the process all these years later and while I’m getting ready for interviews myself (anyone want me for residency, btw?)

A lot of expectations and previous notions about interviews that I had really did change and I can see how intricate the process actually is, and I get why we get asked the questions we do. At least somewhat better.                                                                   

All experiences and interviewers are different but here are some things I think can really help out the interviewee. Maybe things you thought were hard and fast rules but aren’t or things you didn’t expect us to be looking for. Anything to help! And while this is directed at pre-meds, the advice should still general enough that anyone can use it, if they want.

Some things to know beforehand; I was part of a two-on-one interview setting which lasted 30 minutes with a few preset questions we needed to ask. The interview was blind, so we couldn’t see stats.

Take a second to observe your interviewers.

This isn’t an open invitation to judge your interviewers, but most of us are pretty telling in the way we present ourselves. If you can take a break for the nerves for a second pay attention to our introductions, our demeanor and how we’re dressed. It can give you a sense of how relaxed or stringent we may be and what our personalities may be like even if we were told to stay stone cold poker-faced. And always keep in mind who your interviewers are and what departments they’re from. It can help guide the tone we set for the entire interview.  

Play off the interviewers.

Now that you’ve taken a moment to take in your surroundings use those to your advantage. If we’re playing tough, answer with strength and intention. If we’re relaxed, don’t sit so stiff and maybe get us to laugh. If you are asked thought provoking questions, take time to think about it and provide thought provoking answers. The more you work with us, the easy and more open a dialog becomes and the more personable the interview will become. It’s a great way to show flexibility and adaptation, and for the interviewers who did this well we found ourselves impressed.

If I’m offering you information, take it.

If I am telling you that I am a 4th year and I can answer your questions about rotations, classes, or student life I am literally giving you questions to ask me in the event you have forgotten all of yours. If faculty tells you which program they are a part of and what they specialize in they are opening that line of information for you. They are telling you were their interests and focuses are and you can run with that, if you like.

Please, please do your research.

We had an application who couldn’t tell us what they liked our school. Had no idea what the mission statement was or what the goals of the school were. Didn’t have a clue. I had to use my doctor face so I could stay neutral. It was bad. I get that you just want to be in medical school but come on. Point blank, there is no excuse for anyone to know nothing about the program they’re interviewing for. You should also have worked out answers for frequently asked questions. Getting stumped on classic medical school questions…it’s a big red flag. So please plan ahead and do your research.  

Pick the length of your answers carefully.

Different types of questions prompt different types of answers. There are a lot of questions that can prompt follow up questions. Hobbies for example; going into every detail about your hobbies is probably counterproductive. But that’s assuming you have a fair amount of things you like to do that aren’t medicine. You can add a snip here and there, like “I’ve done that for 15 years” or “it’s really a huge passion of mine” but if there is interest in hearing more, we’ll most likely ask. If you only have one thing, don’t think “I like running” is a good enough answer. Give us something to work with. There are questions, especially theoretical ones or tell me a story situations that are meant to be longer. And always keep in mind your time limit.

Be confident, not cocky.

There is a huge difference between smug and confident. We had one prospect who gave this shit-eating “gotcha” grin after every question they thought they had aced. It was almost like they were trying to directly challenging me. It got to the point that I stopped caring what they were saying and was just getting pissed. The answers could have been great (they weren’t) but all that stuck with me was the cockiness. Not sure if you do that unintentionally? That’s what practice interviews are for. There are very clear differences when someone was proud of an answer and were pleased, and what this individual was doing. And if you do act that way, personally, I don’t want you representing my school, regardless of what your application looks like.

I don’t care about the “right” answer. I care why.

I know there are certain questions answers that are kind of set in stone. And I know straying too far from say, an ethics question, is hard to do in a new and unique way. The way to make yourself stand out from the crowd is to explain the reasons why you believe this to be the “right” answers since those tend to differ among applicants and shows your critical thinking skills past “well obviously this is the right answer”. Aside from that most interviewers don’t have specific expectations for most questions. We’d rather just hear about you and your personal experiences, honestly.

We’re not always looking for your spoken answer.

Sometimes we’re looking at your body language. I will purposefully ask questions I know there are only a few answers too. Not because I want to know if you know it, but rather how you viscerally respond. Do you look uncomfortable when answering an ethics or grades question? Did you answer robotically? Are you still looking at me? Can you pick yourself back up after a rough question? What you do speaks just as loud as the things your saying and I’m looking for it.

Use your personality and responses to show you want to be here. Not your grades.

This was not an isolated event. I had a few prospective students speak about a class and sneak in “which I got an A in” and continue. Not really a fan of that. I naturally assume that everyone we interviewed had good enough grades and scores because, well, you’re at the interview. At this point in the process all I want if for you to shine beyond those things and prove to me that you can be a doctor on paper and in person.  

Make me feel connected to you.

In the end, I want to feel like I know who you are. I want to know what you stand for and I want to experience the person who wants to become a physician. I want to appreciate your story and how far you’ve come. We don’t need to become best friends, we don’t need to have similar thoughts or values or personalities. But I want to feel like we could understand each other now and in the future. Let me be excited about you and for you. Let me want you to be here so I can check accept.

I hope someone was able to get something useful from this because for all of you here dying to enter this crazy profession I want you to reach your goals. I really do, and I’m just doing all I can on the internet. Good luck to everyone on your interviews!

I feel like guys often get the chance to play the anti-hero. If you think about Walter White from Breaking Bad, by the end of that show he’s a despicable human being, but you’re rooting for him and you hate him and love him at the same time. I feel like there are so many more opportunities for men to play those kinds of roles. Characters who don’t fit into a box and are kind of good and bad and ethically murky. I feel like it’s happening more and more for women, but so often you still read roles that fall into “someone’s wife” or “virgin whore.” I love that Laura is a jerk. She’s a real a–hole. Not only that, but she feels no shame about it. Obviously you want to empathize with the character that you’re playing, and so I’ve thought a lot about where her attitude and views come from, but I love the fact that there will be times when the audience won’t empathize with her at all. I think that’s exciting and interesting. Again, you watch The Sopranos and you’re not always like, “Oh, I understand why Tony’s doing all these things he’s doing!” It’s like, no. Sometimes it’s just sh–ty! Sometimes you just do a shitty thing. And that’s how people work.

Hopping on the ‘humans are weird’ train again, I just realized that there’s probably one universally recognized group of sentients that would love humans, and they are the scientists. I remember reading another article commenting on how movie representations of scientists generally being grumpy about known science being contradicted is actually inaccurate, since the core tenant of pretty much every science out there is to ask questions, run tests, and make discoveries. Scientists, when you get right down to it, are basically a bunch of people who really want to know stuff and understand it and examine every aspect of it, and get excited when all this results in even more exciting new questions!

And humans? By golly, do we want to do stuff! Explore your death planet that you’ve been curious about for years, but were physically incapable of setting foot on? Hell yes, this is either going to be an adventure or a really cool vacation, we will totally let you fund us to go explore something no one else has ever seen before!

You wanna figure out how the hell we work? What a coincidence, so do we, let’s just get a few ground rules down and then we’ll introduce you to the medical professionals, the psychologists, and the anthropologists, we can have a big old chat on just what makes humans tick!

We broke, like, six billion safety regulations and overturned a few fundamental beliefs on how the universe works, and yet somehow we’re still alive and thriving? There are a handful of underpaid space doctorate holders tossing off their space fast food aprons, because their time has come and they are about to be so relevant to the scientific community, and it’s beautiful!!!

And then, of course, our scientists meet their scientists, and shit gets real.

Talk Me Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Title: Talk Me Down

Warnings: mentions of abuse, tears, sad, slight angst

A/N: Based off of Troye Sivan’s song Talk Me Down. I’ve got conflicted feelings for Billy. I don’t like how he is such an ass (he’s also racist tbh. unless he heard about Lucas’ involvement in all the crap with Hawkins Lab, that’s the only other explanation), but I sympathize with him and understand him. I want to protect him and hug him and listen to him rant and vent and let out his emotions.

Originally posted by bigbadroman



I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
And I wanna come home to you, but home is just a room full of my safest sounds.


Hawkins High School was buzzing with teenagers, all excited for the weekend. You were one of them. It was the weekend, you had no homework, and surprisingly, you had plans.

Somehow, you found yourself being friends with a bully. Not publicly, at least. It would make people think even less of Billy, and you knew that wasn’t going to be good for him. Nobody at school knew what went on in Billy’s home life except for you. You’d often find yourself slowly opening your window, praying it wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the house. Billy would do his best to stay quiet, climbing into your bedroom. His eyes would be rimmed red, wet tears leaving trails down his face. 

You’d settle back into bed, sliding under the covers. You’d hold them up, so he could slide in next to you. His arms would wrap around you and yours would do the same. He’d rest his head in the crook of your neck and let out the rest of his tears, you just ran your fingers through his hair and held him. He found solace, comfort, and care in your arms- something he didn’t have much experience with.


Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3 A.M. shadow,
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone.


Billy found himself thinking of you often. Your kindheartedness and your compassion was most evident. He needed someone like that in his life, especially right now. His left cheek stung, and a small cut was evident on his cheek bone. The crimson colors on the clock seemed to shout the time at him, 3:04 a.m.

Tears trailed down his cheeks, hot and salty. It made his left cheek sting even more and the cut on his right cheek began to burn. His eyes closed, his mind drifting to you. Your sweet smile, your kind eyes, your guiding light, you. You were the person that brought Billy back to earth, the one who made him calm and rational. 


I wanna sleep next to you, 
And that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.

All it took was a phone call and you were on your way to Billy’s house. The shrill ring woke up your mom, and you didn’t feel the need to lie. So you told her the truth.

“A friend of mine, they don’t have the best home life. They just need a friend right now. I’ll be home in the morning.” 

Your concerned eyes and honest words made your mother smile at you. “Be safe.” she gave a single nod, and you grabbed a jacket, heading out the front door.

The window to Billy’s room was open, a welcome sign. So you climbed in as quietly as you could, seeing him curled up into a ball in the corner of his room. You slipped off your shoes, tiptoeing over to him. “Hey, Billy.” you whispered softly, his quiet sobs filling your ears. You kneeled down in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He just needed a friend, somebody in his life who he knew would never hurt him terribly.



I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now


Your eyes locked with Billy’s in the school hallway. You smiled at him and he gave you a half-second smile back. It made you heart break, the way Billy ignored you at school. You understood the need to uphold a reputation. You didn’t understand his constant need to be an asshole, although after meeting his father, you did. You understood why you and Billy had to keep your distance from each other at school. But you didn’t like it. You wanted to hold his hand, and kiss him on the cheek. You were developing a crush, and you knew it wouldn’t end well for you. Not in the slightest. 

But he needed you. Or at least you thought.



And I wanna get close to you
‘Cause your hands and lips still know their way around, oh
And I know I like to draw at night, when it starts to get surreal



The way she hung on Billy made your heart drop into stomach. How her arms wrapped around his waist, looking up at him like he was the world. The hot, sexy world.  And he was. She looked and him with lust and he looked at her the same way. 

Billy had found somebody else to calm him down, to spend their nights with him. He found somebody else. Somebody that wasn’t you. 

You must have just been a shock blanket. You know, like the ones they keep in ambulances and put over people’s shoulders when they’re in a state of shock or have just gone through something possibly traumatic? That’s what you were. You were used and then carelessly tossed to the side. You weren’t really sure what purpose you served, but you served one. 

And once they didn’t need you anymore, you were shrugged away and discarded.

The loud Michael Jackson song that was blaring through the speakers was what you focused on. Your eyes turned away from Billy and his new girl and focused on the song. Tommy H. was throwing a party and for some reason (most likely boredom and looking for a source of amusement), you decided to go. So, why not live a little? You didn’t need to drink, or do whatever the hell it was they were doing in the bathroom. You didn’t need to do a kegstand. You did the one thing that helped you let loose. 

You danced. 

You made your way to the dance floor and just started to move around. Your hips swayed to the beat, your head nodding along. Body heat radiated from every which way, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling your nostrils. You danced with nobody but yourself. 

It was like you were invisible, dancing alone. You had no need to grind on someone, no need to sling your arms around a stranger. You were content with filling the hole in your heart yourself. It’s the only way to do it. 



But the less time that I spend with you, the less you’ll need to heal. 
I wanna sleep next to you, but that’s all I wanna do right now.
So come over now, and talk me down.


Billy hadn’t called you in weeks. When you passed him in the hallway, you avoided his gaze. You shrunk back into the crowd and made yourself invisible. He had different girls to fill the void in him now, girls who gave him more than you did. A shock blanket, all you were. All you’d ever be to him. 


That night, as you lay in bed reading a book, your phone rang. You glanced up at it, your heart beginning to beat faster. What if it was Billy? But what if it wasn’t? 

So you let it ring. 

And then, the ringing stopped. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it was most likely just a wrong number.

And then the phone rang again. 

You had to pick it up- you couldn’t just let it ring. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

It was Billy.

You sighed. “Look Billy, I understand you don’t need me anymore so you don’t need to call me and apologize and rub it in my face that you’ve found a better fix, okay?”

His breath shook as he spoke, “I need you. I need you right now. I’m so sorry, I truly am. I was a dick and I shouldn’t have been. I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want to hang out or be friends or.. or whatever the hell we were. I get it. But, if it’s possible, I just need someone right now. I was such a prick, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart ached, and you knew there was a chance you were gonna regret this. “I’ll be over in ten.” 

Fuel to Fire (4)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing.

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2) Fuel to Fire (3)

A/N: it gets hot and steamy. And sexual. 

“Where are we going?” Y/N asks as she has to walk a bit faster than she usually does to keep up with Steve. Bucky’s at American Ink, his entire day booked with appointments, and pouted only a little when Steve left with Y/N to run an errand.

“New York museum of modern art” Steve smiles at her and slows his pace to match Y/N’s.

“Is this because I told you I took art classes in college?”

“That’s part of it” Steve smiles secretively, “you remember the first day you came in to the shop?”

“When you were necking with your husband like teenagers?” Y/N grins and mumbles a ‘mission accomplished’ when Steve’s face goes a pretty shade of red.

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I still can’t get over the “we love neil” chat from @local-astronaut​’s  a look into Matt’s phone post. She was sweet enough to let me turn this into a series, so please check out her original post too and give it some love!

(Also, seriously check out @local-astronaut​’s blog and her a look into the Foxes’ phones series because it is soooo good)

And here’s my take on the “we love neil” chat: part 3/?

  • Kevin finds out about the “we love neil” chat
  • It happens when Nicky’s talking to Neil, reading out the upperclassmen’s responses to a picture he sent of Neil
  • Kevin asks if the whole team is in the chat
  • Nicky says “Neil isn’t. Aaron isn’t. You aren’t.”
  • And Kevin’s like “Why am I not?”
  • And he’s a little offended that no one even asked him if he wanted to be, but apparently someone asked Andrew
  • Or, worse, someone risked adding Andrew without even asking first
  • And Nicky’s all skeptical like “Do you want to be in it?”
  • And Kevin’s like “Maybe.”
  • Which really means ‘Yes, but I’m trying to play it cool.’
  • Nicky adds Kevin to the chat and tells everyone Kevin’s in it now
  • There’s a stream of responses all excited about how Kevin loves Neil and how lovable Neil is
  • “Neil’s so popular” “look how big his chat is!” “i would join twice if i could”
  • Kevin doesn’t send candids of Neil to the chat like the upperclassmen and Nicky do
  • He doesn’t gush about the pictures that are sent like they do
  • Kevin sends links to articles about Neil

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What’s The Plan? (Peter Parker x reader)

Anon asked:

HI! I JUST SAW HOMECOMING AND IM IN LOVE. Anyway can I get a Peter X reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter (a teleporter) who has a deaf best friend (Fury’s son) who reads lips and has hyper awareness and she just invites Peter and Ned (who now has a Stark internship for his computer skills) and ned and the readers best friend just try to get the reader and Peter together bcs they know they have feelings for each other? (sorry if it’s too much and btw my best friend is deaf in real life💗)

(AN. I really think this is an adorable idea and I warn you, there are tons of fluff in this!!!!! And guess who became literal Tom!spidey trash and less than four hours after seeing Homecoming???? THATS RIGHT. ITS ME! aaanyway these guys helped a me come out with ideas for this fic > @raisafatika @ciaa11 @harukatrash so kudos to them)

-(B/f/n) : best friend’ s name-

-

(B/f/n) is a curious human being. He was born deaf, and that made him optimize the use of his other senses. He was given a hyper-awareness serum by his father, Nick Fury, at a very young age to help him go through the world.

Over time, the serum given to him as a tool to face the world became more like a superpower. He had awareness beyond any human being. He could feel even the tiniest vibrations.

Another challenge in his life was having to pretend that his father is dead.

Nick Fury faked his death a few years ago, and he hadn’t seen him since then. He sent his father anonymous letters from time to time, but Nick couldn’t send anything back to him in fear of giving away his location.

He was grateful to have (Y/n), his best friend. (Y/n) was Tony Stark’s daughter. Her mother died after giving birth, so Tony raised her. She was a genius, much like her father. (Y/n) played a huge role in Tony’s life. After all, six year old (Y/n) was the one who insisted Tony to take things seriously with Pepper.

(Y/n) also had a superpower. As a child, (Y/n) got trapped in her father’s matter transporter prototype. The incident broke the machine, but Tony didn’t care about that. He cared more about his little girl.

The accident gave her the ability to teleport. If she could focus enough, she could scatter her molecules to reform somewhere else. She could control her powers now, but if she teleported too much or too far, the exhaustion could kill her.

They were both avengers to an extent. They went on easy missions, but Tony insisted that they didn’t go on harder ones.

-

(B/f/n) stepped in the lounge. It was another regular day in the Avengers facility. Nothing to do. Neither he nor (Y/n) has school because lessons from Tony and Bruce was better than what any academic curriculum could offer.

He saw (Y/n) sitting contently in the couch watching Star Wars, her Hulk plushie conveniently cuddled in her arms. She was exhausted after teleporting to Manhattan and back. That’s the farthest she’s ever gone.

He smiled at his best friend.

Something else caught his eye. There was a phone on the iron kitchen in the back of the room, flashing with notifications. It wasn’t (Y/n)’s or his, so who’s phone could it possibly be?

He stepped closer and saw the messages.

From: Peter Parker

Hey Happy! Just checking in today!

So apparently, Happy left his phone.

(B/f/n) grabbed a piece of paper and crushed it into a ball and threw it to (Y/n) to get her attention.

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked, turning to him while pausing the movie.

Why did Happy leave his phone? (B/f/n) signed.

His actual gestures were actually: Happy. Leave. Phone. Why? but (Y/n) has gotten good at interpreting ASL.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged and went back to watching Star Wars.

Suddenly, an idea came to (B/f/n)’s head.

He unlocked Happy’s phone. It wasn’t that hard. The passcode was Happy’s birthday, and since (B/f/n) had near-photographic memory, it was a piece of cake.

He scrolled through his phone and saw Peter literally spamming him with text messages Happy never bothered to read.

How are you Happy?

I just got home from school.

How’s (Y/n) btw?

Tell her I said hi.

Anyway does Mr. Stark have any missions for me?

I’ll always be ready if you need me, you know.

Don’t forget to tell (Y/n) I said hi.

And it goes on and on like that for at least three months.

There was one thing that (B/f/n) noticed. Peter always asked about (Y/n).

Nobody asks about someone that much unless he had a crush on her.

With blunt realization and sudden excitement, (B/f/n) smiled with glee.

(B/f/n) knew (Y/n) has a crush on Peter. She didn’t tell him personally, but he just knows. He’s aware of the slight blush that colors her cheek whenever Peter is mentioned, or the tension released from her posture whenever Peter enters the room.

He just knows.

(B/f/n) couldn’t tell (Y/n). She wouldn’t believe.

He needed a plan.

So he texted Ned frantically.

-

“(Y/n) invited us for movie night?” Peter asked incredulously, not believing his ears as his cheeks turn as red as the Iron Man suit. He only goes to the Avengers facility for training. He couldn’t believe (Y/n) invited them to movie night.

“That’s r-right,” Ned confirmed, “nothing behind this invitation- not at all!” he stuttered, ending the sentence with a nervous grin.

Peter gave him a suspicious look, but it did not last. His head was already imagining scenarios.

-

“You invited Peter for movie night?” (Y/n) asked incredulously. (B/f/n) shrugged and signed, Technically, I invited Peter and Ned.

“I don’t care! What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself?” (Y/n) said with pleading eyes.

(B/f/n) rolled his eyes. You’re not gonna mess up, he signed, you’re not gonna embarrass yourself. You’re going to be just fine, okay?

(Y/n) sighed, “Okay,” she said grudgingly.

-

“Do I look okay?” Peter asked Ned, “Please tell me I look okay.”

“Relax, buddy,” Ned reassured, tapping his shoes.

(Y/n) opened the door. “Hi,” she said, smiling playfully. She was wearing an oversized sweater with pajama shorts while Peter was trying his best not to melt into a puddle.

“Hey,” Peter answered, trying to sound brave, but instead it came out more like a squawk. (Y/n) giggled at his reaction as she welcomed them in.

(B/f/n) waved at them and crashed on the couch, followed by the rest.

They agreed to watch Lord of The Rings. (B/f/n) set the subtitles and flopped back on the couch.

-

Halfway through the movie, Ned tapped on (B/f/n)’s shoulder. “what’s the plan again?” Ned whispered.

It’s dark, (B/f/n) signed, I can’t read your lips.

Ned gave him a confused look. “Huh?”

(B/f/n) face palmed. He remembered one thing that he did not think through. Ned doesn’t understand ASL.

Oh, how he hated excitement that ruined his near-perfect memory.

(B/f/n) took out his phone and opened the notes. He typed, what did you say?
And passed the phone to Ned.

Ned took the phone. I said, what’s the plan again?

(B/f/n) took the phone again. Excuse yourself to the bathroom, and I’ll do the same a few minutes after you.

He handed Ned the phone again. Okay. He gave the phone back to (B/f/n).

“Are you guys passing notes on your phone?” (Y/n) asked, slightly confused.

“What? No,” Ned said nervously.

Since (B/f/n) can’t hear a thing and can’t see in the dark, he typed, Who are you talking to?

“You guys are passing notes,” Peter observed.

“O-okay,” Ned stuttered, “I think (B/f/n) is sleepy, aren’t you?” he asked, as (B/f/n) tilted his head in confusion. “and I need to go to the bathroom!” he announced, pushing (B/f/n) out of the lounge and into the hallway. “I’ll be back soon!” he called and disappeared through the door.

“Well that was… wierd,” (Y/n) said uncertainly.

“yeah,” Peter agreed, blushing because he was alone with (Y/n) on the couch watching The Fellowship of the Ring.

(Y/n) scooted closer to him.

Peter noticed something dangling from the girl’s arms. “Is that a hulk plushie?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “Umm… Yeah,” she admitted.

“I think it’s cute,” Peter smiled.

(Y/n)’s eyes brightened. “Thank you.”

Then, Peter realized, that if he wanted to confess, this is the perfect time to do so.

“(Y/n)?” Peter called softly.

“yeah?”

“I sorta.. Kinda, y'know…” he started, scratching the back of his head, “you’re just… And I’m, well… I don’t know how to say this and I’m really scared right now… It’s like… You know, when you’re in a room… I, ummm, I get nervous, and I-I don’t know how to act- I just have these feelings, and stuff and- I sorta- kinda like you- but- but y'know if y-you don’t feel the same…but I think I-I’m in love with you -”

Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/n) leaned up to press her lips against his.

Peter couldn’t believe it. (Y/n) Stark was kissing him.

He melted into the kiss in a matter of seconds.

His heart was beating out of his rib cage as he sighed into her lips, happy that he didn’t have to hide anything from her anymore.

They pulled away, out of breath and smiling like idiots.

“Was that your first kiss?” (Y/n) asked smiling contently.

“That obvious, huh?” Peter grinned.

“It was mine, too,” (Y/n) admitted, pecking his lips one more time.

They stayed in silence for a while.

“Hey, Peter?” (Y/n) called.

“hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

-

From the hallway, (B/f/n) and Ned high-fived in happiness that their fatally flawed plan actually worked.

Nick Fury would be so proud.

-

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I Hate You : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)

i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)

“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge. 

 "Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him. 

“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa. 

“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.

"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.

 “You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed. 

 "Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time." 

 “Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you. 

“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed. 

“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water. 

“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up." 

 "Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows. 

 "Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed. 

You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook. 

“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”

 "Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe. 

"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?" 

“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair. 

“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh. 

 "Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied. 

 "Why me?“ You groaned. 

“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.  

“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh. 

 "I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.

 Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top. 

 "You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.

 "Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV. 

“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly. 

“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you. He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side. 

“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop. 

 Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well. 

 You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke. 

 "What are you doing?” He snapped. 

“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack. The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away. 

 "What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. 

 "Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.

 "You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch. 

“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils. 

“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom. Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.

 Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye. 

“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin. 

 "I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.

 You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself. Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side. 

 "Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face. 

 "W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer. His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again. As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something. 

 "I really fucking hate you.“ 

 "I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours. You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours. You couldn’t help yourself. 

As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck. He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan. 

 "Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks. 

“Up.” He told you. Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist. His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head. You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket. 

 "H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath. You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.

 "Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.” Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone. 

“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction. You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.

 / 

“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink. 

 "Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him. You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other. 

 "You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.  

“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch. As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is. 

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates. 

“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t. 

 "Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look. 

“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates. Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on. 

“Y/N?” Conor nudged you. 

“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out. 

“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up. You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking. 

“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him. He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished. 

“Thanks.” You spoke. He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin. It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice. You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys. The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head. You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away. 

 All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys. Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you. You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves. You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go. 

“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand. 

"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice. 

 "You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied. All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them. 

 "I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job. 

 "Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off. You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over. Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them. You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands. 

 "Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you. 

 "Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand. 

What guy?“ You asked. 

“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied. 

 "Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.

The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh. You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right. Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall. You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.

"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned. 

“Funny.” He shrugged. 

 "I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off. 

"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you. 

“What are you talking about?“ You snapped. 

 "That guy.” Jack replied. 

“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“ 

 "Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise. 

 "What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go. You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet. "For fuck sake Jack!” You whined. 

Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you. 

 "Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up. ”

Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving. 

/

 You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.

They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room. Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room. 

“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down. 

 "I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt. When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there. However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you. 

“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed. 

“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked. 

 "I’m always angry at you.” You sighed. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed. 

“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again. 

 "So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him. 

 Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor. 

 You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack  pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though. 

“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair. 

“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses. Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. 

 Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip. 

 "You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. 

 "J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs. 

“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response. Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off. 

Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you. 

“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck. 

"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you. 

 "I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now. 

 "Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again. 

 "On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses. 

 After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.

 "Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin. Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you. 

 "I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts. 

 Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more. One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure. 

As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead. 

 Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust. 

 "I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you. 

 "I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips. You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled. 

 "Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again. 

“Me too, baby.” He breathed out. 

 The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock. 

 You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you. As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again. 

 "Think I need another shower.“ You laughed. 

 "I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled. 

 "Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you. 

 "Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath. 

 “I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed. 

“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again. 

anonymous asked:

Mum! I wanted to say that I really apprecaite all the work you do and I enjoy reading everything you write, you're AU's are very relaxed and it makes me happy even when I'm sad! I think you write Wonho perfectly! Any how... I was wondering ** IF YOU HAVE TIME ** : Could you write a Wonwoo Friends to Lovers to go with the others?

thank you so much!!! here’s friends-to-lovers wonwoo for you!~~
find woozi (here), seungcheol (here) & joshua (here

  • you and wonwoo became friends because of the fact that you both have a mutual understanding of living life quietly and letting your other friends do dumb things you otherwise wouldn’t dare to do
  • like that time hoshi told wonwoo he could do a backflip into the swimming pool and when wonwoo shrugged and said go for it a very excited hoshi ran toward the 7 meter diving board
  • and you, who’d overheard the conversation came over to stand by wonwoo and said “you know,,,,,your friend is probably going to end up belly flopping and hurting himself instead of actually backflipping.”
  • and wonwoo was like “i know,,,,,,,,,but that’s the point. i kinda wanna watch that happen.”
  • and you had nodded your head understandingly because sometimes watching other people wipe out can be ,,,,,,,,, rather hilarious 
  • and when hoshi hit the water with ,,,, you guessed it,,,,,,a belly flop you and wonwoo had both tried to hide laughter as hoshi came up for air with a pout on his face and had yelled that he’s pretty sure the sting from this flop would haunt him till he was old
  • but yeah,,,,,you and wonwoo are the calm, neutral friends of the group and so you and wonwoo have never fought or argued and for the most part you enjoy each others company even if it means you’re on your laptop and he’s on his phone
  • you know,,,,,,,,you two just click
  • which is why when you need an emergency place to crash for two weeks,,,,,wonwoo gladly lets you stay with him because there’s no way you’d be a bother??? you’re exactly like him
  • but,,,,what’s different is that,,,,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,apparently,,,,,, walks around his house without a shirt on,,,,,after the shower,,,,,,
  • and you don’t know this until you get up from your homemade bed on the couch and end up walking straight into a shirtless,,,,hair still wet,,,,,,very handsome,,,,,wonwoo in the kitchen
  • and you kind of freeze because,,,,since when did your friend have such broad shoulders? and such nice skin? and such a strong,,,looking back,,,,,,
  • and wonwoo apologizes,,,,,and you try to shake your head but you’re still standing there in shock and he tells you awkwardly that he’s got to go to bed
  • and you,,,,,it takes you a couple minutes but when you finally come to,,,,,,,you realize that,,,,,wonwoo,,,,,,has always been attractive hasn’t he,,,,,
  • and oh god as you’re laying under your blanket trying to sleep,,,,the image of him standing there,,,,,deep voice talking to you,,,,,lean body- oh GOD,,,,,
  • and in the morning you can’t even look wonwoo in the eyes you just grab a snack for breakfast and make up some excuse to run out of his apartment before wonwoo can as much as offer you some coffee
  • and ,,,,,, you can’t stop thinking about it,,,,,, wonwoo’s body,,,,,wonwoo’s face,,,,,,wonwoo’s personality that never makes you anxious and is always so well in tune with yours
  • and you almost smack your head against the wall as you’re waiting for the subway because wonwoo is hot,,,,and a good person,,,,,and you’re kinda really ok not kinda like aLOT INTO HIM
  • but it’s like you can’t,,,,,you can’t bring it up or say anything and risk messing up this great friendship you have and so you curse whatever higher power there is when wonwoo says you guys should watch a movie one night to kill time and you’re sitting on the couch,,,,
  • close,,,,,,,arms touching,,,,,,wonwoo seemingly focused on the movie with his hand grabbing popcorn and you’re just like,,,, trying not to think about how cute he looks in his sweatpants and v-neck black tshirt,,,,,until suddenly wonwoo lets his hand rest on the sofa behind you,,,,,,almost like those old tricks you do at the movie to try and put your hand around your date
  • and your brain is like!!!!!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!! but wonwoo still looks calm and you’re like??? should i scoot away??? should i lean into his arm????? oh my god
  • and wonwoo finally looks at you from the corner of his eye and you’re like quick quick say something so it’s not awkward and you’re like “i,,,it-it’s a little cold,,,,um,,,ill go get a blanke-”
  • but wonwoo grabs your hand before you get up and with his chocolate brown eyes and deep voice says that if you want, you can cuddle into him for warmth
  • and you can’t believe your god damn ears,,,,,,,,,,,but then you notice,,,,even with the calm look on his face the tips of his ears have turned a bright red and you’re like,,,,,,sjkdhfsj we’re both shy,,,,,,,,in the end we really are the same,,,,,
  • but you sit back down and wonwoo’s hand gently rests over your shoulder and you lean into his chest a bit cautiously but wonwoo adjusts himself so you can put your head on his chest
  • and somehow,,,,,,in a matter of minutes,,,,,it’s comfortable,,,,,
  • and you interlace your fingers with his and you guys are both watching the movie,,,,,,,and like you’ve been a couple for ten years not ten minutes it’s,,,,,,,,normal
  • you and wonwoo click,,,,you always will,,,,as friends and as lovers,,,,,,
I Meant Something Like That - Steve Harrington x Reader

[AN: Based off the an amazing request I received asking for a Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader based loosely off the ‘Cooler’ Episode from New Girl with the first ever Nick and Jess kiss and also one of my favourite kisses in the history of television. You don’t understand the happy dance I did when I received this prompt!

To maybe follow some of this fic you may have to look up the rules to True American, just for the fist couple of paragraphs of this fic if you aren’t familiar.]


Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

Originally posted by aesaddict


You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself partaking in the excited games of your younger brother and his friends, upon turning thirteen and suddenly becoming interested in the boys in your classes you hadn’t spent much longer than half an hour in the presence of Dustin or his nerd squad. However something to do with Steve Harrington turning up to your house with a bottle of stolen liquor for you both to share and a promise that it ‘wouldn’t be all that bad’ had swayed you into playing a game with rules that were not all that clear. 

‘Okay so remind me again,’ you giggled swaying on the spot, ‘the soda cans?’

‘Are the pawns, Y/N, God!’ Lucas shouted, he was standing on top of a sofa cushion. ‘Whoever’s team drinks all the soda’s on their side first gets a chance at claiming the stack of comic books.’

‘Right!’ You hiccuped and took a sip of your spiked root beer, your eyes lazily glanced over at Steve. 

Steve was stood poised with one foot on the sofa armrest and the other on the reclining chair, he grinned as he caught you staring.

‘One, two, three, JFK!’ He shouted.

‘FDR!’ The party responded, each downing the respected soda cans and then picking another up.

Each of you took another step in the weird formation of a circle you had created in the basement of your house. Cushions and pillows lay scattered in between chairs and place mats, providing a safe-haven from the ‘molten’ floor.  

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Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

Clingy

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Rating: Fluffy fluff

Summary: You come home after a long day to an impatient and affectionate Jaebum.


“Baby, I’m home!” You yell out into the dimly lit hallway of your apartment.

Surprisingly, you got home after Jaebum. His practices usually ran late and you’d be home long before he was but you had finals coming up so the library has kept you its unwilling prisoner.

As you put your keys away and take your shoes off you hear feet skid across the wooden floors and someone hugs you from behind. Jaebum wraps his arms around your waist tightly and buries his head into the bend where your shoulder and neck meet. 

“Hi.” He mumbles against your skin, sighing into you. You stay in his embrace for a while, relishing in the feeling of being caught up in him.

You smile at his affection then turn in his arms to face him. Your arms instinctively find themselves around his neck and you kiss his cheek quickly.

“Your home late,” he whined, scrunching his nose and furrowing his eyebrows, as you pull away from his cheek. You laugh, surprised at the sudden cuteness that you never really see from your boyfriend.

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Lover Girl

Summary // in which (Y/N) loves Peter Parker 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“Ned, do you think Peter will like this blouse and skirt together or should I pair this shirt with this ripped jeans?”

(Y/N) had liked Peter Parker for years, but the only downside to it was that she has always been Peter and Ned’s best friend. They’ve been the dynamic trio since the 3rd grade, but he has only seen her as a sister.

“(Y/N) you don’t have to try so hard for Peter; he’s been your best friend since elementary school. He’s seen it all, just continue to be yourself and he’ll come around.”

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