you guys seriously have no idea how much i adore this game

anonymous asked:

This sounded cute to me, but idk. Mc moving in with rfa+V+saeran? Like getting a house or apartment together. (or in jumin's case a giant ass penthouse, smh rich people)

A/N: I just wow i loVE THIS okay thank you ~Admin 404

Smh rich people indeed (i had way too much fun with V and i had to stop myself from going on and on) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:
-I think the two of you would end up with a small apartment to start out! Move up to a house a while after he starts his career
-Your living room is only part living room. Everyone has to fight each other to sit on the couch when they visit
-It’s only part living room because y’all spoil Lisa to no eND so there’s a huge cat tree and a ton of cat play houses jumin approves and actually gets a few of the playhouses for y’all
-Sure you could have made that extra room a cat room but???? No???
-Game room????
-IT’S LITERALLY THE BEST ROOM IN Y’ALLS APARTMENT it’s decked out in all of your nerdy-gaming related things (figures, posters, games themselves) and seriously it’s just pride and joy nerd
-Your bedroom is overrun with plushies, neither of you can really tell whose is whose anymore
-He makes you breakfast every day! The first day, he tried to bring it to you in bed but that was a disaster when he tripped over the plushies and you woke up with an omelette on your face
-Y’alls apartment is covered in cute things- stickers are everywhere, homemade gifts and decorations, and it just looks kinda like pinterest threw up in the apartment
-Your kitchenware is SO CUTE like your ladle is nessie, your measuring cups are whale shapes, and he has these cartoon cups that he tried hiding from you but they’re just so cute you can’t help yourself

*JUMIN:
-Y’all didn’t have to get a new place, he just moved you into his penthouse i mean didn’t he already in his route, LMAO
-But anything you want, he will get it for you
-He has a lot more cat shaped things than you originally thought though
-Like cat shaped bowls, has a few coffee mugs with cats on them, things like that
-NOW THAT Y’ALL LIVE TOGETHER YOU GET TO SEE THOSE SWEAT PANTS HE’S TALKED ABOUT, HALLELUJAH
-He gives you complete control of decorating but it’s like??? Jumin I wanted to do this together???
-So he helps pick out throw pillows, new art pieces, anything you ask him to do
-The one thing he requires is a tON OF PICTURES OF THE TWO OF YOU
-FRAMED, HANGING, EVERYWHERE
-Seriously there’s a painting of the two of you plus Elizabeth hanging up in the house but at least it’s adorable <3

*SAEYOUNG:
-Also just moves you into his house
- i mean why not, it’s big enough
-IT’S LIKE LIVING WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A FUCKING DORK
-Y’all don’t even sleep in your bed for like the first week, you two are having pillow forts in the living room
-You can have a room to yourself, for whatever you’re passionate about. Gaming? He has a room for that, he’ll share. Art? Room for you. A room dedicated to your favourite figurines from your favourite games or shows? He’ll have to get you a separate room he isn’t sharing his
-He’s got plates that are planets and they’re AMAZING y’all i almost bought some the other day omg
-But he’s such a brat, like he plays pranks on you to wake you up
-You’ve woken up to whipped cream in the face more times than you can count but you’ve also woken him up with cold water soooo
-No item in the house is safe from you two “playing” if you catch my drift wink wonk
-Saeran hates both of you so much

*SAERAN:
-Definitely not used to having you actually live with him
-You walked in the bathroom while he was in the shower and you never knew that he could scream so high pitched
-Black out curtains throughout the house because???? The sunlight sucks
-He’s actually lowkey really cute and likes to put pictures of the two of you in frames and just put them on bookshelves or hang them up
-But then he like denies that he puts them up??? “Idk how it got there, it looks terrible” uh yeah okay
-YOUR KITCHEN IS THE MOST DECKED OUT ROOM because the two of you actually really like to cook and it’s a bonding thing <3
-Otherwise, your bedroom is decked out with the comfiest bed, blankets, and coolest TV because MOVIE MARATHONS
-Every time you buy some cute little ceramic animals you can’t find it ten minutes later. He hides them in various places because he hates them
-Actually really loves the idea of painting the ceiling like the sky with some clouds but only in the bedroom, the rest of the house cannot deal with that
-The two of you pick out everything together! Everything has nice neutral tones,everything goes together perfectly (just like the two of you aw cuties)

*ZEN
- with zen, it wasn’t a slow move in where u just kinda left things at his house and things slowly collected over time
- nah that’s not Zen’s style
- of course he would make a big deal about you moving in
- “mC YOU CAN’T STAY OVER WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK OF US”
- “Zen we’ve already done the diddly do, what r u ashamed of”
- honestly ur lucky he didn’t make y’all wait til after you guys got married
- but it’s worth the wait!!!
- Zen completely redid his place just for you <3
- he denies the fact that jumin helped him but u know jumin did
- it’s so cute!!!
- piCTURES OF U EVERYWHERE
- the kitchen has a whole lot of sweet things bc he knows u love sweets
-there’s a sex swing in his bedroom
- Seeing Zen in sweats??? H O T
- Zen sees in ur pajamas? He suddenly has to go shower???
- Poor you gets roped into Zen’s workouts
- he claims it’s ur fault since ur sweets are fattening him up
-  living with him is super peaceful tho???
- he has self care days??? Who does that???
- face masks, bubble baths with candles, treats himself to mani pedis
- and he takes such good care of you!
- because of him, you eat more healthy! The sweets are treats okay
- and because of you, zen becomes a little more lowkey because you can’t always handle his dramatic ass everyone in the group chat kisses ur feet for that
- You two brought out the best in each other <3
 
*JAEHEE
- honestly her apartment is the tiniest thing in the world
- like you know the episode of Futurama where Fry moves in with Bender?
- yeah, that small
- you guys end up finding a super cute apartment!!!
- it is on the smaller side but it’s super cozy
- flowers everywhere!!! You want the place bright for when Jaehee comes home from work <3
- y’all have too many pillows on your bed and sofas but it’S WORTH IT
- there’s a little reading nook you guys managed to create!
- also, all the RFA hoes come over all the time
- no matter what u guys do, u can’t stop it
- one time you couldn’t get rid of Saeyoung for weeks because Jaehee figured out DIY Honey Buddha chips
- as much as you two protest, one day futons magically appeared on the floor for them
- Jaehee is the sweetest roommate!!!
- she always leaves u little notes everywhere to let u know she loves you
- she folds down the page corners of store catalogues if she thinks you’d like them
- and she always somehow has a cup of coffee ready for you whenever u need it???
- she’s a magician
- and you always makes sure she eats and rests enough <3
 
*V
- You guys get a house together!
- You needed a room for work and he needed a room for his art, so an apartment was definitely out of the question
- you love decorating the house with him???
- hE MAKES EVERYTHING SO CUTE
- He hung up Christmas lights in your room! Who does that! V’s hipster ass, that’s who
- Polaroids and other pictures eVERYWHERE
- and of course this guys gets a record player
- he puts it in the kitchen and he dances with you in the kitchen when you two cook together
- actually he just dances with you when he can, music or not
- you guys end up having a mini library because V is super into learning about other cultures??? He has books on everything u can name
- he ends up taking u out like every week for aesthetic pics, you cant get out of it no matter what
- sometimes he makes you get up to watch the sunrise with him
- it’s okay tho, u get back at him with a nERF WAR
- and sometimes you use a marshmallow shooter against him randomly
- “hey mc have u seen m-“
- “have U SEEN BOFA DEEZ NUTS”
- he just stands there getting hit by marshmallow as he stares off into the distance
- think of the scene from parks and rec when Andy shoots Ben with marshmallows
- honestly u two are so cute and silly together, and all is right in the world

sacchariwrites  asked:

Are you going to tell us now how you changed the story after you saw episode 10? You said you had to go back and re-outline the whole thing. I am interested in knowing how it differs.

i’m sorry if someone has already asked you this but can you share with us the original plan you had for umfb before episode 10? or can you not tell us until after the companion fic?


How Episode 10 Changed Everything (and other fun stories):

So as I’ve said a couple of times before, episode 10 was an absolute game changer for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and now that the fic is finally done I’ll try and explain how although this may get a bit long and I wont go into too much detail about Viktor for companion fic reasons.

So the main three things that episode 10 changed in the fic was Viktor’s entire character, Yuuri as an unreliable narrator and the program music.

The most significant by far was Viktor’s character. Because pre episode 10 we really still didn’t know that much about Viktor and we had no idea about the banquet. So before episode 10 I assumed that Yuuri fell in love first and Viktor came to coach Yuuri out of curiosity because he likes surprises and doing something different and eventually and unexpectedly found himself falling in love. In a draft for another fic I was tossing ideas around for it actually centred on Viktor only realising he was in love with Yuuri just before the kiss in episode 7. Viktor was always very mysterious and I’m sure people who were in the fandom pre ep10 will remember all the theories that he was just using Yuuri and all that and while I didn’t believe that, I did assume that Viktor’s character trope was the ‘workaholic slowly learns how to love by being loved’ one.

But then episode 10 comes and completely knocks that out of the water because we find that Viktor is actually this adorable sappy romantic who calls Yuuri sleeping beauty and adores him and fell in love with him when he was wasted and dancing and brought life and love back into Viktor’s world. And that completely changed Viktor in the fic because after an episode from his pov I had a much better handle on his character and realised he absolutely wouldn’t act like he had been planned to act in the fic.

In the original plan he wasn’t ever a bad person or anything but he was actually a rival for Yuuri and he didn’t fall in love until much much later. But with episode 10 we also found out that Chris and Viktor are best buddies and Viktor likes skating with Chris and can’t imagine a season without him which means that in the fic there’s no way that Viktor would feel threatened by Yuuri as a rival because in canon he’s besties with his competitor and he’s way too much of a sweetheart for that. So in the fic it changed from Viktor reciprocating the rivalry to Viktor actually enjoying the challenge and excitement it brought into his life.

As for him falling in love, in chapter 10 the singing thing was always planned but that was originally the first sign that Viktor was starting to feel affection for Yuuri and was just the very beginning of him falling in love. It chapter 10! But after ep10 I realised that Viktor ‘love at first drunken dance’ Nikiforov would definitely not be having a solid two years of a ‘relationship’ and just be starting to fall because that would be seriously ooc and we finally saw just how much he adores Yuuri through his own eyes. And so in the fic I reworked the whole thing to fit with Viktor as a character as I now understood him and that included him falling first, falling hard and falling early.

Episode 10 also showed us just how much of an unreliable narrator Yuuri is, with the banquet and also how different everything seemed from Viktor’s eyes. And so that meant that I started to play with the idea of Yuuri being a seriously unreliable narrator and trying to tell a story where his version is very different to the version the audience see, which is obvious now pretty crucial to umfb&mha.

I also went back and reworked all the program music for the fic once episode 10 came out. Before it was all important and did have significance but after I knew that Viktor was going to fall early I decided to play around with the idea of showing the audience how he was feeling through his music. So I went back and completely changed the program music to tell a proper story (funny story, originally Yuuri was going to be the one skating to Sun and Moon. And then episode 10 happened and I looked at the new outline of the fic like ‘this is such a Viktor song oh my god).

Another thing that episode 10 changed was originally Chris wasn’t involved in the fic at all until we found out about his and Viktor’s friendship and that he’s actually such a bro not just a weird guy who gropes Yuuri and comes on the ice. As well as that, in episode 10 we also found out that Yuuri was actually the unknowing playboy in the Eros story not Viktor, coming into Viktor’s life, stealing his heart and then leaving without a word, which lead me adapting the fic to umfb!Yuuri becoming a perceived playboy by others through certain things that will be explored fully in the companion fic as a reference to that. There were also some smaller changes like the inclusion of the drunken Olympics and Yuuri knowing how to pole dance as a shout out to the episode.

Episode 12 also changed a lot. One of the things was Yurio and his role in the fic and how he feels about Yuuri which will be explored more in the companion fic. Also the original end of the fic was that Yuuri was going to try and fail to do the quad flip which ruins an otherwise perfect skate and potentially loses him the gold but he was willing to sacrifice it to tell Viktor. But in episode 12 we see that Yuuri can do a quad flip with his love for Viktor as motivation so it changed to Yuuri still potentially ruining his skate because he isn’t sure if he can land the jump but doing it anyway and actually succeeding because every time he tried and failed before it was because he was doing it out of bitterness trying to beat Viktor and this time he was doing it out of love.

The fic also changed a lot over the course of writing it just because characters take on a life of their own and my first draft was very rough and done before I’d written anything so I’ll try and do a chapter by chapter run down of the big changes from the rough plan I wrote before starting the fic to the end result.

Chapter 4:

·       Phichit originally wasn’t a big part of the fic but that very quickly changed because it’s Phichit and he’s so damn important to Yuuri and such an amazing character so I added him in early and made his part much bigger

·       There was originally going to be a discussion between Viktor and Yuuri that went badly and they both ended up annoyed and offended which sparked Viktor’s side of the rivalry but there was no way to do that without making them both dicks and ooc and after episode 10 it changed to Viktor trying to be helpful but unreliable narrator Yuuri taking it wrong and cutting the conversation short

Chapter 6:

·       Yuuri was originally going to be watching interviews and stuff of Viktor and thinking how arrogant and self-assured he was but this changed with Viktor’s character change because that’s just not him

·       Viktor was going to make a comment about Yuuri’s quads but this one was actually going to be an insult and again changed when Viktor’s character changed

·       The idea for the dream sequence only came later

Chapter 7:

·       Pole dancing only became a thing after episode 10

·       Viktor was going to only miss the GPS and come back for Worlds but lose because he wasn’t fully recovered but I decided I didn’t want the first time Yuuri won against Viktor to be so unsatisfying

·       The watching Yuuri skate at the rink didn’t originally happen at this point in the fic until after I saw ep 10

Chapter 8:

·       Yuuri never lost motivation originally but I decided at that point it was important in his character to almost give up but then come back with a vengeance

·       The drunken Olympics never originally happened

·       They were both originally going to be drunk when they first slept together but that got thrown out almost immediately because consent is very important and there was no way I was going to write a scene where both of them were drunk and therefore couldn’t give proper consent.  Also it was important it wasn’t a drunken mistake but a deliberate choice.

·       Viktor getting drinks never happened, instead he was going to be treating Yuuri in a similar way to how Yuuri was treating him

Chapter 9:

·       Yuuri was originally still going to be very hostile before I realised it was ooc and a dick move after Viktor was being nice to him so it changed to him congratulating Viktor after Viktor won. That then changed the sex scene from the mutual hatefuck it was going to be pre ep10 to Yuuri and the comments thing that sent him spiralling. The not-talking thing was also added as a plot device because Viktor as he became acted very differently to him as he was originally planned to be and it would have been too easy if he had been allowed to talk.

·       Viktor was originally going to take Yuuri out to dinner at the WC purely out of guilt

·       There was originally going to be another sex scene after the WC and dinner where Yuuri was angry at Viktor for ruining his skate but it would be ooc for both of them and got changed early on

Chapter 10:

·       Number swap was supposed to be just for hooking up but changed after ep10

·       Yuuri’s theme was originally going to be something related to hatred but it changed as his character developed and I realised how he was being affected by the events of the fic was different to the plan and that would be doing him a disservice as a character

·       Viktor was still kind of being a bit of a dick and making snide comments during sex when Yuuri won which was changed when I rewrote Viktor as a character after ep10

·       Conversation with Phichit was very short and didn’t involve a lot of the stuff it did in the final chapter

·       Viktor was again going to be acting very different in the second sex scene with none of the need or desperation that happened which all came about during his character change

·       Conversation with Chris never happened until the third of four re-writes of ep10 when I realised Viktor’s actions needed some more context for people who were ignoring the music

Chapter 11:

·       Lots of sex was supposed to happen in this chapter before I changed it for plot reasons and also companion fic reasons

·       Sex scene was supposed to be all about Yuuri acting like Eros Yuuri but those two idiots in love were very sappy and sentimental instead and it became a crucial relationship shift point instead

·       All domesticness from that chapter was planned out later in the fic as the fic was being written not in the first plan, including the borscht scene

Chapter 12:

·       Meal with the other skaters never happened

·       The revel about Yuuri’s virginity never happened in the first plan. Then in the rough draft of the chapter it happened at the same time as the second reveal but I split them because it worked better that way

·       This was when Viktor was supposed to secretly watch Yuuri skating his routine

·       Yurio wasn’t originally involved at all and Yuuri left after getting jealous. The love revelation never happened

Chapter 13:

·       Yurio appeared in this chapter instead although the conversation was very different in the rough plan because everything he talks about in the final version came about after episode 10 changed everything

·       Yuuri was originally going to be much more angry at the scandal and used his anger to win while Viktor still fucked up his skate but this changed early when I realised it was ooc and Yuuri would actually react very differently and that emotional devastation and heartbreak would ruin his skate instead

Chapter 14:

·       None of the conversations with Yuuri’s family were planned in detail in the first rough plan, I just knew he needed to go back to Hasetsu and have some revelations

·       Yuuri was supposed to convince himself that Viktor never loved him and never could and only realised Viktor’s feelings after seeing stammi vicino. This changed because it was very important for Yuuri to go and get some distance and time and then decided to come back and decided to try again with Viktor before he saw stammi vicino. It also changed because with Viktor as he became after ep10 and how he reacted there was no way that Yuuri would convince himself that Viktor never cared for him. He’s a bit emotionally dense sometimes but not an idiot

·       Yuuri was going to fall on the quad flip

So yeah, all this is from the very rough draft before I wrote any of it and the story adapted and changed along the way as I got more into the characters and got a better handle on how they would act until it became what you see today. It definitely became a much better story and I’m very happy with all the changes that I made! Having a plan is great for a framework but letting the characters grow and change naturally during the writing process is much more fun and I think makes for a better story

as I’ve been gently descending into real hockey hell lately, I came across the anecdote that a certain famous rl candian hockey forward used to go to local pick up games, but he was so good that they made him play goalie so that the opposing team would have a chance.

when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…

Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.

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#8 -“I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” - Peter Parker One Shot

Summary: You’re walking through the city at night when you end up in some trouble and get stabbed, blacking out in Spider-Man’s arms, but you could have sworn it was Peter under the mask.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Stabbing, blood loss, blacking out.

A/N: I was going to wait to write this until Homecoming came out to celebrate its release, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

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One thing you have learned about yourself is how much you love living in a city. When your parents told you you’d be moving to New York City, the idea daunted you for some time. You had remembered going into the city when you were a child and hating the hustle and bustle of the place. There was always so many people on the sidewalk who didn’t seem to care if they pushed you or temporarily separated you from your mother, and there was always so much noise that you could barely hear yourself think. But, once you moved here, you realised it wasn’t so bad.

You guess, in part, that has something to do with the friend’s you’ve made since moving here. When you started at your new school, you hated the idea of being the “new girl.” You’d never actually been the “new girl” before, but you’d seen so many movies and television shows to know it didn’t sound like such a good label. However, much to your surprise, a group of kids took to you quite easily. Michelle was the first one to approach you. Apparently, the two boys she’s friends with were too nervous to do so themselves, so she had agreed to make the first move. When you first got talking, you found her a little strange, but in a harmless type of way. She had a really dry sense of humour which reminded you of your grandfather’s – and whilst you didn’t know if that was a good thing, it made you feel more at home. Breaking the ice wasn’t so difficult because you soon realised you had a lot in common, and eventually she introduced you to the two boys she had mentioned earlier – Peter and Ned.

You could tell they were a little bit nervous, which you found a little awkward, as you had no idea why they were the nervous ones. It made you worry that they didn’t like you, and that you’d end up being isolated from that friendship group. It turned out to be quite the opposite…especially with you and Peter. Michelle had pretty much explained in her sense of humour that the boys were inexperienced in being around “pretty girls like you.” You thought she was being ridiculous, because you thought she was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in a long time. Natural, and not overly made-up like a lot of the other girls you knew. Not that you thought that was a bad thing – you’re down for girls wearing a lot of make-up if it makes them feel good about themselves – but Michelle’s attitude to that sort of stuff inspired you in so many ways.

Anyway, you went along with Michelle, and teased the boys a little for it. It was all fun and games until Peter snapped at you. You had worried you had taken things too far, and ended up having a breakdown in the girl’s toilets about it. Michelle had to coax you out of the cubicle by threatening to tell Peter that you had a huge-ass crush on him. You didn’t speak to the boys for the rest of the day, but you felt terrible after school, so you went over to Peter’s apartment later on. His Aunt was the only one home, but when you explained why you had turned up on her doorstep, she invited you in to wait for Peter returning from wherever he had gotten to.

He stumbled in from his bedroom, rather than the front door, which took both you and his Aunt by surprise. No-one was as surprised as Peter was to see you at his apartment though. He took you into his room to talk after insisting he “tidies up” – despite his Aunt claiming she’d tidied the room whilst he was out - but left the door slightly open, “house rule” he had claimed. You had taken a deep breath and apologised for upsetting him earlier in the day, but he surprised you yet again by assuring you that you hadn’t upset him and he was only playing with you the same way you were him – he had no idea you had cried in a toilet cubicle to yourself afterwards and he felt really bad. The two of you burst out laughing when you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was – but then you accidentally let slip you were so distraught over the thought of upsetting him because you thought you could end up quite liking him.

Your admission wasn’t far wrong – skip to a year later, and we’ve been dating for ten months. You’re the “school sweethearts” that everyone seemingly adores. No-one fusses over you the way his Aunt May does. You are literally invited to their place for dinner so many times that you have to keep subtly reminding her that you do have a family of your own that enjoys spending time with you. Peter gets really embarrassed by her eagerness, but you think it’s sweet that you get on so well with her. You know how important she is to Peter and how much Peter values her, so the last thing you would want was for her to hate you.

All in all, the relationship is pretty much perfect. Except…for one thing…and you think it’s fairly minor, but when you’ve brought it up to your mom (who you tell pretty much everything), she told you to be cautious. That one thing is that he’s always sneaking off places he can’t tell you afterwards. “So, where were you this morning? I was caught up in a bank robbery and I could have done with a shoulder to cry on when it was over.” “Oh…uh…I…um…I was…I was…would you like some of my Aunt May’s date and walnut cake? It’s really delicious, I’ll go and get you some!”

It bothered you a little bit, but that didn’t subtract from how smitten you were with him.

“I’m on my way home now.” You tell Peter from your end of the line, as you walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn towards the subway station. You had gone to the library to work on a project you’re doing with a couple of girls from school, and now you’re on your way home.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” He questions.

You furrow your eyebrows to yourself, “Peter, I’m in Brooklyn! You’re in Queens! What would be the point in you coming all that way to walk me to the subway station that is literally five minutes away from where I am now?”

“I don’t mind. I can be by your side in no time. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there soon.” He practically demands.

You roll your eyes, “You are so over-protective!”

He pauses, “…is that bad?”

You laugh at how cute you think he is, “No…no, it’s not, it’s just…”

Your voice trails off when the sound of voices takes your attention from down a side street you’re approaching. “(Y/N)…(Y/N)…are you there?” you vaguely hear Peter say through the phone. You take a look down the small ally-way to your right to find two figures – one of a man pressing a woman up against the wall by a knife to her throat.

You let out as quiet of a gasp as possible, before hiding just around the corner so the attacker won’t be able to realise you’re there. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Peter asks, seriousness in his voice.

“There’s…there’s a guy holding a woman at knife point down an ally-way. I don’t know what to do.” You explain as best you can.

“I do!” Peter explains, and you could have sworn you could hear something clatter in the background, “Get the hell away from there!”

“Peter, I can’t just let this poor woman have her throat slit without doing anything!” You whisper-shout to him.

“You won’t be!” He argues, “Spider-Man is probably on his way to the scene right now, which means you can leave. NOW GO!”

You’re surprised by the sudden raise in his voice, and it only makes you angrier. “No, I have to call the police or something.”

“I’ll do it, you just get home!” He continues to argue, as more noise of something clattering in the background becomes more and more noticeable.

“Peter, are you okay?” You ask him, “It sounds like you’ve fallen over or something.”

“Don’t worry about me, just please leave, okay? I couldn’t cope if something bad happened to you, so please just get to the subway and get home. Don’t make me call your Dad.”

You roll your eyes, “Peter, nothing bad is going to happen to m-“

Your cell is suddenly removed from your grip, and is thrown on the floor; shattering into a couple of pieces. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn to face a scary man staring down at you – knife in one hand, woman in the other.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He snarls, “Because I don’t take too kindly to eavesdroppers.”

You gulp, “I…I…I wasn’t…I was just on the phone with my boyfriend…I didn’t even know you were there…I swear.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” The guy laughs, “Sounds like he’s a bit worried for his…little lady.”

You look down at the knife he’s holding with a tight and secure grip. If you could run, you would…but you’re too petrified to move. It’s like you’re staring death straight in the eyes and not even trying to fight it off. You’ve just given up trying.

“Yo knife guy!” A voice calls from behind you.

Too scared to look back, you watch the guy’s reaction. To your surprise, he looks somewhat scared. As though Spider-Man – who you have concluded must only be young himself – is the worst possible outcome for him.

“D’you wanna take it down a notch?” The voice continues in the same exact tone of sarcasm you’re sure you’ve heard somewhere before.

The guy’s mouth falls into a smirk, “Not really, spider-dude.”

What happens next happens so fast. The harsh sensation of a sharp object hits your hip, and you let out a gargle as you begin to feel blood pouring out of your hip, and you begin to black out as you fall to the ground…

…you don’t really see much of what happens after that, your sight has become a bit of a blur, but you’re aware that the guy ran off and let the other girl go. A red and blue figure appears above you.

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you.

“Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

                                                    ***

The sound of someone flicking through a newspaper beside you becomes more and more irritating the more conscious you become. You carefully move your head to your right to find your Dad sitting beside you, face out-of-sight due to the newspaper covering it.

“Hello, sweetie.” A soft voice speaks from the other side of you, as a hand strokes your forehead.

You turn to face your mom, who is looking back at you with the kind eyes she used to give you whenever you fell over as a kid. You give her a faint smile, but then realise she probably can’t make it out due to the oxygen mask covering your mouth and nose.

“Finally, you wake up. I always knew you were a lazy-bones!” Your Dad jokes, putting down the newspaper to give you his full attention.

You reach up and remove the oxygen mask from your face, “What happened?” You croak to your Dad.

He looks to your mom, before slipping his hand in yours. “You were stabbed, sweetheart…but it’s okay, the guy who did it has been caught and the nurse says you’re going to be fine. I don’t know what we would have done if Spider-Man hadn’t got to you when he did. He saved your life, angel.”

Whenever Spider-Man is mentioned, you have always felt a bit excited…but this feels different. Instead of excitement, you get a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that’s when a certain memory from last night hits you hard…

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you. “Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

A lump forms in your throat when you come to the realisation that Spider-Man isn’t just a random guy in the neighbourhood…

Spider-Man is your boyfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You and your parents turn to find Peter stood there, flowers in hand.

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Your mom smiles, giving your Dad a knowing look, before the two exit the room.

Peter takes the seat your Dad was sitting in and places the flowers on the desk next to your bed. “Hey love, how are you feeling? You had me worried sick!”

“Peter…” You speak, ignoring his question. “Where were you last night?”

He shuffles in his seat, “I…I was at home with my Aunt May.”

You nod for a second, “Because I could have sworn that…just after I was stabbed but before I blacked out…that Spider-Man took off his mask and…and it was you under there!”

You watch as a look of panic on his face tries it’s best to turn into a laugh, “Are you serious? Me? Spider-Man? Come on, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood but surely you can hear how crazy you are?”

When you give him an uncertain look, he relaxes and holds your hand.

“Look, love…” He begins softly, “I would love to be Spider-Man. It must be so crazy for that guy getting to do what he does…but that’s not me in that suit.”

“But…I remember saying your name.” You persist, “It was the last thing I said before I blacked out.”

A subtle blush appears on his cheeks, “Babe, that’s sweet, it really is, but…you lost a lot of blood, and you were blacking out. Anything you think you saw, or anything you think you heard…was probably all just a hallucination that comes with blacking out due to loss of blood.”

You stare him out for a moment longer, before nodding your head in defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right…I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?”

He laughs, “No, love. Absolutely, no way. Sorry, love.”

You bite your lip to hold back the tears that are about to fall. You don’t know what hurts more…the fact he’s been lying to you all this time, or the fact he’s just looked you in your eyes and lied to your face.


PART TWO

Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165
Rating~ NSFW
Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk
Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader
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Request~ Anonymous said:
Can you do a stiles imagine where you do a bet seeing who can last the longest without sex. You try teasing him and eventually he gives in and smut at the end?


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Chicken Pt 1.

Finally! My story for MLM March ^_^ 

Part 1 is Adrino part 2 (coming soon) is Ninoir 

This definite has set up for OT4 potential because I can’t help myself, but the story itself WILL BE just Adrino/Ninoir  with background Alyanette and unrequited Adrienette. Where it goes after that who know ^_^

anyways hope you enjoy part 1


It was all Alya’s fault.

To be fair Adrien probably should have been paying better attention to the conversation around him, but still…

One minute he was happily enjoying his iced chai latte, distractedly scrolling through the Ladyblog and only catching every third word of his friends conversation and the next he was drenched in said Chai Latte stuttering and blushing like… well like Marinette. He still wasn’t sure what that was about.

The two had been arguing about flirting. Nino and Alya that is. Something about chickens… he really should have been paying more attention.

The important thing was he had not been prepared for his best friend to lean over and whisper “you know you are incredibly attractive right?”

Then came the blushing and the spilling of drinks.

Alya had doubled over laughing while Nino had helped attempt to clean up the mess. But even his traitorous best friend hadn’t bothered to hide the extremely satisfied gleam in his eyes.

The afternoon just got worse from there.

It started small. An innocent ruffling of his hair, sitting just a little too close in class. Little compliments messaged between their tablets when the teacher wasn’t looking. At first Adrien was flattered. It was always nice when his friends were affectionate. Given the lack of physical and vocal attention he got at home, Adrien was always desperate for more of the casual affection he saw his friends display so easily. Sadly he was still not secure enough to general initiate or ask for it himself.

Once class ended though it picked up to a whole new degree.

They had made plans before hand to go to the arcade together after school was out given Adrien’s surprisingly free schedule.

The had barely made it more than 10 steps from the school when he felt Nino casually lacing his finger through his own.

Adrien felt the blush returning with force while Nino continued his casual conversation with Alya, who shot them a glare before all but climbing on top of Marinette, who simply laughed and rolled her eyes before reaching back to toy with Alya’s hair.

It wasn’t that he disliked anything Nino was doing. In point of fact he rather enjoyed the increased affection more than he wanted to admit. He just wished he had any clue what was happening.

By the time they reached the arcade hand holding had morphed to Nino’s arm wrapped around his waist. At one point he was pretty sure Nino had sniffed his hair before commenting that ‘all those showers are paying off because you smell really good.’

Adrien was fairly certain that his make up artist was going to kill him because his face seemed to have morphed into a permanent shade of red. Of course there was also the chance that Alya would kill him first. She had been shooting daggers at them while Marinette giggled and occasionally whispered things into her ear.

“Ok,” Adrien asked when Alya and Nino disappeared off to get tokens, “what is going on today?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What is with the two of them?” he gestured in the direction their friends had gone, “I mean you and Alya have been hanging all over each other- which is fine, I mean it’s not like it’s the first time but you are being kind of… extra, today. And Nino is… just what’s going on?”

Marinette’s expression morphed into a look of amused pity, not unlike the look Ladybug tended to shoot him after he had crashed headfirst into the pavement. It wasn’t very reassuring.

“Oh… weren’t you paying attention at lunch?”

“Yes… no… it wasn’t that interesting listening them to bicker about movie troupes so I kind of tuned them out.”

Marinette bite her lower lip in a clear attempt to bit back another giggle and Adrien felt his heart sink.

“So you’ve really have no clue what’s going on?” she asked.

Adrien said nothing, wondering if maybe his father had been right about sticking with home schooling.

“They’re playing chicken.”

“What?”

“You have no idea what I am talking about do you,” Marinette sighed. “It’s a game… sort of. More like a contest. You try to see how far you can flirt with someone until you get scared and have to stop.”
“Oh,” Adrien said softly, not sure what to make of the swell of disappointment he felt at her words. “So all of this was just a game?” He tried to keep his voice light, but he saw Marinette’s eyes widen in understanding.

“Well, yes and no,” she said hurriedly,  “I mean part of the challenge is that it should be someone you actually like. Otherwise it’s too easy you know?”

Adrien gave her a somewhat pained smile, still not sure how he felt about this whole revelation.

“Honestly we thought you knew,” Marinette continued looking honestly concerned, “we just thought you were really bad at it.”

“Hey!” Adrien protested, although he felt his smile widen in genuine amusement at her guilty confession.

“Sorry,” she said, ducking her head in shame.

“Eh, it’s not your fault,” Adrien said “I should have realised something wasn’t right when Nino started flirting with me.”

Marinette stared at him. “Just how oblivious are you?” she blurted then immediately slammed a hand over her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“Seriously, what am I missing now?” Adrien sighed and trying to give Marinette his best puppydog expression.
“Well I already told you- the game isn’t fun unless you are flirting with someone you are actually at least a little bit interested in,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Oh…” Adrien said stupidly. “Wait, so Alya… and you… did you know?”

Marinette gave him a bemused smile. “She isn’t exactly subtle, and this isn’t our first game of chicken.”

“Oh… so are you guys, like an official couple then?”

Marinette flushed. “It’s complicated.”

“Something holding you back?” Adrien asked curiously.

“Well that answers my question about how oblivious you are,” Marinette muttered, no longer meeting his gaze her cheeks still stained a charming shade of pink.

Before Adrien had a chance to ask her to elaborate on what THAT was about Nino and Alya came back with two cups full of coins.

“So what are you two kids talking about,” Alya said leaning over and giving Marinette an eskimo kiss which she happily returned.

“Marinette was explaining the finer points of chicken,” Adrien said.

“Oh, you told him? There goes half my fun,” Nino complained.

“Wait he didn’t know?” Alya said her eyes lighting up, “Well no wonder you were beating me so badly! You were basically playing on easy mode.”

“Hey,” Adrien sputtered indignantly feeling more than a little put out by this whole thing already, “maybe I will beat all of you at this game.”

All three of his friends gave him a wide eyed look before bursting out into laughter.

“Adrien you don’t flirt,” Alya said between chortles.

“Yeah dude,” Nino said slinging an arm over his shoulder, “don’t get me wrong you are adorable and I love you, but you are about as smooth as a cactus.”

Adrien glowered. “I can be smooth.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marinette said soothingly, “besides as much as Alya hates to admit it, no one ever beats Nino at this game.”

“I will some day,” Alya said smirking at the boy in question.

“Is that a challenge?” Adrien asked looking at his gloating best friend.

“Its not a challenge bro. It’s just a fact,” he smiled, leaning in a little too close. Adrien forced himself to hold his ground.

“What if I like a challenge?” 

“Trust me,” Nino continued with a smile, “there is nothing you could do that would phase me when I am involved in a game of chicken.

Adrien smiled as he got a terribly brilliant idea.

“We’ll see.”

playing quidditch with draco would include...

pairing: draco x gryffindor reader

  • him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
  • him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
  • “it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
  • “i know, but-”
  • “draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
  • “alright, but just… be careful.”
  • “i always am.”
  • everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
  • “i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
  • you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
  • him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
  • “well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
  • “draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
  • “anything for you… you deserve it.”
  • him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
  • when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
  • him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
  • … and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
  • him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
  • when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
  • being so proud of you whether you win or lose
  • “you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
  • sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
  • … but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
  • him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
  • “dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
  • “you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
  • “as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
  • “good… i love you.”
  • “i love you too.”
  • you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
  • secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
  • meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
  • him always coming to watch you practice
  • … mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
  • you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
  • “you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
  • “draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
  • “remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
  • “dray! stop it.”
  • you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
  • “there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
  • “babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
  • “… even more luck then.”
  • him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
  • him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
  • you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
  • “everything alright, babe?”
  • “fine, draco… fine.”
  • “what?”
  • “nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
  • “and you’re jealous, are you?”
  • “pssh, please.”
  • … then you making him kiss you in front of them
  • “i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
  • going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
  • … and him insisting on paying every time
  •  him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
  • all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
  • snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
  • him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
  • him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
  • “y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
  • “shut up.”
  • both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
  • more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
  • when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
  • when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
  • being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
  • … and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
  • you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
  • him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
  • if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
  • … and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
  • when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
  • you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
  • his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
  • both of you being known as the best players in your house
  • blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
  • draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
  • you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
  • always walking to practice together
  • him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
  • draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
  • “…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
  • him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
  • you doing the same
  • him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
  • … and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
  • borrowing each others brooms sometimes
  • everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
  • oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
  • when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
  • … and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
  • “draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
  • going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
  • him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
  • critiquing matches together
  • teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
  • “you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
  • “and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
  • him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
  • knowing each others favourite players
  • … but he always says you’re his favourite player
  • “yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
  • “if that were only true…”
  • “it is to me.”
  • you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
  • “congratulations, draco.”
  • “thank you, sweetheart.”
  • the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
  • you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
  • him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
  • jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
  • … and he actually does it
  • … but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
  • quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
  • … and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
  • “i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”

lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future.
also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)

Good Job, Universe

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,392

A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?

With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.

As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.

So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.

As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”

Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.

I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.

@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.

@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc

@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back

You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.


Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.

You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.

Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.

A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:

@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.

If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.

Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.

You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.

As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.

You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”

“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”

He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”

You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”

He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).

“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).

“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”

“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”

You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.

“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”

He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”

“Smooth move.”

“Thanks.”

You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”

He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”

He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”

You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”

The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.

“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”

“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”

“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”

You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Truly.”

You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.

By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”

“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”

“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”

He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.

As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”

You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”

“Shh!”

He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.

“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.

“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”

Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.

“How are you singing and talking at the-”

Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I appreciate the support, really.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.

“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”

“Jordan, give me that speaker!”

“And appreciate how well the universe did-”

“I will tackle you, Fisher.”

“Putting this day together - Oomph!”

He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”

After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”

“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”

“I guess not.”

That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”

You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”

“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Was that a pick up line?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

anonymous asked:

could you do the MC just graduated from high school one you were already working on?

@misschalant I love your icon.

NOTE!: she is of age and she can marry

I’m seriously surprised that this was requested TWICE, but I’m happy for it, because I like this one a lot.


Yoosung

  • Woot! He’s not the youngest in the RFA anymore!
  • On the other hand, how is she more mature than him? It’s not fair~!
  • On the other other hand, she is more than willing to play video games with him
  • And! She’s planning on going to Skyy University for college! So they could live together, go to school together, and come home together! ^///^
  • Plus, he feels like he gets to be the provider in the relationship
  • Her parents love him. Just adore him.
  • He’s practically perfect (young, smart, sweet, devoted, they don’t know about his gaming habits, is working towards a career, etc)
  • When he asks them for permission to marry MC, there is no hesitation when they say yes

Jaehee

  • So young and so confident!
  • Jaehee is genuinely impressed by MC and the kind of person she is at her age
  • She encourages MC to go to college, helps MC with homework, gives her free food (and leftovers) from the cafe so that MC doesn’t have to worry about her finances too much
  • She’s probably the least comfortable with having a younger partner
  • It’s not that she doesn’t like MC, that’s definitely not the case, she just feels odd about it
  • MC gets a business degree and, because she’s already the co-owner of a business, she’s able to graduate with flying colors
  • It’s not until MC is 20-21 that Jaehee feels comfortable furthering their relationship

Zen

  • MC is living alone at her age, and he knows full well what that feels like
  • He’s super supportive of her and definitely wants her to attend college
  • She works a couple of jobs to pay for the tuition not covered by her partial scholarship
  • MC decides to major in management so that she can be Zen’s manager, much to his glee
  • 90% of he reason Zen’s holding back “the Beast” is because he doesn’t want to push her before she’s ready
  • It’s funny because she’s about the same age as Kyungju
  • When MC and Kyungju meet for the first time at the first RFA party, EchoGirl is like a full blown Mean Girl, casually insulting MC
  • “Wow! That dress is so… unique! I never would have had the guts to wear a baggy dress to this party! It totally flatters your figure!”
  • “Thanks!” MC responds, not taking the bait by getting angry. “I really like my figure! I’m so glad I don’t have to resort to proclaiming my bust size to get a guy! :)” 
  • Zen was so turned on by her confidence and bravery in that moment
  • He will never admit that he was almost as turned on when Echogirl decided to grab MC’s hair and start a cat fight (which MC quickly ended by punching Echogirl in the neck and calling for the Tai Kwon Do security guards)
  • When they move in together while she’s studying, Zen makes sure to take her to and from school via his motorcycle (he eventually gets a car because it SO much safer and he’s so worried about her getting hurt)
  • Her classmates are super jealous that she has a hot, older boyfriend, who rides a motorcycle, and later when he starts getting even more popular, that she’s dating a famous star

Jumin

  • Okay, he was… surprised
  • But age doesn’t really matter when it comes to love. It’s just a number
  • Besides, he doesn’t give a shit what the media thinks
  • MC is level headed, free thinking, and is very capable of thinking for herself anyways, so nobody can truly say that he’s a creepy older man controlling his much younger partner
  • Even then, she’s a caretaker personality, and he has to encourage to act more her age. Be selfish. Think about her own wants and needs more often
  • Her parents are super split on the issue of them getting married, but Jumin (only barely) agrees to wait until MC is done with college to marry her
  • Jumin is really good to her and takes really good care of her, so her parents warm up to him eventually

Seven

  • Well, her age was just another reason for him to push her away
  • MC was too young to be saddled with the likes of him and his emotional baggage
  • She had a bright and shiny future ahead of her
  • Once they get close, however, its memes and jokes everywhere
  • He knows he can send just about anything to MC and it will make her laugh
  • His favorite is waiting until 2am to send her something ridiculous and send her into fits and giggles

V

  • When he found out Rika had picked a literal teenager, fresh out of high school, to stay in an apartment with a BOMB in it, V was beyond angry
  • How could Rika take such a young, innocent life and put them in danger with so little regard for their safety and well being?!
  • He’s like a mother hen
  • He fusses over her safety and her health and always triple checks to make sure she’s taking care of herself properly
  • V’s so reluctant to get involved with her, too, worried about how the media might portray her, how they might get the wrong idea and bash him and how she might blame herself
  • But MC is patient with him, never pushing, always just there for him

Saeran

  • Who cares how old she? She’s mature for her age, so she can survive this.
  • He watches her through the chats, and when the bomb threat is revealed, she stays calm in chat, but when he checks the CCTV, she’s crying, she refuses to leave the bed, too scared
  • Out of guilt and pity, he calls her, they talk, and he starts calling her every day
  • He calms her down, only talks about himself vaguely, but damnit if he doesn’t fall for her
  • When he’s ordered to take her to Mint Eye, she fights him until his voice masking system fails, then she feels betrayed
  • When she hears his story, she forgives him a little, but it’s not easy
  • After the major events of the story, she helps him return to the world, even if it’s difficult for both of them because they both have some serious PTSD
Just Ask - Part 8

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: TWO PARTS LEFT! Aaaah, will Steeb get his head out of his ass? LET’S FIND OUT. 

Part 7

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Episode 89! Big drama, quick action, shit not sorted out!

Such quick action, actually, I’m going to do something I haven’t done in a long time, and recap a whole episode at once. BUCKLE UP!

Malik is being a total unreasonable emotionally-abusive foolish SHITHEAD right now. I am so disappointed in him. He stops Rishid from WINNING to tell him he has to take the massive risk of playing the Fake Ra card because Malik just sort of wants him to and, to make him do it, he dangles the one thing Rishid will carve his own face off for…

This is a LOW BLOW you lying little shit, go sit in the corner and sort your shit out.

Shortly thereafter:

“I am so aroused right now.”

This ridiculous Monster swap, trading Mr Scorpion for I Can’t Believe It’s Not Actually The Avatar Of A God, turns out to be even more pointless than you might expect:

ICBINTAOAG has the same ATK as Mr Scorpion did! It inherits the ATK of the Monsters sacrified to summon it (Mr Scorpion counted as three Monsters bc it had eaten three Monsters. Yes, I think that’s bullshit too, but on the scale of the bullshittitude perpetrated this episode, it barely registers.)

Malik is delighted.

I think it proves you’re a manipulative little dillweed, but hey, it’s nice to know Malik’s ravings support my theory that Rishid was some kind of nephew or something.

Meanwhile, in her room, Isis divines what is about to happen and mentally warns Rishid that he’s about to mistake. “Mentally” here meaning “in her own head”, not “telepathically”, sadly.

Well maybe show the hell up next time instead of sitting in your room by yourself watching through your haunted jewellery. Then you could have warned him for real and maybe he would have listened! Like seriously, Isis, sort your shit out.

But she isn’t there and Rishid calls his attack and Malik’s Duel Disk FREAKS THE FUCK OUT

Yes, incredibly, just like EVERY OTHER TIME THEY USED A FAKE RA CARD, they have angered the actual real God known as Ra who makes their displeasure known through the age-old tried-and-true Zeus-favoured method of Precision Lightning Headshots.

Boom.

… Awkward.

Seems a bit harsh to ALSO lightning Jounouchi, but in Ra’s defense, Jounouchi didn’t get hit until he approached Rishid.

Everyone freezes in shock, except Honda, who runs forward to climb onto the dueling platform (but does immediately stop when Isono asks him to, even though, for all he knows, his friend is dead or dying…)

(Yami’s ADORABLE shocked face distracted me for a while, but try to tear your eyes away to appreciate Otogi’s horror-blah too!)

Tournament Organiser, Tournament Sponsor Company CEO, and yet somehow also Competitor, Seto Kaiba, tells everyone not to worry!

… this STRONGLY implies that there IS a fatal level though. It is a CARD GAME DEVICE, Seto. Sort your SHIT out.

Isono wants to end the duel and disqualify both competitors for “being unconscious during the duel”, which does seem a little harsh but on the other hand has the massive benefit of freeing the unconscious duelists up for some highly necessary medical attention, but Kaiba Walking-Health-And-Safety-Disaster Seto has a better idea!

Literally, let’s stand here for five more minutes and see if either of them get better or die. These two people just got HIT BY FUCKIN LIGHTNING, this is NOT a suitable tie-breaker. It’s a goddamn CARD GAME, the secondary win-lose criteria should NEVER BE “well let’s see if the electrocution sends either of them into cardiac arrest”. SORT YOUR SHIT OUT, SETO.

… HOW does he EVER get insurance to cover ANYTHING??

The Nerd Herd start yelling at Jounouchi to wake up.

Except Yami who stares in consternation elsewhere? Apparently at Rishid? Maybe he’s in denial about Jounouchi potentially being seriously hurt?

Isis has another worry than merely losing a brother to godly-lightning-attack…

And Rishid is the one who keeps the other!Malik at bay, so if he’s killed in a tragic card-game accident…

This is where things kind of fall apart for me, suspense-wise. Like I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be rooting for Jounouchi, and I certainly don’t want him to die or anything, but Rishid’s reasons for needing to get up and carry on are SO much better??? This isn’t Duelist Kingdom, where Jounouchi needed the prize money to save his sister’s eyesight. He’s literally in this tournament because he likes this dumb card game and it seemed like fun. He wants to do well and duel Yugi/Yami, but #spoileralert he ends up doing that after the tournament is over and that’s fine, so it’s totally not necessary for him to win here. He wants to get back up and continue the duel … so that he can duel his friend at some point. 

Rishid wants to get back up and continue the duel because he knows he’s the only one standing between Malik and the violent alternate-personality waiting to break free and use Malik’s body, and he’s haunted by memories of Malik’s descent into darkness after being tortured by his own father as a child, which Rishid couldn’t save him from.

Jounouchi’s electrocution-vision?

He literally dreams he dozed off in class, then falls over his desk and has a little chat with his friends.

He does have a sweet moment where he acknowledges that he no longer wants to be that rash, aggressive guy who gets into fist fights all the time, because…

He feels, in the dream, heavy and tired and asks for his friends to help him up…

<3! 

So friendship wins out over family and duty and Jounouchi stands up while Rishid falls. This fits with the “friendship heck yeah” theme of the series, but … idk. They explicitly framed this as “who is more determined to win this duel” and it reeeeeeally seems like it would be Mr If I Don’t Win My Precious Younger Brother Will Lose His Mind Maybe Forever and not Mr It’d Be Real Nice To Duel Yugi I Guess.

Anyway, it happens and Jounouchi’s up, but kinda dazed and not sure where he is.

HE GOT HIT BY FUCKING LIGHTNING LIKE FOUR MINUTES AGO, LADY, WHAT THE FRESH HELL, MAYBE SORT YOUR SHIT OUT

And Kaiba’s characteriscally-but-forgetfully derisive

oh my sweet precious fleeting grip on sanity it was yoUR GODDAMN IDIOT IDEA. YOU. YOUUUUUUUU. SHIT. SORT. NOW. PLEASE.

Speaking of fleeting grips on sanity, Jounouchi and Yami go to help Rishid but he’s like “lol don’t mind me, it’s Malik you gotta watch out for cause he’s about to flip the fuck out Disassociative Identity Disorder style”

And they’re like, legit, “Gasp! Namu is Malik?? The only other person on the blimp???” #sortyourshitout

And Malik FINALLY - cause you know he rehearses this in the mirror right? right. - gets to be all like “YES, IT IS I, MALIK! AHAHA”

But then tragically, like 67 seconds later, he becomes the very Malik they have not been fighting this whole time but instead becomes the Malik they will henceforth be fighting…

Who is very dismissive of The Artist Formerly Known As This Very Malik.

~Eight out of ten occult spirits prefer the darkness to other leading brands of eyeliner~

Domestic Jaebum

request: hoe write jb fluff luv u
note: this is my favorite topic ever
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— Confessing that he likes you
- Jaebum would have this huge ordeal planned out
- Like, confessing at the top of the ferris wheel at night
- Or on the beach during the sunset
- He’d actually just blurt it out while you’re eating or something
- “Y/N, how was your day?”
- “Oh, well, my boss was kind of a jacka-”
- “I really like you.”
- When he says it, though, his head will be slightly cocked to the side
- And he’ll have this goofy smile *gif*
- But if you'e uncomfortable with it, he’ll back off immediately
- JB’s really understanding about everything
- BUT
- If you do like him back…
— Boyfriend Jaebum
- First of all,,,,
- So many forehead kisses
- Do something cute? Forehead kiss.
- Sad? Forehead kiss.
- Watching a movie? Forehead kiss.
- Long day of rehearsal? Forehead kiss.
- He’s definitely into skinship
- Holding your hand
- Arm around your waist
- Constantly touching your thigh
- Always wants to show his appreciation towards you
- Taking you out for ice cream because you went to his concert
- Taking you to that movie you’ve been dying to see because you stayed with him at rehearsals last night
- A whole lot of quick pecks throughout the day
- Sometimes not so quick ones because he “can’t help himself”
- He likes to show you a different side of him
- Jaebum is so supportive of everything you do
- He’s so damn proud of you
- The boys are always texting you telling you that Jaebum is annoying
- Likes to copy you until your cheeks turn pink
- Takes you on cheesy dates
- Does aegyo to make you smile
- When y'all go to the carnival, he gets you the teddy bear you want with no problem
- So he gets you a second one
- After a long day of rehearsal, he comes home and flops onto the bed and groans for 7 years straight
- Asks you to shower with him
- Squishes your faces and kisses you because you’re “just too cute”
- His weakspot is when you ask him to teach you more about his culture
- Offers to cook for you constantly
- He’s hesitant to introduce you to his family because he doesn’t want you to think he’s rushing it
- When you ask if you can meet his family though, he almost breaks down
- Is absolutely overjoyed when he sees you getting along with his parents
- It’s then, when he sees you learning how to make gimbop from his mother, that he realizes he wants to marry you
- Jaebum will plan out this huge ordeal at one of his concerts
- During certain songs, he’ll shoot a smirk in your direction
- Or wink directly at you
- He sings all the mushy gushy parts straight at you
- Right before the concert ends, he asks you to step on stage
- At this point you know because
- Yugyeom, Bambam, and Mark are giggling like school girls
- Jinyoung is wiggling his eyebrows at the crowd
- And Youngjae is consoling a blubbering Jackson
- seriously someone get this kid a tissue
- or eight
- He gives you this long spiel about how much he adores you and how he can’t imagine life without you or that amazing pasta you make for special occasions
- You don’t remember a lot of it though because you’re snotting like crazy
- Of course you say yes
- He spins you around in a circle
- Before turning towards the audience with the goofiest smile on his face
- “THAT’S MY FIANCE I’M MARRYING HER THAT BEAUTIFUL WOMAN RIGHT THERE JUST SAID YES YOU GUYS ARE HEARING THIS RIGHT”
— Husband Jaebum
- Let’s take a moment to talk about the honeymoon
- You two don’t have a honeymoon for a while because he’s doing tours and there’s a new album and dances are exhausting but he has to learn them and it just doesn’t work
- But F I N A L L Y
- Y'all go on a honeymoon
- Jaebum would make sure that the first day you two had nothing planned
- Because there’s no way you’re going to be able to walk anywhere after he’s done with you
- He takes so many pictures of you
- He’ll hate the idea of couple tees
- Matching anklets though? Sign him up.
- He’ll cry when you two head home from your honeymoon but he’ll cherish those memories like no other
- Whenever you two fight or even slightly bicker, you both try really hard to make it up to each other
- Eating dinner together and going to bed are so so important to him
- Whenever he has to have rehearsal late, he’ll ask you to come eat with him
- This usually ends up with you two curling up against each other on the rehearsal room floor and falling asleep
- Sometimes though he’ll rehearse to late and he’ll come home to find his dinner in the microwave with a sweet post-it note
- When he finds you asleep in his hoodie, sprawled over the bed, he smile and brush the hair out of your face
- But he’ll feel bad
- So he makes you breakfast
- When you throw up his breakfast later on though, he’ll be really concerned that he didn’t cook something properly and he gave you food poisioning
- He’ll probably tear up because he’s really worried that he’s the reason your head is stuck in a toliet
- But he’ll sob when you tell him it’s most likely just morning sickness
- “What do you mean, morning sickness?”
- “Jaebum… I’m pregnant.”
- “You mean… There’s a baby in your stomach? OUR baby?”
— Dad Jaebum
- One of those guys that worries about everything for the entire duration of the pregnancy
- But when the baby is delivered safe and sound, he’s overjoyed
- Let me tell you though
- Jaebum is 289% an aggressive baseball dad
- Throws his ballcap on the ground
- Hands on his hips
- Angrily spitting out sunflower seeds
- But when you slip your hands into his, he relaxes and reminds himself that it’s just a game
- He’ll defend his kids against everything though
- Likes to pack their lunches for them
- Never cuts the crust off of his kids’ PB&J sandwiches
- Daily trips to the playground
- Cries the first time they say they don’t want to go
- Family night is a ritual
- If one of his children disrespects your cooking, he blows his cap
- “Your mother spent all day trying to cook this delicious food for you while you got to go play. How about you stay and cook and she’ll play with us instead? Doesn’t sound fun, huh? Go apologize to her mother and thank her for this lovely dinner.”
- Can’t stand it when his kids don’t eat their vegetables
- He makes them drink tea before bed
- Reads them a bed time story every night
- Jaebum overall would be an amazing boyfriend, husband, and father.
- He’ll doubt himself along the way but he knows he has your endless love and support, so he keeps going.
- pls take care of him & feed him well

anonymous asked:

Hey hey hey hon, I luv everything tou write, you're so creative! Can I request a scenario when RFA + Saeran and MC really like each other, but are embarassed to confess, but they get drunk/high together and the truth comes out and maybe things get a little heated, and next day they aren't sure if It was real?

Thx thx! I decided to do this one as mini-fics. Hope you enjoy it! ^^


RFA + Saeran and MC getting drunk and heated (NSFW -ish?)


Zen

He saw your name on his screen phone and picked up without even thinking. “Hey, Zenny! What are you up to?” if you only knew the way his heart and his imagination race everytime you call him Zenny, maybe you would be more careful of your words. “Nothing much, MC…What about you?” “I’m just bored, do you wanna hang out?” “Yeah, sure!” he tried to keep it cool, but inside he was screaming “yes, yes, yes!” “Cool, your place, I’ll bring the booze. Just wait for me!” he would wait for you forever if you asked him… no, focus! Now he needed to clean up his house a little and make himself presentable for you.

He knew he would look gorgeous wearing anything, but knowing you were coming made him feel like nothing was good enough to impress you. “What if I just open the door shirtless?” he laughed at himself only imagining your face, no, he would never do that, what if he scared you or made you get the wrong idea? He could never live with himself if something so silly and vulgar like that made you run away from him… he didn’t imagine his life without you anymore, even if it was just friendship.“Here, I bought that grapefruit beer we talked about, I also got vodka.” He was shocked at how much booze you brought, you shrugged and told him it was 25% off, so why not?

He was a little nervous, you’ve never been at his place that late and with booze, especially that much! What if…? No, he was a gentleman! Taking advantage of you like this would be wrong in so many ways! “What’s wrong, Zenny? Cat got your tongue?” “Ugh, don’t even joke about things like this, MC! Just imagining one of these fur balls that close to my precious face…” “Oh, I would be so jealous, you have no idea!” Oh… what? His heart just skipped a beat, he looked at you flustered, you weren’t even looking at him and just chugged the rest of the beer. Were you a flirty drunk? What a grateful surprise! Grateful or… too much tempting? “Uhh, I’m hot!” Yes, you were… wait ! Oh, you’re feeling hot! He got that when you threw your jacket at the corner of the sofa… Dangerous thoughts, Zenny, dangerous thoughts! He wasn’t used mixing drinks like this, the effects were showing pretty fast on both of you.

“Hey, since you’re here, would you mind helping me practice some lines?” he needed to make those ideas go away from his filthy mind. “Sure! Can we go to your rooftop? It’s really hot in here…” “Yes, of course.” Yes, this was better, knowing some sneaky neighbor could be looking would be a good inhibition.

“So, uh… here, let’s start from page 4. On this scene, the guy confesses his feelings to a girl he’s in love with for a very long time.” “Oh, what made him decide to confess?” “You mean, the character’s motivation? Hum… he’s afraid of losing her to another man, and would be such a tragedy, right? Losing the woman of his life because he’s a coward?” “Yes, I could only imagine… so, I’m the girl?” WHAT? “On the scene…” you explained, as he looked puzzled. “Oh, yes! Yes! I’m gonna start now, ok?” you nodded and he cleared his throat. As he talked, you felt like the sky was getting darker, the stars shining were nothing compared to his scarlet eyes peering at you, waiting for your line… “You make my heart race so much, Zenny…” “Huh, that’s not… the line, MC. Are you improvising?” he fidgeted through the script pages, and stopped when he felt your hand holding his. “Would you like to feel it? My heart…?” “W-What?” MC, what are you doin… oh god!” he let out a groan when you placed his hand on your chest. “MC, don’t do this to me, please…” “Shh, it’s okay… see how much it’s racing? I want you to make it race even more… if you just…” your face was getting closer and closer…

Zen woke up completely sweaty. What was that? Another wet dream with you? How many of those did he have that week? But this one felt a little more real…Part of him was hoping for this to be one of his premonitory dreams… who knows? One day he’d be brave enough to tell you how much he cherished you and wanted to hold you tight and never let it go… he was took aback by his phone, where a text of you could be read. “Hey, Zenny! Are you okay? Think I forgot my jacket there, can you bring it for me? See ya ;)”

Yoosung

You appeared at his apartment out of the blue. Well, you told him you were coming over, he didn’t take it seriously, but there you were, standing at his door with a bottle of vodka on your hands. “What’s that, MC?” “I heard you killed your mid terms, so I thought I could stop by to celebrate. But I understand if you’re too busy…” “N-no! Not at all! I was going to play LOLOL, but this looks like more of a celebration for a college student, I guess… Come in, MC!”

You would always look perfect at his eyes, but there was something about you that night that made you look hypnotizing. Your eyes, your smile, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and chugged the vodka. “Ugh, my hair is a mess today! Would you mind borrowing me one of your hairpins?” he would gladly do so, even though he couldn’t really see the mess, your hair was flawless as usual… but he took the one that was on his hair and handed to you “Can you tie it for me?” you grinned, he blushed as his fingers slightly touched your forehead. “Come on! I can’t be the only one being drunk here! I won’t look like a fool by myself! Drink it just a little? For me?” he drank staring at you, he would do anything you wanted asking like this.

He felt loosening up pretty fast after he drank. His face was burning and he was feeling tipsy, maybe he was a little stronger than he thought? That was cool… “So, I told you on the messenger, but I’m gonna say it again, congratulations on your mid terms! I’m so happy for you, you have no idea!”

“Thanks, MC, I… I was only able to do it thanks to your encouragement, you know that? I feel like I’m going back to my high school days, when I felt so motivated… you’re a great motivation for me… I mean, for my studies and… you know.” You giggled. “I’m glad to know that! So… Yoosung in high school… I gotta say, you looked cute, I would totally have a crush on you if we studied at the same school…” “Y-You would?” he felt his throat get dry. “Yep! I mean… I definitely prefer you blonde now… but back then I would still fall for you, and… wait to see you at parties, so we could play spin the bottle or 7 minutes in heaven…” What were you saying? You were talking so naturally, like it was nothing, couldn’t you see how thrilled he was getting? “I… I was… a big nerd back then, I didn’t go to parties… so I… I… never played any of these… games…” “Oh, what a shame, isn’t it?” “I guess…”

You looked at him, his cheeks were so pink, his wide eyes were half closed, his hair looked messy… he looked so sexy right now, his hands were so pretty… how would it feel having these skillful gamer fingers tangling to your hair? Touching your body?

“So… do you want to make it up for lost time?” “What?” “Do you want to play right now?” “P-Play what, MC?” “It’s your choice, but if you ask me, I would prefer 7 minutes on heaven, so I guess I’m a little biased here…” he gasped, what was happening right now? You were so close to him on the couch, he could feel his arm rubbing in your shoulder, you looked so soft, so smooth… and you smelled amazing! So he took the empty bottle of vodka, placed in the table and spun… it pointed to him and… the lamp? Oh crap!

You laughed , took the bottle and placed it to point to you and him. You leaned to him, he could feel your breath on his face…

Yoosung woke up feeling like he got hit by a truck, his head was about to explode! His eyes were close, he was afraid to open them up and get hurt by the daylight… but then he remembered, and he opened his eyes in surprise… you weren’t there… oh no! Did he have one of those naughty dreams? This was so embarrassing, how could he look at you again if the only thing he had in mind was that dream? He would act even weirder around you… yeah, like he had a chance with you before! Wake up, Yoosung! A girl like you would never even look at him, on high school, college or in the RFA… you were too much for him! All he had was these filthy dreams…

He runned his fingers through his hair and noticed he didn’t have the hairpin on, he didn’t remember taking it off… it must be on his nightstand… oh! He found the hairpin, along with a note: “Tnx for the hairpin and for last night. Call you later ;)”


Jaehee

You invited her to go to a bar with you, you were feeling stressed because of work and could really use a girl’s night. She gladly agreed to, she loved the idea of a girl’s night because she never had many girls as friends, this made her feel so… normal. And it was you, so she knew she was in for a very fun night.

You looked stunning, she felt like she wasn’t properly dressed for that bar, you told her she looked amazing and she couldn’t help but blush, a goddess like you telling she looked amazing? She never felt this flattered.

A few guys approached you two at the bar, you politely refused , telling you were just in for some fun with your friend. Her heart was racing everytime you waved a goodbye to a guy and came back to her smiling.

“So, have I told you about my boss? My god, Jaehee, what a prick!” and she listened to everything you had to say, you were adorable when you were mad, the way you moved your hands to accentuate your words and the way your voice got into a high pitch, ah… it was just… so charming.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with him? He’s the worst boss ever!” “Hmmm, I’ll have to disagree on that one, MC.” “Oh my God, yeah, Jumin! I totally forgot how much… handful he is…” “Handful? We’re talking about the man that made me cut my hair and use glasses just so I didn’t look attractive to his father.” “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you looked totally attractive to me…” and you took another sip of your drink. “I… looked?” “I mean, you look gorgeous right now too, but I liked your androgynous appeal very much, it was… sexy…”

She could not believe what she was listening, gorgeous, appeal, sexy? She never heard things like this referring to her, she didn’t know how to respond, so she just mumbled a shy “thanks” and you winked at her!!! Oh my god! What’s gotten into you? And why was she feeling so hot? Maybe it was because of these fancy crazy drinks?

You knew what you were doing, those drinks really boost your confidence to finally make a move on her, you’ve been gathering courage to do this for months, it was now or never… “You look so cute when you’re shy, Jaehee…” “M-Me? Cute? MC,what’s going with you today? You’ve been complementing my… looks too much…” “I would do everyday if you let me, Jaehee. Will you let me?” “Oh, I… yes, thank you, MC.” “No, thank you…” and you leaned to her to tuck a locket of her hair behind her ear, her heart was racing like crazy! “So… my place or yours?” you asked playfully. Your lips were so close… she closed her eyes in anticipation…

Jaehee woke up still a little dizzy, she sighed knowing she was still a little drunk, and the hangover would be a torture! She could use a cup of coffee right now! So she went to the kitchen, and then she remembered… oh my, drunk dreams can be so… real. She blushed remembering the things in her dream, your soothing voice complimenting her beauty over and over… if only it was real…

She grabbed her favorite mug, poured the coffee… weird, she didn’t remember making any coffee… and she gagged when she saw a post-it on the coffee machine. “Thought you might need some after last night. Call me :)”

Jumin

He invited you over for some wine, he didn’t think you were actually gonna say yes, but you did, and now he was nervous about what would be the perfect tie for the occasion. “What about this one, Elizabeth the 3rd?” the cat meowed loudly, so yep, it would be that one, he just hoped you would like too.

Buy why was he so worried about this? What was about you that made him get worried about the silliest things made him feel afraid it wasn’t enough? He wasn’t enough? To be your friend or… oh, what was he thinking?

“Thanks for having me tonight, Mr. Han.” You smiled cheerfully. “No need to be so formal, MC.” “I know, I was just messing with you, where’s Elizabeth? I brought her a little treat…” and you handed him a tiny bottle of wine for cats, you messing with him and now this? He couldn’t help but smile softly. “Oh, that’s a nice tie!” and now he was almost grinning.

As soon as you started drinking, he felt loosening up as his weird jokes started coming out and he even laughed! Truth is he couldn’t stop smiling everytime he glanced at you. That night was all about you, he asked you a million questions about your family, friends, work, and he was living for the stories of you in college. “You were very eccentric, I suppose.” “Nah, I was just trying to have fun, studying, going to frat parties, playing Truth or Dare, you know, things all college students do…” “I… never played Truth or Dare… on college or…” “Really? Not even with V?” “No, I wouldn’t be comfortable with him either.”

There was something adorable about him looking so vulnerable… you admired Jumin’s confidence, but seeing him open up a little stirred something inside of you. “Are you comfortable right now?” “I suppose.” “Okay… ask me!” “Pardon?” “Truth or Dare! Ask me if I want Truth or Dare!” your voice sounded very enthusiastic, the wine was getting to you.

“Truth or Dare, MC?” he smirked. “Hmmm… Truth.” He looked at you, confused. “Oh, I didn’t explain the rules, right? You just have to ask me a question, and I have to tell the truth, usually you ask something I can only answer yes or no, but I’ll make an exception since it’s your first time. Ask me anything!” This was definitely interesting…

“Why did you accept my invitation to come here tonight?” “That’s easy! I enjoy your company, Jumin, very much!” “Oh… I… enjoy your company as well, MC.” Your eyes were locked, you looked dazzling, he was fascinated by your honesty, spontaneity and uniqueness… “Truth or Dare, Jumin?” Oh… now it was your turn… the wine made him curious and adventurous “Dare.” “Okay… I dare you to show me how much you enjoy my company, Jumin…” you made your way to him and sat on his lap, Jumin was shook, this was so bold and… exciting! You felt his hand move to the back of your neck and pull you closer…

Jumin woke up when Elizabeth climbed up to the bed, next to his head, her whiskers tickled his forehead and he opened his eyes, longing to find you beside him in the bed… you weren’t there. It was all a drunk delirium? You were being the death of him that much that he was dreaming about you again? He felt a little disgusted at himself for covering an adorable sweet lady like you of impure thoughts! Impure and delicious thoughts…

His phone buzzed and that smile from last night was back on his face again when he read your text: “I hope Elizabeth enjoyed the wine and you enjoyed the night. See you at my house tonight!”


Saeyoung

He usually wouldn’t drink, but you were so adamant about it, pouting and begging him to join you it was impossible to say no. And he knew it was the right decision as soon as you turn your pouting into the brightest smile he had ever seen. If you only knew how much he loves your smile… especially when he was the reason for you to be smiling…

“But… I have one condition. It has to be on my terms!” he said on a very teasing tone. “You name it!” he wasn’t expecting you would agree so quickly, that got him excited. “So… I propose a drinking game featuring the RFA chatroom!”

Yoosung makes a typo? Shot! Jaehee scolds Yoosung for wasting his life over LOLOL? Shot! Jumin posts a blurry picture? Shot! (Bonus shot if it is a picture of Elizabeth)  Zen uses the words: “handsome”, “jerk” or “furball’? Shot! Anybody ask you if you have eaten? 3 shots!

Two hours and 16 shots later, you two were turnt! Laughing of everything and you unconsciously started being a  little handsy, resting your head on his shoulder, touching his arm without apparent reason… he noticed and got nervous. You two chose some light drink knowing it would be a lot of shots, and he knew he was losing control of his good judging, and you leaning over him like this… lord help him, he was shivering!

“Are you cold? I can warm you up!” you told him smiling. “I’m fine, MC.  Hey! We didn’t… we didn’t finish our game! We should do an edition featuring… us!” “Us?”

“Yeah! You know, everytime I do a crazy joke, I take a shot, and… everytime you… do that thing with your… no,forget it!” “I do what?” “Nevermind, I don’t know what I’m saying!” “Saeyoung…” oh! He melted everytime you said his real name… “Yep, that thing with your… breasts?” “What about my boobs, Saeyoung?” he didn’t sense any hint of teasing, you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about. “It’s just… you… use your arms to… push them together and… MC, I’m really drunk!” he was so embarrassed.

“Yeah, no shit!” you laughed. He was blushing so much, it looked so sweet! You loved how he was always trying to play cool and be the memelord, but whenever you were able to get him like this, it was just… too much satisfying!

“So… were you looking at my boobs?” “Well, it’s hard not to look when you… you do that… but it’s nothing dirty, it’s just… cute.” “Cute?” “Yeah…” “I see… do you want to feel  how cute I am?” “What? MC,I…” “Because I think you’re pretty cute too, and I can see your… cuteness showing up right now…” you moved your hand to under his shirt, he was gasping… “Come on, Saeyoung, show me your cuteness…”

He woke up with Saeran throwing a pillow at his face. He dozed off on the couch and his head was spinning around a little… but most important, where were you? You were here last night, weren’t you? Drinking with him, laughing at and with him, and touching him… oh hohoho! What a nasty dream! You would tease him forever if you heard about this. But what other reactions you could have? Could you enjoy this as much as he did?

“Get off, you fool! It’s my turn now! Don’t try to play funny and break our deal!” Saeyoung looked puzzled from what his brother was saying. “Seriously, you and MC had the house for yourselves last night, now it’s my turn! Go to her place or something, she said you could go when you wake up, so move” and boy did he move


Saeran

You just wanted to run away for a few hours, work was stressing your mind off and  your family was bothering you with nonsense. Seeing your struggle, Saeran kidnapped you, sorta.

He just took you to this motel out of town and explained he would go there once in a while to run away from his brother a little and just enjoy some alone time. He was sharing his secret place with you, how cool was that?

You brought some whisky along with you. Usually he didn’t drink, but he decided to join you, it’s been a while since he haven’t drink anything but Dr. Pepper, since it was the only drink available at his house.

“To our problems” you proposed a toast. He laughed softly, “To being fucked up” and you both chugged. You loved how comfortable he would be around you, it made you feel special, and he looked so handsome under the moonlight coming inside the bedroom by the window. And a chug quickly became a few chugs, and then a lot…

“Hey, is this one of those motels with pools?” you asked. “Yeah, I guess…” “Cool! Come on!” you dragged him out of bed, which was a relief, because he was starting to feel weirdly aroused with you beside him in the bed.

“Wanna go for a swim?” you asked him. “What? No! You’re drunk and you don’t even have a swimsuit!” he was sitting on the board of the pool, looking at the water. “Says who?” he just saw you jumping in the water and your dress thrown at his face.

He wouldn’t dare to look, were you… in the buff? He sighed in relief when he saw you were wearing underwear, a lacy black bra and dark pink panties… you looked… beautiful… “Won’t you join me? The water is great!” “I… I don’t know how to swim.” “Oh, it’s not even that deep. See?” you stood up and now he could see your whole body, he looked away, blushing.

“It’s okay, I can teach you to float, at least.” You went to him on the board, he felt his whole body tensing up. “N-No! I don’ want to! Get away from me!” “Are you afraid?” you teased him, he glared at you. “I’ll show you afraid!”

He took his shirt off and jumped in the water, the – thank god – cold water. You made your way to him and  put your hands on his shoulders. “Do you trust me, Saeran?” “Unfortunately, I do…” you giggled and rested your head on his chest, when you looked up, your eyes were locked to his, his hands slipped to your waist…

Saeran woke up screaming out your name. He looked everywhere in the house for you, but you weren’t there? A dream? Really? Well, this was better than all his terrible nightmares, so much better! But still… why couldn’t it be real? He wanted to take you to his special place and make you feel special… would he ever be able to or should he just settle with his dreams?

“Hey, bro! Are you okay? You got home all soaked last night! Oh, and MC left a message, you should call her” he never thought something Saeyoung said would make him so happy.

anonymous asked:

Hi! It seems like you really love Arima :D Why is that? As for me, I like his character too but there are lots of people who hate him.

Hello! WOW this is a loaded question haha. I’ve been thinking about it for a few hours and came up with two answers for you.

Short answer: we all have personal reasons why our favorite characters’ personalities and histories resonate with us. It usually involves a bit of self-reflection, or that the character provides a source of creative inspiration, or both. Arima just happens to be the one for me. 


Long answer: I’ve always been attracted to antagonists, especially those who’re difficult to understand. I liked Arima from the get-go, when we barely knew anything about him. He was just this aloof, mysterious, deadly force (who was lowkey a pretty nice guy and sometimes dropped hints that he didn’t like anyone dying). 

Keeping in mind that people generally don’t behave “that way” unless something awful happened to them, Ishida delivered hard with his backstory, and he instantly became my favorite while reading Jack. 

It begins the way you’d assume Arima was as a child: fairly quiet, very blunt, extremely intelligent, and naively seemed to actually enjoy fighting. But over the course of Jack, you see him quietly begin to struggle with wanting to keep both Fura and Minami safe, knowing full-well that it could never be. 

In the end, Minami’s words about wishing to be a normal kid resonate with him, as did Fura’s outburst about the “inhumanity” of killing. Arima had to bite his tongue, being both human and ghoul, unable to live a normal life, and hearing from his first two friends in the outside world scream over his head about how his entire existence is wrong. 

Minami and Fura were directing their hatred at each other, but Arima could only hear that they both hated everything he was– a ghoul, a human; a disruptor of peace and a killer. None of which he chose for himself.

On top of that, he’s being told to shut up left and right, is accidentally reminded by Marude that he’ll “just die someday”, and the CCG immediately pulls him away from the 13th ward the second they realize he’s making friends (”compromising the situation”).

I mean, he was literally a child being forced into a life of blood and death and horribleness. And the whole “Unfairness of God” thing? THE IRONY ;^;

Anyway, going back and seeing the look on his face when he approached the Kirishima’s… it’s clear that he was miserable with the knowledge that he was about to tear a happy family apart. 

** It’s also why I’m interpreting his fight with Kuzen as angry, because Yoshimura was a ghoul that was given a choice to fight for V and took it. I doubt there was a fiber in his body that liked Kuzen, especially if Eto told him about how she was abandoned.

So, with all that in mind, Arima’s story becomes exponentially more meaningful because of who he became despite all of that. Of course he’s enormously fucked up and flawed in many different ways, but I loved the revelation that his whole being secretly revolved around changing the future for people like himself and Fura and Minami. In his perfect world, the three of them should have been able to grow up together, rather than be born to destroy one-another. 

You would think that with all the self-loathing and lack of freedom, Arima would have given up a long time ago. But somehow he held on, if nothing but for the hope that the person who kills him might bring hope to others

Beyond that, I adore the literary references Ishida gave to him. The Little Prince is one of my favorite books of all time (I burst into tears at sight of the first page), and the Ringing Bell was the perfect way to frame exactly what Arima was trying to do.

“I won’t lose. I’ll become stronger than the wolves.” - kinda makes me wonder if his first idea was to be strong enough to kill his father/V himself… until he started running out of time. 

I love the little parts of his personality that only shows when he’s around people he’s closer to, like wanting to play games and vying for Haise’s attention. I love that he went out of his way to bring 240 blankets and stacks of books. I loved that he snapped out of autopilot because he heard a beautiful poem. 

Arima’s a big softie at his core, but, of course, despite what a bug-saving space cadet he actually is, I love that he’s a terrifyingly powerful force of fucking nature– one that doesn’t need sight to turn an army into a mountain of corpses.

People don’t have to like him, but there should be some credit due to what a fantastically complex character (and protagonist!) he turned out to be, even with little more than the surface scratched. I understand that not everyone is interested in “figuring a character out”, but I personally really enjoyed things like how much meaning was behind even the slightest change in his expression (he’s so fucking stoic, even the slightest frown was like HOLY SHIT). 

He’s seriously one of my favorite characters of all time– he’s beautiful and horrible and inspiring and tragic– and I’m super grateful to Ishida for putting so much care into his story. 

Trust

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  2153

Warning: smut, food play, oral (male receiving)

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)

        “Trust me,” Dean had said before he and Sam had left the room. You were sitting in the bedroom by yourself. No idea what they were planning. No hints had been given. No information at all. Just that they had something planned that you needed to trust them.

           You trusted them both with everything you had, so you weren’t worried about what they were planning. You were just anxious to see what it was.

           When you heard one or both of them approach the room again, you felt a little jump of excitement in your belly.

           “Hey, Baby,” Sam walked into the room.

           “Hi, Sammy,” you looked up at him.

           “Do you trust me?” he asked, holding up a blindfold.

           You nodded, “You know I do.”

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Andre Burakovsky #1.4

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Anonymous said: holy crap the andre series is amazing!!!! pls pls PLS write more theyre so cute!!!!

Anonymous said: omfg the new andre one was so good i forgot about your writing tbh until it popped up on my dash and i saw the word count and i was so excited!!!! i finished it in like 2 secs i couldnt believe it was already over haha! if you dont mind, woudl you write another part? (or 5 or 10 more? lol)

Anonymous said: can you do more burky? like either a continuation of what youve already written or something new if youre bored w that storyline? i dont have any specific ideas though so idk if this really counts as a request lol

Anonymous said: this isn’t a request, i just wanted to say that i loved your writing, especially the andre ones :) they’re so so adorable and he’s such a cute boyfriend/fiance! i’m looking forward to 1.4 :)

A/N: i’ve never gotten so much response from a imagine before wow thanks guys :)))) but wow i thought the last part of this little series was long, then i wrote this, yikes, sorry???? (also sorry for any errors or if it dragged on, i got really into it oops)

Word Count: 4,179

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

Your heart was pounding so loudly you could feel it in your head. The sound was deafening. You shut your eyes and inhaled deeply, then you opened your eyes again and let your last burst of adrenaline push you to keep going. Through your headphones Drake played, but honestly you could barely here it over your rapid heartbeat. 

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Date Drug

Prompt: You’re in no way a party girl, but being Archie’s girlfriend, who just so happened to be a jock, you’re dragged along to parties quite often. Only this time, someone won’t leave you alone.

Prompt Idea/A/N: I got this idea from @riverdale-imagining and I fell in love with it. So though it’s somewhat the same, I took my own spin on it! BTW, I don’t actually think Reggie would do this, even though he’d kind of a dick in the show. So know that.

Complete credit to: @riverdale-imagining (May I have this drink?)

Warnings: drugging. swearing. force. violence. yeah, sure, let’s go with that. also, the topic is very serious and is in no way okay to do, i am not trying to naturalize the seriousness of the situation

Pairing: Archie X Reader


Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Drinking was never your thing. You always were repulsed by the idea. So being in a room filled with drunk kids that screamed and dance as if it was their last day on earth, was definitely not something you wanted to be doing. But as a newly made River Vixen and the girlfriend of jock Archie Andrews, it was kind of an obligation you came to celebratory parties.

Which was fine. You had expected that you wouldn’t do much and more just wait on the sidelines until Archie became too drunk himself or Archie wanted to leave. You’d done it many times before, and every time it had been fine because you got rewarded with an adorable drunk Archie who would stop at nothing to make you laugh. 

You were fine with that.

Except this time, Reggie wouldn’t leave you alone. You’d found out about the tiny little crush he had on you just a week ago and even though he knew you and Archie were an item, he still tried to ask you out and spent everyday forward flirting with you. At first you’d found it funny more than anything and even a little sweet, Archie had laughed it off himself because he knew you’d never go after a guy like Reggie.

But now, you were far from amused. Leaning against a wall, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to ignore the presence beside you. You were clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse, as you had expected to go home after the game only for Archie to drag you off here. 

You were trying to ignore Reggie, who stood beside you. He was going on about the game and how well he had done. It had been chatting your ear off for the past hour and you were about at your wits end. 

Sighing, you decided that the only way you’d get away, even if only for a few minutes, was to slip off to the bathroom. So smiling sweetly, you interrupted Reggie and excused yourself to the bathroom. 

On your way there, you passed by Cheryl who greeted you with a fake smile. You waved back, rolling your eyes at here ‘kindness’ before slipping in the bathroom. Upon coming inside, you side looking at yourself in the mirror. You were tired and exhausted and honestly right now a drink didn’t sound so bad, but you knew you’d regret it in the long run, so you pushed that thought away. You were no where near of age anyway, not that really mattered in this case.

You turned the tap on, splashing some water in your face before patting it dry. Sighing, you opened the door and slowly made your way back to your spot. Reggie was of course still there, so trying to ignore your own annoyance, you leaned against the wall again, picking up the glass of coke you had left there and taking a sip. 

You relished in the cold drink, hitting the back of your throat and swallowing. You were oddly very thirsty and which each sip it only seemed to increase, you took multiple sips, the taste suddenly very delicious. 

“So, Y/N. Don’t like alcohol that much?” Reggie asked and you had to blink to fully focus on him. Suddenly you felt sick and your legs felt weak. You pushed away the feeling, not truly understanding what was happening and instead focus on Reggie.

“No…” You slurred, placing your cup down and holding onto the wall when it became hard to stay straight. “It’s- it’s not really my thing…”

Reggie nodded and you didn’t miss the way his lips curved into a devious smirk. Suddenly you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach at the look in Reggie’s eyes. You felt him coming closer and with silent panic, you let your eyes wander across the living room, trying to look for Archie only to not find his familiar blue and yellow jersey. 

“Why not?” Reggie asked, coming so close that your shoulders bumped into each other. “I’m sure you’d be plenty of fun, all drunk and all.” Your muscles were giving up on you and you felt the world spinning. You had the sudden urge to throw up, but sucked it back down. Your eyes still on the crowd in front of you, you felt cornered.

Why had you chose to hang out in the secluded area of the house? Oh, that’s right, to get away from everyone.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reggie asked, his voice feigning innocence. You ignore the shoot of panic that shot through your body, and tried to take a step back. Your leg gave out on you, and you nearly fell before Reggie’s hand wound themselves around your waist, pulling you upwards against his body. You placed your hands against his chest and tried to convince yourself that you were overreacting and Reggie could help you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Reggie’s eyes scanned over you and he almost seemed proud. 

“Wher- Where’s Archie?” You asked, just wanting to see your boyfriend. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him this whole time, actually.” Reggie shrugged, pushing you further against him when you stumbled. His head went into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses as you squirmed. You blinked, trying to locate what was happening and where you were. Everything was spinning and it felt like you might pass out any moment.

“S-Stop, let me go.” You tried pushing him away, but you were so weak nothing happened. “Please, I need to find Archie.” You words were slurred and almost inaudible. but you knew Reggie understood by the way his lips upturned into a grin.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll be find. I’ll take care of you.” He reassured as he begin to pull you away from the crowd. You tried to fight him but everything was a blur and you began to loose feeling in you arms and legs. You became so weak that Reggie just started carrying you away. 

“Y/N!” A voice boomed in the rather loud room, you blinked, recognizing the voice. “Reggie! What the hell man?” Blinking, you were suddenly set down and you were leaning heavily against Reggie. It was a mess of different shapes but you caught sight of the familiar blue and yellow jacket and narrowing your eyes, you recognized Archie standing in front of you.

“Oh, Archie. We were actually just looking for you.” Reggie explained, and you shook your head. You were suddenly let go and stumbling you felt yourself fall into another persons arm, only except this time the arms felt warm. Safe. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Archie and it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Really?” Archie asked, his voice suspicious. You leaned heavily against him as his arm came around your waist and he hefted you up, supporting you. “What did you do to her? Did you drug her?” Archie’s angry voice rumbled out and you could feel the power behind his voice as your head fell into his neck.

“Of course not. Archie I found her like that. You should watch your girlfriend more carefully, there are a lot of dangerous predators.” With that Reggie walked away but not without sending one last gaze towards Archie, a hidden, threatening meaning behind his eyes.

You mumbled against Archie, feeling yourself slipping out of consciousness and before you knew it all you saw was black.


When you woke up, you were warm and you were comfy. You blinked, sitting up and holding your head when a rush of pain shot through. You groaned, hating how groggy you felt as you surveyed your surroundings. You were in Archie’s room, it was easy enough to recognize. The only thing is you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten here or why you felt so gross.

“You’re awake!” Archie’s familiar voice called out and turning you saw him making his way over to you. He held out a cup of tea which you gratefully accepted, still narrowing your eyes at the pain.

“What happened?” You asked, clearly confused. “Why am I here?”

“Y/N… that bastard he really did drug you.” Your eyes widened at the word ‘drug’ and snapped your gaze over to Archie. 

“Drugged?” You asked, concerned. You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Reggie. We went to a party last night and i left you. Oh god, Y/N, I should’ve never left you.”

You tried to recall what the hell Archie was speaking about, but you couldn’t. You remembered going to a party, that you recalled and you did remember Archie leaving you quite early on. But then… oh god, Reggie. Reggie had been with you and then you went off to the bathroom, and that’s all you could remember.

“Reggie drugged me?” You asked, your heart beating. The thought that he could’ve done something to you. Could’ve sexually assaulted you gave you chills. And staring at Archie with tears in your eyes, you watched him nod. “Oh god…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never leave you alone like that again.”

“Did he do anything?”

“No!” Archie yelled, frantically shaking his head. “Well no, I don’t think so. I got to you just as he was leading you out of the house.” Sobbing against your hand, you fell against Archie. Him wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him.

“I love you…”You whispered, finally feeling as if it was the time.

“I love you too.”

(shitty edit courtesy of yours truly)

Title: First Date

Pairing: Peter Maximoff (XMCU) x Reader

Warnings: Peter being a goof, excess fluff, lots of cuteness

For @candycountries, the sweetest little maple leaf. Thank you for believing in my writing, even when I don’t 💚

Based off the song First Date by Blink-182 & the endless Peter discussions I have with @candycountries


It was Date Night & Peter was nervous as Hell. You & Peter had began dating a few weeks ago, but this was your first official date. He wanted to make sure it was perfect, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He was parked outside your living area on campus, waiting anxiously for you. You were both professors at Xavier’s, although you were a new professor. Peter had been teaching Physics at Xavier’s for about 3 years now & you had began teaching earlier this year, just a few months ago.

You were a shy & quiet person, not really socializing with many professors, aside from Charles & Hank. You only really talked to your students & the rest of the time, you just graded & kept to yourself.

Peter, on the other hand, although shy as well, was very sociable & loved talking to others. He was a favorite among the students & the professors & it didn’t take long for the good word about the cute (& single 👀) Physics professor to come your way. Even so, you didn’t dare try talking to him for free of making a bad first impression. Thus, you kept your distance.

This drove Peter absolutely mad because he definitely noticed you & he was eager to chat up the gorgeous new professor. He tried his best to get to know you, but you instinctively shut him out & conversations with him were minimal. This all changed; however, during Xavier’s annual Halloween Bash.

You & Peter had been assigned chaperones to the dance, which means you both had to watch all the kids, dress up for the evening, & talk to each other so you could work as a team & not be bored out of your minds while the students had fun & you supervised them.

You came out of your shell a bit more that night, just because Halloween was your favorite holiday & it always made you feel secure because you could be whoever you wanted to be, even your true self, without fear of being judged.

Peter noticed how more at ease you were & he took full advantage of it. He chatted you up all night, cracking jokes & shamelessly flirting with you. He relished every laugh & blush you gave him in return. By the end of the night, you were much more comfortable around him & you’d developed a stronger friendship than you had previously.

Unfortunately, the night was coming to an end: the younger kids were heading to bed, the older ones were going with Charles & Hank into the woods nearby for a spooky campfire, & you & Peter were left to help clean up the dance room. It was an absolute mess, but with Peter’s speed, it was getting cleaned up in no time. Or, at least, it would have, if Peter hadn’t stopped to impress you with a crude & joking strip tease to Thriller, which had you nearly dying of laughter.

Later that night, when you & Peter went to supervise the campfire, Peter romanced you under the stars & asked you out officially, to which you agreed to.

Fast forward back to the current day, where Peter was still waiting anxiously in his car for you. He checked his watch for the nth time that afternoon, keeping his eyes glued to your door afterwards.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, you finally emerged. Peter couldn’t help but stare at you because you looked so different, so at ease, so comfortable. You were dressed more casually instead of the usual professional garb you wore when you taught class. He was dressed similarly in his favorite casual wear, instead of the more clean-cut outfits he wears for lecture.

He smiled widely at you as you got into the passenger seat, his cheeks flushing a little as he did so, “Hi.”

You returned his smile as you put on your seatbelt, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Hi, thank you for taking me out today.”

His cheeks flushed darker & he lost all power of speech, simply from that little kiss.

He was already done for, & the date had barely begun.

Aside from the initial awkwardness & shell shock from your kiss, the rest of the car ride went smoothly. You both made idle conversation & you attempted to press Peter as to where he was taking you, but he was intent on keeping it a secret. In all honesty, he didn’t want to tell you because he was worried you’d laugh at him & find the date idea childish & stupid. So, he figured he’d take you there & if you hated it, he’d pretend he was joking about that being the date location & resort to Plan B, which was a movie.

As he neared the date location, his anxiety steadily increased to the point where when he finally reached the date designation, his heart was practically going to burst from how fast it was beating.

You looked out the window before looking back at him with an amused expression, “You brought me to the arcade for our first date?”

He swallowed nervously, “Um…yes?”

You grinned, “How did you know I can play a mean game of Galaga & DDR?”

“You do? I mean pfft yeah I soooo knew that duh!”

“Then you also know that I’m going to kick your ass & win more tickets, right?”

“Ooooh honey, if you think you can beat me, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Bring it on, Maxipad.”

He held a hand to his heart in mock hurt, “Be careful what you dish out, babe, because I’m dishing it right back.”

Peter knew right then & there you were the one because no one had ever outsassed him like that before.

He did; however, prove to be the better gamer & kicked your ass at nearly every game, aside from skee-ball, which he had purposely let you win. You of course, knew this, & challenged him to a rematch, but he just let you win again anyway. By the end of the day, the two of you (mostly him) had acquired enough tickets to win the grand prize, which you were very eager to obtain. It was the latest Atari game system, which you were dying to have, but you weren’t about to spend the thousands of tickets Peter earned on a prize for yourself.

“You should pick something,” you told him as the flustered guy at the ticket counter counted all your tickets, “you won most of these tickets, it’s only fair that you pick the prize.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion & surprise, “What? No, I want you to pick the prize, as my gift to you for giving me a chance & coming on this date with me.”

“Peter,” you sighed, a bit taken aback by the sweet gesture, “that’s really sweet, but they’re your tickets. You should pick the prize.”

He playfully glared at you, “Listen, this is less tickets than I usually win. I can come back any time & win double this in a few hours. Seriously, I insist: pick something.”

You sighed, biting your lip as you continued to feel guilty, “Okay, how about this, we both pick something?” that way it’s fair.“

He pursed his lips, weighing the option before nodding in agreement, “You’ve got a deal.”

You smiled, “Great, you pick first.”

He pretended to weigh his options before he made his decision, “I’ll have that sickass looking gecko,” he pointed to the prize & you glared at him when you realized how much it cost: one ticket.

The ticket counter gave Peter the little toy gecko & he grinned before placing it on the side rim of his glasses, “Alright babe, your pick!”

You sighed & gave in, picking the Atari game system, which cost the remainder of the game tickets. Peter hoped he would never forget that glorious smile that made its way onto your face when the ticket counter gave you your prize.

As you both excitedly made your way back to his car, you were quick to gently set the game system on your seat & grab Peter’s hand before he could race to the other side to open his door. Before he could react, you grabbed his shirt collar & pulled his lips down onto yours in an adoring kiss.

He squeaked in surprise, completely shocked by your sudden display of affection, but was quick to reciprocate. He let his hands rest gently on your waist, squeezing your hips a little as you deepend the kiss. When you pulled away, he had the biggest, dopiest smile on his face & he pushed his glasses up his nose, which were fogged up. You laughed at how cute he was, adjusting the gecko, which was barely clinging onto his glasses, “I really hope you were also included with the Atari system because you are definitely a grand prize,” with that, you gave him another quick & final kiss before you got into the car.

He tried to recompose himself as he closed your door for you, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before mouthing a quiet “Wow” to himself as his cheeks reddened at your unexpected compliment.

The cute Physics Professor at Xavier’s was now the cute, completely taken Physics Professor & he was more than happy to spread the news when you both got back from your successful first date.


Tagging: @v-writings & @dragon-chica (hope you guys don’t mind being tagged! I thought you both would enjoy more Professor!Peter 💚)

herskirtsarentthatshort  asked:

Prompt!: Oliver frequents his fav sports bar because of a certain young lady. He tried to ask her out a few times but bailed at the last second. This time, Tommy plays wingman! Maybe Oliver and Felicity end up on a date to a ball game or something?!

(Changed this up a bit, but I loved the sports bar idea so much!)

With a rag in his hand, Oliver rubbed down the bar, looking around.  The Home Plate was crowded for the opening day of the baseball season, but thanks to an unexpectedly nice day for April in Star City, a lot of their customers were taking advantage of the outdoor area.  That meant the bar itself wasn’t too full.  It should be easy for him to spot who he was looking for.  

Felicity.  A little blonde dynamo of brains and beauty, although the woman herself would disagree on the beauty party.  

“I’m a genius in a male-dominated field,” she had told him one night, after a guy had been laying it on pretty thick with her.  “Calling me ‘beautiful’ or ‘hot’ or anything like that?  I never believe it.  Especially not coming from a guy in a bar.”

It had been all Oliver could do to bite his tongue when she said that.  Because while he wasn’t a genius, he could tell that Felicity had no idea how appealing she was.  How her eyes lit up when she was interested, how her blonde ponytail made a man want to stroke her curls, how her pink-painted lips inspired very sexy thoughts.  

At least that was how it was for Oliver, since the first time Felicity had come into the Home Plate.  And the more he had gotten to know her over the last year, the more he had fallen for her.  

If it wasn’t for his boss’s rule about no dating the customers, Oliver would have asked Felicity out already.  But Oliver respected John Diggle too much to break his rules.  

But today was different, because it was his last day at the Home Plate.  He had taken the leap and enrolled in college full-time, after attending part-time the last year–a decision also inspired by Felicity.  

Since he wouldn’t be working at the bar any longer, he could ask Felicity out.  He just needed her to show up.  Which had to be any minute now–it was Opening Day and Felicity loved baseball even more than he did.

“Awful long face there, barkeep.”

Smiling a little, Oliver nodded to his best friend.  “Hey, Tommy.  Usual?”

“Yep,” Tommy Merlyn said, folding his arms on the spotless bartop.  “What’s got you looking so glum?  Could it be the absence of your favorite blonde?”

Oliver sighed a little as he filled a glass for Tommy.  “I’m not that bad.”

“Oh, you are,” Tommy retorted.  “How many kids do you think the two of you are going to have, and have you figured out their names yet?”

Glaring at his friend as he slid the beer to him, Oliver said, “If you say any of that kind of thing when Felicity gets here–”

“Would I do that to you?” Tommy asked, picking up his beer and taking a healthy gulp.

“Yes.  You would.”

Tommy rolled his eyes.  “I’m going to be everything you could want in a wingman.”

“I don’t need a wingman,” Oliver said, knowing he sounded like a stubborn kid.  But damn it, he didn’t.  “I just need Felicity to show up.”

“Well, you’re in luck, then.”  Tommy nodded and Oliver spun around, looking towards the door of the bar.  The door that Felicity had just walked through.  

Oliver tried to smooth out his shirt and his hair without looking like he was as Felicity walked around the bar, smiling and waving to a few other regulars.  In her jeans and Mariners t-shirt, she looked more casual than he was used to seeing her.  And he liked it.  

“Felicity, hey,” he said after clearing his throat.  “I was getting worried.”  

Worried, you idiot?  Why don’t you just ask her to marry you right now? a voice in his head said–a voice that sounded like Tommy at his most mocking.

“That you would miss the pre-game festivities,” he continued quickly.  “What can I get you?”

“You’re so sweet.  Thanks, Oliver,” she said, hoisting herself on a bar stool two down from Tommy’s.  “I’ll take a beer.  And a thing of popcorn all for myself?” she asked in a wheedling tone, smiling at him.  

Ducking his head and smiling, Oliver took a small basket from under the bar and filled it with popcorn from the large machine at one end of the bar.  He placed it in front of Felicity with a flourish, smiling at how she clapped her hands and bounced on her stool.  

“You know John’s got a standing rule that his favorite customer gets whatever she wants,” Oliver told her as he pulled her beer.  

“I don’t want to take anything for granted,” Felicity said, popping a few kernels into her mouth.  

“A great attitude,” Tommy said, butting into the conversation.  “Don’t live with regrets, that’s always been my motto.”

Oliver leaned back, his arms folded over his chest.  “Really, Tommy?”

Tommy shot him a look, then leaned over towards Felicity.  “So you were cutting it close, Felicity.  What gives?”

Her face screwed up in an expression of adorable disgust.  “A friend of mine kept me on the phone, trying to persuade me to let her set me up with this guy.” 

His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.  His arms fell to his side as Oliver considered that maybe he was too late.

“Oh, yeah?  You weren’t interested, though?”

Seriously, he was going to kill Tommy.

Felicity shook her head.  “No … I mean, he sounds like a great guy, he’s just … he’s not …”  

Tommy nodded sympathetically.  “He’s not Oliver, right?”  

Her cheeks went red and after a startled glance towards Oliver, Felicity looked down.  

“You know that even though he’s my best friend, I’ll throw him out if he’s bothering you, Felicity, right?” Oliver asked, glaring at Tommy.

“No, no, you don’t have to show off your muscles by throwing Tommy out,” Felicity said quickly.  She blushed deeper and picked up her beer.  Just before she sipped, she muttered, “And it’s not like he’s wrong.”

Oliver thought she hadn’t meant to be so loud.  He didn’t think he was meant to hear that.  But he had, and now that he heard it … he was trying to make sense of it.  Could Felicity–did she actually–would she actually go out with him if he asked?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tommy get up and move away, leaving Oliver alone with Felicity.  Giving him the opening he needed.  

Taking a deep breath, Oliver took a step closer to Felicity and rested his hands on the bar.  “So … you turned your friend down?”

She nodded, her eyes looking anywhere but him–her beer, the bar, the TV showing the sportscasters talking about the Mariners’ chances this year.  “Yeah … I just … I knew I wasn’t interested.”  

“So … if I asked you out …?” 

Her eyes snapped to his face, big and blue and round as saucers.  “What?” she whispered.

“I’ve wanted to ask you out for months, but you know John’s rule,” Oliver said, deciding to put all his cards on the table.  “But this is my last day here, since thanks to you, I’m now a full-time college student.  And the only good thing about leaving the Home Plate is I get to ask you out now.”  

Felicity blinked slowly, her lips parted as she stared at him.  Oliver leaned in a bit, a smile starting to grow on his face as his confidence rose.  “Felicity,” he said softly, “would you go out with me?”

Her head jerked, then she nodded eagerly.  “Yes.  Yes!”  

Oliver beamed at her, then looked around for John.  When he caught his boss’s attention, Oliver gave him the thumbs up and got a head nod in return.  Turning back to Felicity, he gave her a wink and pulled himself a beer, then walked around the bar with it.  

She was smiling, too, by the time he reached her.  “Hi,” he said, sliding into the stool next to hers.  “I’m Oliver.  How do you feel about the Mariners this year?”

“They’re gonna go all the way,” she said confidently, before holding her hand out to him.  “Hi.  I’m Felicity.” 

And while the Mariners didn’t go all the way–they lost in the wild card game–Oliver and Felicity did.  They went all the way.

End.