Request:“You and Jungkook are secretly dating and there’s a scandal telling that he’s hiding his relationship" - from mymisstina
Word count: 1.8k
You pulled back the curtain and peered out,
squinting against the sunlight. Your neighbor was taking out the trash and a
woman was jogging past. You scanned the street for anything suspicious, then
pulled the curtain closed.
“Can we just have the curtains open,
please,” your dad called from the couch, not turning away from the TV.
“No,” you said. “Not yet.”
“What are you expecting to see, exactly?”
your mom asked. You turned and watched her fold laundry on the dining table.
“I don’t know,” you said. “People taking
pictures of the house. People throwing eggs.”
“Honey, no one’s looking for you.”
You opened the curtain again and looked
around. You knew that she was right, and you weren’t sure why you were struggling to relax. They couldn’t exactly track you down based on a dumb cutesy nickname.
But you were worried that your anonymity might make the whole thing more
intriguing. They didn’t know who you were, so finding your identity might seem like
a challenge to some of them.
You glanced down at your phone, wishing
that Jungkook would hurry up with his rehearsal and text you. He always knew
how to sooth your anxiety. Even when the pictures came out, he knew exactly
what to say.
It was two days earlier. You were in his dorm,
on a date. Your dates were almost always confined to either his place or yours,
as going out together would cause too much of a stir. He had left the room to
take a call, and reentered looking worried.
“What?” you asked.
“Don’t be mad,” he said. He sat close
beside you and held your hand. “I did something dumb.”
i don’t understand the “date a girl with daddy issues” thought process because let me tell you, i actively HATE the man who gave his sperm for my creation so if you are trying to come into my life to prey on my “weakness” when it comes to men, don’t look so surprised when i rip your balls off and filet them right in front of you. thank you.
“Jimin, why do I have to come with you on a date with a girl? I don’t want to be the third wheel once again, like every single time you have asked a girl out,” your hands were crossed sitting on the couch, while your stepbrother Jimin stood in front of you. Jimin and you become step-siblings two years ago, since then he has used you to get girls. Today was the day, he would use you once again. There was just something about him, that made you say yes to him every time. This made you feel used or you was getting used by your own stepbrother. “I’m tired of it"
"This is the last time, after this, I won’t ask you a thing. I’ll buy anything you want, just come with me this time,” he bent a little down to be the same height as your eyes, looking into your eyes with his beautiful eyes that you tend to stare in. Your mom and his dad were on a holiday leaving you all alone with Jimin, that didn’t take that much care of you anyway. He was either busy with his friends or talking to girls, so most of your time was spend in your bedroom. “Fine"
pre-serum!Steve x Reader, Bucky Barnes, OMC (Eddie)
um smUT liKE I PROMISED A DuH, jealous
steve, insecure steve, lmao
don’t evEN FigHT mE, praise
of dirty talk, unprotected
sex (wrap it up before you fuck up) spanking, a
bit of angst maybe? Idk reader bewareee
Summary: As Sheriff Keller’s daughter, you have a lot of rules you have to live by and having Kevin as your protective older brother doesn’t exactly make things easier. Because of this you hid your relationship with Jughead but one night they both found out the truth.
“I really don’t think that’s what Rosebud meant,” you said to Jughead as you walked down the street together, hand in hand. You had just finished watching Citizen Kane at the drive-in. Because of how long the movie was, mostly everyone left before the end. That gave you and Jughead the opportunity to talk over the movie to point out details to one another.
Jughead rolled his eyes. “It’s just something that he liked as a child, representing his childhood.”
“But you’re missing the point!” You laughed. “Rosebud symbolizes his childhood and how it shaped him into the man he was when he died.”
“I disagree.” He shook his head.
“You’re wrong. Just say you’re wrong.” You laughed.
“Fine. I’m wrong.” He laughed and kissed you. You stood on your tip toes and kissed him back happily, loving the little “arguments” the two of you had almost daily.
You slowly pulled away but kept your arms wrapped around each other. “I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you said to him.
Jughead glanced at your house and saw your father’s truck in the driveway. “I could sneak in through the back door,” he suggested. “And I could sneak into your room and I could stay the night.”
“And we can argue about Citizen Kane again.” You smirked.
“Exactly.” He laughed and kissed you. “Come on. Just this once?”
“You’re a bad influence, Jones. What would my father, the sheriff of the town, say?” You grabbed his hand and led him towards your house.
Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?
tfw people are personally offended by ur touch aversion and somehow equate saying “please don’t touch me, i have told you multiple times that it makes me very uncomfortable” to “i hate you and want nothing to do with you at all do not show affection towards me ever i am having a terrible day and want everyone to die” this isn’t about you!! i don’t like being touched by anyone please for the million time respect my boundaries!!!!
Steve Rogers and the Father-In-Law of Doom *x Reader* 2/5
Summary: Your whirlwind relationship to engagement with Steve Rogers, left little time to meet family members. With yours and his work, it left little free time, till now. Chicago, where your father resides. Dr Henry Walton Jones Jr and Steve Rogers go way back. Characters: Steve Rogers, Indiana Jones, Sam Wilson, Howard Stark, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff Pairing: Steve x reader
Note: This was inspired when I watched Indiana Jones, the first movie was set during WW2 and figured, he’d know Peggy and stuff if universes collided. I’ve had to change Indy’s age a bit, to fit with Marvel universe, so things are kind off. Don’t question it too much, go with it. - Rosalee
(This has been queued the day before it goes up. I’m away on break, therefore editing is kinda hard, please be patient if there’s mistakes. I’m working through them now.)
The dining table was filled with awkward tension and unspoken words. You would’ve blamed it on the fact it’s still morning, everyone is still trying to wake up but you aren’t that lucky, it’s due to your father. His steely glare made everyone on edge in the morning for breakfast, he made breakfast in absolute silence, even your brother was twitchy around him.
“So…” Mutt, your brother,(whose name is Henry but everyone calls him Mutt), began and gained the attention of everyone’s eyes. He looked around nervously for a second, “Any… How is wedding planning going?” you sighed gently and looked at your brother, who simply shrugged, at least he accepted Steve.
You half shrugged, “We haven’t really discussed the wedding, yet.” That earned and amused chuckled from your father as he cut into his eggs, sunny side up. “We didn’t want to set anything in stone because we were hoping to get married in the chapel where grandma and grandpa got married, then you and mum,” you softly smile as your dad looked at you, “and I was hoping to wear mum’s dress, I know you kept it.”
For a brief moment, you see a glimmer in your dad’s eye, a sort of happy sadness behind them. When your mum passed away it was left to your dad to look after you, he stopped his adventures and became a full-time teacher, he did his best and still does; he’s just a little protective now, well a lot. The look is soon replaced by a grumbled no, and a shake of his head, you bite your lip and feel a deep weight drop in the pit of your stomach.
“Dad, please will you just-” Your cut off by him slamming his knife down onto the table, the glasses of orange juices rattle and everyone stops, unmoving and all looking down at their plates as if they’re being told off too.
“I said no.” He tells you firmly, “and I mean it, Y/N. No more talk of a wedding, my decision is final. The chapel is where every Jones man has been married. Steven isn’t a Jones and he never will be,” you both stare at each other and he’s the first to look away; picking up his knife and going back to finish his breakfast.
You look across to Steve who looks just as devastated as you do. You didn’t expect this type of reaction from your dad, even if he did know Steve from back then, you didn’t understand why he hated Steve so much and was so against you marrying him. A part of you wondered if maybe it was because he didn’t want you to grow up but he seemed fine with your line of work.
You sighed and face planted your bed, Steve stood and leant against the doorframe watching as you moved to lay on your back, a small pout pulling at your lips and a deep frown as you stared up at the ceiling. Steve’s eyes glanced around the rest of your childhood room, various posters; mostly maps of various places your dad had been.
On your dresser was a photo frame, Steve walked around your bed and to the dresser where he picked up the white frame. Smiling at the younger you, you had your arm around your brother and you seemed to be in some jungle, your mother and father behind also grinning at the camera.
“You look just like her,” Steve comments and turns his head to where you’re still looking up at the ceiling, he sighs and puts the frame down surveying the room once more before walking to your bed and laying down with you. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
You nodded. “If I knew this is how he’d react I would have eased him in a little more,” you muttered, voice hardly above a whisper.
“It wouldn’t have mattered,” he shrugs, “Your dad hates me. No matter how we told him, what we said, it would have always turned out like this.” You both fall into silence for a few seconds, “maybe… I should talk to him. Just me and him, alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Stevie.” You chuckle taking a hold of his hand gently, he shakes his head and you exhaled softly, “if you think it will work then sure, I’ll take the guys and my brother out for an hour.”
Steve watches as you sit up; stretching your limbs before leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips then leaving the room to round everyone up. His eyes stay on the pale blue walls of your room, drifting to the open window where the breeze ruffles your curtains, this isn’t how he pictured feeling when meeting your father. He expected some hesitation due to how fast your relationship was, a little anger for not being told till now, but he didn’t expect to not be accepted.
You call his name from downstairs, he gives it one more second before he gets himself up and walks down the creaky, old, staircase where everyone was pulling their jackets on. Your brother and Sam chatting about some sports games, Bucky was giving Steve a nervous smile, Natasha and Clint talking amongst themselves. He feels a hand clap onto his shoulder, Tony smiled encouragingly at Cap.
“Stand your ground, let him know that you love her and nothing will stop you from marrying her, trust me, Henry Junior, will commend your bravery and confidence.” Steve let’s slip a sigh at the advice, not sure whether to take it or not, he hadn’t even decided what he’d say to your father when alone.
“He’s in his study, he goes there to think, so could be a good sign.” You slide up as Tony slips away and out the front door, Steve nods with a fake smile as your wrap your arms around his neck. “If you need back-up, call me. Don’t let anything he says get to you, he’s an overprotective jackass, but he’s still my dad. Just… try to be his friend?” You suggest and Steve rolls his eyes with a chuckle, shushing you with a gentle kiss, “I love you.” You grin as you walk out the front door, leaving Steve in your dad’s home alone, with him.
Steve walks down to the end of the hall; passing the living room and to a burnt red oak door that had your father’s- father name on a plaque. He lifts his hand to knock, hesitating before pulling the hand away. He couldn’t do it: he couldn’t face the man that wants to eat him alive. He should’ve asked for Bucky or, at least, Sam to stay behind, as a precaution.
Biting his lip he paces a few quiet steps on the wood, stopping and looking at the door, once more opting to not knock. It’s pathetic really, he can fight and face aliens and Hydra, but your dad? No way. All he wants is his blessing, all he wants is to be accepted, all he wants is for Henry to accept the fact that you love Steve.
Without a second thought, Steve knocks the door, hard, three loud knocks.
“Enter.” Is all that he receives and he takes ahold of the golden door handle, pushing it down to open.
*Indiana Jones p.o.v* (I may revert from Indiana to Henry through this, sorry if I do, I’m trying to stick to just Henry for now.)
(Credit to Gif owner- I couldn’t find you, even though this was from tumblr gif search!)
Henry closed the door to his study and let go a few short breaths of air. His hands still balled into tight fists, anger coursing through his veins and he’s sweating with anger, almost. He pushes off the door and walks to the brown desk, sitting in the old leather chair and resting his elbows on the surface, face in hands as he tries to control his temper.
He looks up making eye contact with the photo of his father, he looked almost judgemental, as usual. His piercing eyes staring directly into Henry’s, as if to say, you’re doing everything wrong and being an idiot again. He reaches forward and grabs the frame, opening up the top draw to hide the photo, only he’s met with another gaze.
His breath hitches briefly as he looks down at his wife, his love, your mum. It was a photo of just her, in Egypt, him and Marion both went back for their anniversary. Her bright smile, loving eyes, you had her eyes and smile. She’d know exactly what to say, she wouldn’t have let him get this angry, she would have liked Steve. He rolls his eyes at the photo as if she would just shake her head back at him. He picks up the photo gently, studying it for a few seconds.
“You would be on her side,” he sighs. “She’s getting married, our little girl and I don’t know what to do,” he hears the pacing of the footsteps outside the door, Steve footsteps. “I’m talking to a photo, I’m losing my mind.” He places the photo down as the door knocks, three loud taps and he contemplates being silent, but when he leans back against the chair he catches Marion’s gaze once more and he sighs. “Enter!”
“Sir, I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna sit there and listen to what I have to say,” Steve tells him firmly and Henry raises an eyebrow at the tone, “please?” His voice lacking the authoritative nature from before.
“Go for it, spright!” Henry stares at the man before him, shaking with determination or maybe, fear? One of the two. His eyes briefly glance down to the photo, catching the gaze of his wife, he leans back against the chair in nonchalance. Ready to hear whatever this idiot wanted to say but already knowing it wasn’t going to change his mind.
Henry watches as Steve thinks how to word his next, heroic, speech. “I came here with the hope that I’d be meeting the girl. that I love, dad. I didn’t care what her background was or how many people I had to meet before we got married, I just wanted a blessing, I wanted her family to acknowledge our love and accept it.” Henry quirks a brow to let him know he’s still listening. “When I saw you, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, I knew you’d make it difficult but… I love your daughter and she loves me, isn’t that enough? To stop whatever vendetta you have out for me? I’ve proved enough that I love her! To some it’s fast but I’ve lost my best years to the army, to the ice, I didn’t want to wait because I’ve waited too long for happiness.” Steve finally breathes normally after that, his eyes shining with love and compassion, hope.
Henry nods slowly, mulling over the marvellous speech that was probably, prepared for this moment. It’s silent as Steve stands, shifting from foot to foot, waiting to hear some kind of response from Henry who is looking down at the desk. He’s looking directly at the photo, knowing he’s in over his head with this. Marion would have everything sorted within an hour, she would’ve welcomed Steve in with open arms and a wide smile, of course, apprehensive at first but she was kind and loving; like you.
“Y/N looks just like her,” He hears Steve mutter and looks up to see Steve looking at the photo also.
Henry nods. “She’s just like her mother, looks and personality, all her best qualities are from Marion.” Steve nods slowly, “I know what you’re doing and it’s not working.” Henry grumbles, taking the photo, gently, and placing it in the draw, shutting that a little forcefully. He’s glaring at Steve now, seething with anger, trying to use the photo of his wife as a distraction.
“I don’t think that’s true, sir.” Steve offers gently, “There are times when I can now see she’s like you, your brashness and needs for adventure, I met her at a party. Introduced by Stark, obviously, he knows everyone. She was so… different. She holds her alcohol better than my friend, Bucky,” Steve chuckled at some memory that he conjured up.
Henry rolled his eyes. “Just like her mother, trust me. Not an ounce of me in that kid, Spright. Marion could drink men under the table and had a mean right hook, it’s why I loved her…” Henry smiled to himself. “Her last name is Jones but she’s a Ravenwood. Those women are one of a kind; intelligent, street-savvy, adventurous and beautiful…” He looks at Steve who is nodding, agreeing, “And too good for you!” Henry snaps causing Steve to sigh. “I don’t know what you thought this little speech would do but it didn’t work, Marion, my wife may have liked you but she’s not here.” He turns his chair away, defiantly, crossing his arms and he looks at the window. Seeing Steve’s reflection, his shoulders slump as he turns around, opening the door before giving one last look at the back of the chair.
“I’m sorry you lost, Marion,” Steve sincerely tells him. “Y/N, she has your stubbornness, I don’t want her to lose her dad over me or for you to lose your daughter.” The door is shut gently and silently.
You returned back to the house, sighing gently when you see Steve sat outside, sat on the porch with his head in his hands. Your brother leads everyone inside through the backway, letting you and Steve have a moment of privacy.
“I made it worse,” Steve mutters as you sit down beside him. “I said this whole grand speech then ruined it by asking about your mum,” you cringed that was always a sore topic. “I don’t want this feud between anyone, I don’t want your dad hating me or you hating your dad.” Steve sighs, you wrap your arms around him.
You breathe in Steve’s scent as he rests his head on top of your own. It’s silent between you both, the wind blowing through your hair but the warmth Steve provides is comforting. “It will all work out, I promise.” You mumble into his chest. Before you can console him some more your phone rings, breaking the intimate moment between you. “I got to take this.” You stand up and walk a few steps away from Steve, answering the phone to one of your colleagues. They say one word, one little word and you’re running inside, pushing past everyone and to your room.
You start packing together a bag, not noticing the concerned look Steve has at the doorway. “Finn just called, they’ve found it, Stevie.” You grin but go back to packing, “all this time we’ve been looking. It was right under our noises, well, the last piece was in France but Indonesia. They’ve found a temple, it may have the sword of Lü Dongbin’s, considering he’s one of the eight Chinese immortals… Indonesia, that’s so strange and France?” You question and ramble to yourself.
“You’re leaving?” Steve asks, finally, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Who’s leaving?” You look behind Steve’s broad shoulder to your father and you grin, knowing this would make him happy.
“They’ve found it,” it’s all you need to say before your dad pushes pass Steve and hugs you, joyously. “I’m getting a plane and meeting my team there, I’m sorry for leaving, especially when I just got here and we haven’t even discussed-” You’re cut off by your dad.
He starts helping you pack. “Nonsense, you need to go and be there. We’ll discuss whatever you want when you come back, it was so nice meeting your friends and… Steve,” he smiles brightly and you quirk an eyebrow.
“Steve is staying here, so are the rest of them,” Both your fiance and your dad look baffled. “I’ll be back within a week. And when I’m back, I expect you both to be getting along, got it?” You asked crossing your arms.
(Let me know what you think, sorry it’s taking so long for updates. Been busy, next one of this will be next Saturday. - Rosalee)
Request: I was wondering if you would
write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are
protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of
the team members.
Your dad loved you. You were his daughter after all. All the
avengers loved you dearly in their own little way. Mostly because you weren’t
as arrogant or stuck up like your dad. You loved them back just as much.
Summary: When Lin materialises in the meadow, he tires to not let out his frustration with future you onto 1999 you.
Word Count: 1,092
Authors Note: The Time Travellers Wife au because inspiration hit? Maybe multi part if you want? A gift for @fragmentofmymind written by @habibtiharry ILL NOW GET BACK TO MISCAST FIC!
June 1999, you are 17 Lin is 31 (from the year 2011)
Lin had stumbled over a piece of wood when he had materialised in the meadow, groaning a little when he made impact with the hard floor.
He got up quickly, pushing the leafs out of his hair and the dirt off his body. He sighed in relief when he realised he was in the meadow. He had just had a fight with you right before he disappeared and he didn’t want to have to go looking for clothes in the streets. He wasn’t in the mood for the weird looks and trying to find a good excuse as to why he was naked.
He made his made his way to the edge of the meadow but stopped before he entered. Were you there, or back at the house? Did you just leave him clothes? How old were you? He was thinking very hard when his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a cough from the meadow.
Lin peaked his head only to see you with your school books in your lap, a pile of your dads clothes neatly folded and some sandwiches in a box.
“You can come out,” you said nonchalantly, still focusing on your school work “I know you’re there.”
“Turn around.” He said sternly, he didn’t want to let out his frustration with future you onto younger you. After all it wasn’t your fault, yet.
He saw you raise your eyebrows but you turned around nevertheless, he quickly ran out and grabbed the pile of clothing, going behind the tree and quickly getting changed.
When Lin came back out you had closed your school books and was looking at him with a large grin and he just shook his head, taking a seat on the blanket.
“I thought I told you to turn around, what If I had come out here naked?” He said in all seriousness but you didn’t detect it and huffed playfully.
“I did turn around,” you said smartly “I just turned back again.”
He rolled his eyes and took one of the jam sandwiches, bitting into it.
You took a moment to look at him closely, he looked older than the last time he came. His hair was cut shorter, he had bags under his eyes that he didn’t the last time, you wondered what year he came from but you didn’t ask. The last time you asked you had gotten a scolding.
“You know I can tell you that,” he had said sternly “don’t ask again.”
He wasn’t his usually self today, he wasn’t chatty or funny. What was going on in his life currently? Are you in it? Are you friends, are you… more?
God, you hoped so, in real time you were just 2 years apart, you had begged him to tell you what city he lived in at the moment but he shook his head, urging you not to go look.
“It will happen when it happens.”
“So it will happen?”
Lin chucked the crust of the sandwich into the box and put his head in his hands, sighing heavily.
“Are you okay, Lin?” You asked softly, and he looked up at you, brown eyes burning into your skin.
“Fine.” Lin wasn’t trying to be mean, but he was livid. He looked at you and saw you recoil a bit, his eyes softened “Just a stupid argument.” He said gently.
“Oh,” you said, feeling intrigued “About what?”
Something stupid, Lin thought. Your parents had asked you to come over for Christmas and Lin insisted not to, because they hated him.
“You should have seen the look your dad gave me last time I was over, he hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you! He just thinks your.. different.”
“He hates me, he hates my job and personality and I’m not spending my favourite holiday with them!
“They’re my fucking parents Lin, you have too!”
In retrospect, maybe it was his fault. You had to deal with so much being with him. Him disappearing all the time, sometimes days on end and when he came back to you. You wouldn’t complain, just hug him and whisper into his neck about how relieved you were that he was okay.
“Sometimes I forget,” you had said once, when he has disappeared for the whole week and came back with a broken leg “you don’t always go to the meadow, you can go somewhere that is dangerous.”
It wasn’t just Christmas though, you two had been on edge a lot recently it felt like anything can set you off, the doctors appointment about the time travel, the baby…
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.” Lin said with a smile and you shifted your gaze from him and out into the open meadow, eyeing the green trees that weren’t moving. There was no wind, only sun having it being July and it was almost time for you to go inside, your mother was probably about to call you for dinner.
You looked back over at Lin who had now taken your history textbook and started to flip through it. You smiled when his tongue stuck out in concentration. Yeah, you weren’t going to leave until he left.
You’re heart always ached when he left, there was one time a year ago, where he had stayed for 3 days and that was the best time of your life to date. That’s when you realised what you felt for him wasn’t just an infatuation.
“Was the fight with your girlfriend?” You asked bluntly, looking at him with a stern face and he looked up at you.
When Lin saw your face he couldn’t help but smile a bit, at the mention of ‘girlfriend’ you had looked angry. If only you knew, that you were the one on the other side who had gladly accepted him into your life, but he can’t tell you that. You would just have to stay angry for now.
“Wife.” He corrected “Yes, I got into a fight with my wife.”
He saw your smile drop even more and you moved so your legs were crossed, you picked up your notebook and started to take notes harshly. It was becoming so harsh you ripped the paper.
“Woah,” Lin said gently, resting his hand on yours and rubbing his thumb on your knuckles “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” you said in a whisper, tucking your hair behind your ear “Fine I just, I thought it might be -” might be me. You cut yourself off quickly “Don’t worry.”
Lin looked at you, he hated seeing you so upset and he wanted to say that it was you, you were his precious wife that he loved dearly. But he couldn’t, so he just draped his arm over your shoulder and let you place your head into his neck.
Yup, I definitely didn’t need emotions today. HOW DID YOU KNOW I LIKED THIS BOOK?! WHAT? I YELLED WHEN I SAW THE AUTHOR’S NOTE.
Could I send in a request where Michale’s BFF or girlfriend (whichever) sees that Charlotte is making eyes at him and gets annoyed and then when she sees Michael returning the look she angrily says Charlotte is only interested to piss off daddy. Michael gets annoyed and days “so what?” And goes to talk to Charlotte. Later on, still hurt and angry, she ends up hearing Charlotte and Michael going at it and cries in the stair well?
This one is pretty angsty. And I took some liberties I hope that’s okay. Also I don’t condone smoking; Don’t smoke kids!
It was too much. Everything was becoming too much. Jason. Archie. Grundy. The gunshot. His father. School. You. You. Jughead lets out a frustrated snarl, pacing his room with his head in his hands, beanie discarded on his bed. He tries not to think about anything but everything comes rushing into his mind. All the questions with no answers and all the questions with answers he doesn’t want to hear.
Why would anyone want to kill Jason? Why was he killed over a week later? What other twisted things did Grundy plan to do to Archie? Should he tell someone? When does Mr. Flutesnoot need the chemistry project by? What were you doing with Chuck by the lockers before fourth period? Where does his dad go so late at night?
five keys that daisy gives jemma and one key that jemma
Jemma follows Daisy down the street and into the hardware
store without really paying much attention.
She’s making notes and jotting down a list of the things
they need to do for their first project in biology, so she doesn’t really put
two and two together until a key hanging from a plastic tie drops on top of her
Jemma makes a noise because the metal could’ve scratched it
and lets the key fall into the palm of her hand.
She looks up at Daisy brows furrowing, but before she can
ask, Daisy turns around and starts walking out of store.
Jemma hurries after her, and ends up catching her outside in
the corner standing in line for the ice cream vendor.
“Hey!” Jemma says as she passes two people in line after
Daisy who grumble at her. She ignores them and steps up beside Daisy.
Daisy gives her a look out of the corner of her eye.
Jemma tucks the tablet underneath her arm, and motions her
other hand with the key in it.
“What’s this for?”
Daisy turns to her then, and raises an eyebrow. “You’re
always talking about how I keep losing my locker key…”
“Because you do,” Jemma interrupts her.
Daisy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. That’s why I’m giving you
Jemma gives her a confused look, “That doesn’t make any
Daisy rolls her eyes, again.
“You never lose your keys.”
“But we’re not talking about me,” Jemma says feeling a
little wrong footed.
Daisy sighs exasperated and orders both of them ice cream
since she’s up next.
She pays and takes the ice cream from the vendor before
handing Jemma her strawberry cone and taking a bite out of her marshmallow,
chocolate and peanut and covered in sprinkles chocolate monstrosity.
“You’ll have my key,” Daisy says in between licks of ice
cream as they walk back towards Jemma’s home. “That way if I ever lose it…”
“When,” Jemma interjects under her breath.
Daisy shoots her a look from the corner of her eye, and
rolls her eyes once again.
“Fine, so when I
lose it, you’ll have the spare.”
“That actually makes sense,” Jemma says haltingly. “Why
didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are?”
Jemma stops walking giving her an incredulous look.
Daisy bursts out laughing. “The look on your face!” She
continues walking, eating her ice cream and chuckling.
Jemma squeezes the key in her hand tightly feeling the teeth
biting against the skin of her palm and follows after Daisy because it’s what
she always does.
The Agreste family is so rich that they can afford to commission Nintendo to make them one of those paintings from Super Mario 64 that leads to an alternate dimension where Gabriel vaguely cares about his son enough to put his arm around him one time.
Kai Parker x Reader ( x Klaus Mikaelson & Caroline Forbes)
WORD COUNT : 1890
AU :Klaus is still a hybrid , Caroline is born from a werewolf bloodline and they have a child together. Caroline dies in childbirth breaking Klaus’ heart but just when everyone think she is dead , Caroline wakes up and they realise that she had died with the baby’s blood (who has Klaus’ vampire blood) in her system. Later on she turns into a vampire. Years go by and Reader grows up into a young woman. After Kai gets out of the Prison world , he meets Reader and falls in love with her.
*not my gif __________________________
Kai thought the day Bonnie finally let him out of the Prison World she had him stuck in for over 20 years was the happiest day in his life , but he was wrong. The happiest day in his life wasn’t the day he had gotten his revenge on the Gemini coven , it wasn’t even the day thanks to the Maxwell bell he got out of Hell either. No. The happiest day was when Kai had met her. Y/N.
Kai had spent his first few weeks back enjoying every moment. Even the people walking and talking loudly on the streets made him feel happy , it was so nice to hear the buzzing sound of conversations , laughter … to see people running around like ants. None of the things that usually would bother him did.
Kai sat on a bench in the town square , that’s when he first saw her. There was something different about her , in the way she walked and looked at the world around her. She sat on a bench not far away from him , letting a small pile of books down next to her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. At some point she looked in his direction and smiled. What kind of a person smiles at a complete stranger ? he thought looking around to see if there was someone else. There wasn’t. She took one of her books , opened it and started reading. Kai waited a few minutes. The girl had peeked his interest , so he decided to go and talk to her.
“Hi.” he said smiling at the girl. “Do you mind if I … Can I sit here?” She glanced at him and nodded with a smile. “Sure. I’m just waiting for my mom.” said closing the book. “Are you new in town ?” “Um no … not really.” Telling someone you’ve spent the past 20 somewhat years locked away in a magical prison world was not the way to start a good conversation , he thought to himself. “ I’ve been away for a while.” he laughed nervously. “Sorry , manners. I’m Kai.” he said outstreching a hand to shake hers. “Y/N.” the girl said smiling , shaking his hand. Suddenly Kai felt all warm and fuzzy. What was happening to him ? Something wasn’t right… but at the same time deep down he knew that finally in his life something was right. He sneaked a peek at the book Y/N was reading. A school book about history. She noticed him starring at it. “Using every free moment to study.” Y/N laughed nervously.
They talked for a while and every time Y/N smiled or laughed Kai got the same warm and fuzzy feeling , his heart beating a little bit faster.Y/N glared in the distance. “Oh there she is.” she said starting to gather her books. “My mom , I mean.” she added after seeing Kai’s confused expression. He followed her gaze and saw someone familiar but definitely not friendly walking towards them. “Yeah , I have to go too.” Kai said starting to get up but he was too late. Caroline was standing a few steps away from him and Y/N. He prepared for the inevitable burst of anger from her. “What are you doing talking to my daughter !?” Caroline nearly screamed at Kai , yanking Y/N’s hand away from him. Kai looked confused. She was Caroline’s daughter ?What ?! Caroline looked pretty much the same as the last time he’d seen her. It wasn’t possible , was it ? “It’s OK , mom.He is a friend of mine.” Y/N said calmly , looking embarrassed. “Sorry , over protective mom.” she added. Kai’s eyes darted between her and her mother , clear shock on his face. Of all the people in this town … What are the chances ?! he thought “He is NOT a friend. That’s Kai who put that awful spell on Elena and he is the reason why Bonnie will never get to see her again !” Kai started to say something but Caroline didn’t let him. “Stay away from my daughter!” Y/N turned towards him mouthing “Ignore her. I’ll call you later.”
*** (A few hours later …) ***
Kai had expected Y/N to reject him. Caroline clearly would’ve told her everything about him , all the things he had done … so the surprise when Y/N walked ino the Grill and headed straight for him with a smile on her face was huge for him. “So ..” she started “ I realised something on my way home. We never exchanged phone numbers.” Y/N laughed , starring at Kai’s startled expression. He laughed , unsure what was happening. “I just … I just assumed after Caroline told you who I was , my past… ” he said trailing off , still unable to believe that Y/N had come back looking for him. “Oh please , my father has done worse things.” she smiled. “Plus I am not one to judge…and I really want to get to know you.” “I want to get to know you too.” Kai said smiling too. They spent the rest of the evening talking , laughing and learning about each other. Y/N was a witch , just like him but she also had the werewolf gene. Kai told her about his family , his childhood , the Prison worlds (tho he was vague about it) ; how he had turned into a vampire but being a siphon before he was now both , a hybrid. He felt like he could tell her anything which was new to him and the more they talked , the more this warm and fuzzy feeling he had in his stomach grew bigger.It took him a few moments to realise what this feeling was , he had only experienced it once in his life but it hadn’t worked out. Suddenly all Kai wanted was to kiss Y/N , pull her close and never let her go.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I don’t think I can do this.”
“Steve, don’t act like this. We’ve gone through it before. I love you, no matter your age…”
“And it’s not like you’re really that ancient. You were put under at a young age; when they unfroze you, you were still that age.”
“So really, you’re only like… eight years older than me.”
Steve sighed. The two of you had gone through this a few times. He really did like you, but every time the two of you got close to being ‘serious’, he began to question everything. “Y/N, stop. I can’t… besides, your dad hates me…”
You rolled your eyes. “He does not hate you. He just… doesn’t like to think of anyone dating me. He’d act the exact same way if it were Thor or Bruce or Clint.”
Steve shook his head. He’d said his piece. He was going to stand his ground this time. It would be better in the long run if you found someone else (ahem, younger) to be with. “I’m sorry.”
Steve turned and walked out of your room, steeling himself from looking back. He didn’t hear your footsteps behind him, didn’t feel his phone vibrate with an incoming text or call from you.
Tony walked past your room. “What’s with the long face?”
“It’s nothing, Dad.”
Tony walked in, flopping down next to you on the bed, giving an over-exaggerated sigh. “Come onnnn. You know you want to tell me.”
“No, I really don’t.”
“Aha!” Tony sat up, holographic screen popping up from his watch. “Your heart rate increased, meaning you’re lying. So what did Rogers do this time?” Tony’s face dropped in horror. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”
You shook your head. “He decided to leave, once again.”
“Not because you’re pregnant, I hope.”
You turned to your father, eyes wide. “Are… are you saying you… don’t want to be a grandpa?”
Tony paled and looked as though he was about to pass out.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Chill, Dad. I’m not pregnant.”
“JARVIS, uterine scan.”
After a few seconds, JARVIS responded. “All clear. Your menstruation is prepped to start in four days.”
Tony looked you over. “So… Rogers dumped you? Why?”
“He said he’s too old for me,”
“Which he is.”
“And he thinks you don’t approve.”
“Which I don’t.”
You leaned back against your pillows. “Look… just… never mind.”
Tony studied you for a few minutes. “Do you love him?”
“Depends on what you consider ‘love’.”
“Don’t get all poetic on me. Do you love him?”
You shrugged. “I thought I did. But I can only take so much on-again, off-again stuff before I realize it’s time to move on.”
Tony nodded. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Things will work out.”
Steve looked up, finding Tony staring daggers at him. “What?”
“What’s this I hear about you breaking up with my daughter?”
“What’s it matter to you? You hated our relationship.”
“That’s before I understood how much Y/N loved it.”
Steve’s brow creased. “So… what are you saying?”
Tony straightened his shoulders, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “What I’m saying is… my daughter is the most important person in my life… and her happiness means more than any grudge I may hold against any old timers.”
Steve took a step towards Tony. “So… this is your way of apologizing?”
“I never said that.”
“And your way of giving me permission?”
Tony nodded. “Permission to date her, yes. But make no mistake—I find out you hurt her in any way, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Thank you, Tony. I can respect how much it took for you to do this.” Steve clapped his hand on Tony’s shoulder.
Tony tried to suppress his glare. “Don’t touch me. And don’t you even think about getting Y/N pregnant.”
You looked up at the sound of knocking. Steve stood in the doorframe, a sheepish look on his face.
“Can I come in?”
You shrugged, watching Steve take a few tentative steps towards you. He carefully held a bouquet of daisies out to you.
“Would you accept these?”
You sat up slowly. “I suppose…”
Steve handed you the flowers. Then, in the other hand, he pulled out a box of chocolates. “These, too?”
“Steve, what is this about?”
“I… I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”
“And… and I really do love you, Y/N. The only reason I tried to find excuses to…”
Steve nodded. “Right. The only reason was because I… I worry that you’re going to get fed up with me.”
“Why would I get fed up with you?”
“Because I’m old–”
“Fashioned. Old-fashioned. I don’t understand technology or modern entertainment. I like learning from you, but I’m afraid you’ll get tired of trying to teach me.”
“Steve, I meant what I said earlier. I love you. And I love teaching you about this time period, just as much as I love hearing you talk about the past.” You stood, looking up into Steve’s eyes. “Nothing will change that.”
Steve smiled at you. “Your dad gave me permission to date you.”
“Finally,” you said under your breath.
“So… if you’ll have me….”
“Of course, Steve.” You bounced up on your toes, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “Just promise me one thing.”
“No more complaining about how old you are.”
“I shall try to control my tongue,” Steve said with a smile.