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Turf Wars part 6

“Where are we going?” Kevin moaned, picking up his feet as Veronica dragged her friends through the muddy, grass less trailer park.

Archie was smirking at the dark haired girl who’s face was set in a stern line of determination “Ronnie, you’ve got to slow down, this is more exercise than Kevin can handle.” He elbowed Jughead expecting him to laugh along, but one glance at his best friends face showed he was not in the right state of mind for jokes. “Hey buddy? You okay jug?”

Jughead knew this place all too well, the tin can trailer homes, the broken basketball hoop all of the kids called a court, even the busted up RV the Serpents used for “special deals.” This was once his home, he knew the man who ran this place. That man was his father and the thought of seeing him again after all these years, it made him sick to his stomach.

Veronica finally broke the silence
“Betty lives here, she’s our friend now and I thought it would be nice to pay her a visit, let her know we accept her and all of her friends, no matter where they come from.” She played with her pearls as she stepped over a tree branch with her Louis Vuitton’s. yeah this was not gonna go over well. Jughead looked over to see the way Archie nervously tugged on his letterman jacket, he seemed to be thinking the same thing, the rumors were always spreading about how the south side hated all of Riverdale, wanted them all gone.

Neither of the boys had the heart to tell Veronica any of this, so they quietly bit back their fears.

“Aha!” Veronica stated, pointing to a group of men all in “serpent” tagged leather jackets “we can just ask them where Betty is.” She moved to go ask as Kevin followed blindly. Jughead and Archie both pulled the pair back quickly
“Why don’t we wait? I’m sure there’s someone less…” Archie started

“Lethal” Jughead filled in

“Yes, lethal. I’m sure there’s someone less lethal we can ask.”

Veronica tsked, “don’t be ridiculous archiekins, they’re just people.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and made her way over to the gaggle of bikers, gently tapping one on the shoulder. Almost instantly the entire group turned around, Kevin flew backwards and into Jugheads arms. Jughead looked down at the flamboyant blankly and released him, shaking his head.

“Hi! I’m Veronica Lodge and these are my friends, we’re looking for another one of our friends her name is Betty Cooper. I was wondering if you knew where I could find her?” Veronica asked in her positively, perfectly mannered way.

The three boys prepared for the worst, as the men exchanged glances, when suddenly the tallest one spoke

“Sure sweetheart, Betty is probably hanging out by the big blue trailer, you can’t miss it, yellow mailbox right out front. If she’s not there, she might be over with F.P at the bar, try the trailer first.” The terrifying looking men all smiled and went back to their conversation as Veronica thanked them cordially.

Jughead and Archie just stared slack jawed at the scene that had just taken place, that had not been what they were expecting. As Kevin shuffled them along, the men all turned to Jughead stopping him in his tracks.

“It’s the splitting image ya know. It’s damn crazy to see what he would have looked like at this age, now he’s just an old bastard.” The man with the long white beard laughed, ruffling Jugheads hair and smiling.

“Even the fashion sense! Seems like you all have a passion for flannels.” A tall African man laughed causing the whole group to laugh.

They were all smiling kindly at Jughead as he nodded confused and began walking off to meet his friends. What was that about?

Finally the blue trailer came into view and sure enough Betty was there ,surrounded by young men all dressed in Serpent gear. She was in the center of them all, wearing tight black pants and a dark green sports bra, she looked like absolute sin and Jughead felt his mouth go dry. Archie elbowed him from his right and when Jughead glanced over he was wiggling his brows.

His temporary stupor was cut short though, when a man who had about five feet on Betty stepped closer to her, his hands drawn up in fists. What the fuck? Was he about to hit Betty?

“Joaquin told me about this, it’s a kind of training, it’s like fight club, apparently Betty is the best.” Kevin whispered to Jughead, As soon as the words came out Kevin’s mouth, Betty delivered a swift kick and a punch to her opponent sending him directly to the floor, the entire group of men broke out into cheers and a tall dark haired man came out of the huddle of bikers, grabbing Betty’s arm and lifting it into the air

“We have our winner!” He shouted, turning around and smiling broadly. Oh shit.

It was Jugheads father, standing before him and holding the one thing that had been on his mind all week. Talk about coincidence.

All too quickly, Betty’s eyes connected with Jughead and a grin appeared on her face, she reached up and grabbed F.P down to her level, whispering in his ear. The older man immediately snapped his head up and zoomed in on Jughead. His eyes going wide as he dropped Betty’s arm, almost in slow motion the Man made his way to Jughead.

“Son” he whispered, his voice in complete awe.

“Hey dad.”

Feisty Little Hobbit

Overall Summary: You are Bilbo’s little sister but the exact opposite.

Chapter Summary: The company is housed in Rivendell and you make a new friend and meet an old one. 

A/n: This is kind of a filler chapter. I had no idea what to write honestly so there’s not much sassy hobbit. It’s kind of just a more relaxed approach to her. Next chapter will be good (I hope) lol

Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

Much to the dismay of Thorin, the Company is being housed by the elves. You and Bilbo quite enjoyed the scenery, but thanks to Thorin breathing down your neck, you couldn’t really enjoy it. Bilbo could, but you couldn’t.

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anonymous asked:

are you still doing au headcanons? because mckirk au with jim as a fireman and bones is a paramedic pretty please. (p.s: i adore your writing, omg)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • The first time Bones stops by the firestation it’s because someone’s unwell, and it’s honestly the most chaotic place he’s ever seen. Literally, there’s a ridiculously handsome guy twirling around the pole like he’s some top class stripper, and two other guys are just laughing at how ridiculous it looks. “Jesus Jim, go do what you’re paid for,” Chief Fireman Pike calls out to him, before apologizing to Bones. “He’s our best fireman, he’s just… weird.” “Okay.” Bones says, in lieu of a better answer. Pike guides him to a back room where a guy is sitting with a pack of ice against his eye. “Tell me what happened.”
  • A big fire breaks out, and the ambulance arrives shortly after the firemen. Bones watches them work, admiring their bravery. They’re entering a building that’s literally on fire, coming out with survivors. Bones checks them all out carefully before he sends them off to the hospital for more treatment. By the time the fire’s put out, it’s close to midnight. Bones is about to leave when he catches Jim, his face covered in ash and his right arm looks incredibly bruised. “Hey,” Bones says, approaching him. “Want me to take a look at that?” Jim looks at his own arm, grimacing lightly. “Nah, doc. It’s fine.” “It doesn’t look fine. Tell me what happened.” Jim looks tired, like he just wants to be anywhere else but here, and that’s understandable. “Just some elevator incident. My arm got stuck trying to pull out a few people. It’s fine. We saved lives, that’s important.”
  • It turns out, Jim’s incredibly reckless as a fireman. Sure, he’s the gentleman who saves cats from trees, who helps old ladies cross the street, and who is generally just such a good person. But ever since Bones has been transferred to Brooklyn, he’s sent to the fire department there at least once a week because of some stupid reckless shit Jim’s pulled. And he’ll sit with him, despite the whole “I’m fine, doc., I don’t need to be patched up”. Bones will tell him to shut up, and he patches him up. 
  • “Ouch. Ow-Bones!” “For the last time, just sit still! It doesn’t have to hurt so much,” Bones says as Jim tries to yank his head away. There’s a nasty cut just above his eyebrow that needs stitches, and Jim’s just constantly making Bones’ life hell here. “I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Jim grits out through his teeth. “I’ll stop doing it on purpose when you stop getting hurt,” Bones counters. He leans in real close to Jim’s face, eyes trained on the wound he’s stitching up, and he can feel Jim’s eyes burning on him. “You smell good,” Jim finally says, and Bones just. He’s speechless for a few seconds. “Thanks?” Bones says, a little hesitantly, before adding: “You dance real good on that pole.” Jim bursts out laughing, the cutest laugh in the world, and it results in Bones having to stitch him up all over again. 
  • And Jim’s just incredibly strong. Bones watches him carry a full grown man in his arms when he exits a burning building, maybe adrenaline has something to do with that, but it’s really impressive. Bones tends to the guy Jim saves and Jim’s doing great. Honestly, Bones pays most attention to his favorite fireman saving people, and he looks so great with grey stained cheeks, toned biceps and his otherwise perfect hair now a dirty blond, but fuck, it’s a look that works well on him. 
  • When they’re mostly done, Bones sits inside the ambulance, and the doors are open and he’s watching the firemen wrap up their stuff. Bones is watching Jim, and the fireman catches Bones staring, and he walks over. Bones notices a limp in his walk. “You okay?” he asks as Jim sits down next to him. “No, doc., I think I need a checkin-up,” Jim says, and Bones frowns because since when does Jim ask for something? “Tell me what’s wrong.” Bones says, and Jim grabs his hand and places it on his leg. “It hurts.” “There?” “Little higher… little higher. Little higher.” Jim says, and Bones catches Jim’s smug grin as Bones’ hand slides up over Jim’s leg, inching closer to Jim’s thighs as he follows his instructions. “Are you-” Bones starts, and he frowns, “Are you kidding me?” “C’mon, doc, I’m serious.” Jim says, even though he’s laughing. He lifts up his arm and points at this little spot there that’s barely even noticeable. “See this? No one’s ever looked into that spot on my arm. What if it’s something serious? Maybe you should go back to my place so you can give me a full exam.” Bones rolls his eyes. “No,” he says, even though it’s definitely a yes. Jim looks insulted. “Take your stethoscope and listen to your own heart, surely it’s telling you to go out with me.” “Jim, no.” “I wish I was your coronary artery so I could be wrapped around your heart.” “Stop.” “I’m a sperm donor-” “JESUS” Bones bursts out laughing, and Jim’s laughing too, and he’s fairly sure it’s because both of them are exhausted. Jim leans in and pushing him back until Bones is just lying on the floor of the ambulance, and he leans over him so he can kiss him, faint taste of smoke on Jim’s lips. Jim runs a hand through Bones’ hair, realizing an ambulance probably isn’t the best place to continue this, so he pulls away with a smirk and he’s just like: “So, want to go and play doctor at my place?” Bones groans because Jim’s lines are just terrible, but he’s definitely going to Jim’s place tonight.
ANGER

The ride home would feel like ages even though in reality it would only be ten minutes.
You knew you had fucked up the moment you saw Yoongi’s furious gaze across the room. You knew you’d pay the price for it. But you were ready the moment you put your feet on the floor of the party house, hell you were.. you planned this all. This was the payback for letting girls touch what was yours in the first place. Letting those bitches flirt with him and smiling to them so seductively.. you won’t let it pass. He could at least take you in consideration. He was so fucking possessive with you, and you couldn’t say anything? Hell to the no. And you just proved him.


You danced with one of the members, and your oh so short and tight black dress was too tempting for boys not to stare. Of course Jungkook didn’t care at all, you were his friend and he wasn’t stupid enough to get his hyung mad at him. He was a bit worried about you to say the least, he knew all too well how Yoongi was when angry. That’s why he bent to be at your level, for you to hear what he had to say. He had to shout because the music was too loud, you were at some party your friends threw and they were too many people for you to be able to decipher what the other was saying. Fangirls would be quite jealous of you if they knew how many celebrities were attending it.

《 Y/N. You’re sure you want to make him mad? You know how he is when he gets angry right? He could kill you without remorse. I’ve never seen someone so scary without even shouting… 》

You smirked at him. The poor baby was traumatized for real.

《 Don’t worry. I got that in hand. He can’t do anything to me. 》

That’s at that moment your rapper boyfriend lost it. He walked aggressively through the crowd of people to grab you by the arm and pull you out of the house, without even shooting a glance towards Jungkook.


That’s what got you in this situation. A raging and horny Yoongi, his hands clenched around the wheel and you tightening and rubbing your thighs against each other because this situation was too arousing. You could see his huge boner deform his tight leather black jeans. You just wanted to touch and take him whole in your mouth right then and there but seeing how he was mad and not even looking at you you preferred not to. You had to admit you were a bit afraid of what would occur later, just by glancing at him by the corner of your eyes you shivered. The atmosphere in the car was so tense. The silence didn’t help either. But the situation couldn’t have made you even more wet than you were already. Your thin lace panties were soaked and you even wondered if your dress wasn’t too.

You were stopped in your wild thoughts when you realised you were finally parked in front of your shared apartment. You didn’t even have the time to turn to your boyfriend, he was already out of the car, opening the door to tug you out of it.

You were soon in your apartment, Yoongi slamming the door before cornering you on it. Finally making eye contact and talking to you.
He had a hard time breathing normally, his eyes burning their way through your soul, sending electricity down your whole body and to your core. His voice coming out as grunt, deeper than usual.

《 What. Did you fucking do there? Did you think I wouldn’t see you teasing and shaking your ass for the whole crowd to see? 》

You returned his glare, beginning to get angry yourself.

《 And? Did you think I wouldn’t see you flirting with those fucking whores? Letting them touch you? 》

You maintained his hard gaze, you were too pissed off to be a little bit afraid now. Your breathing was starting to get heavy and your breasts to rise at each inspiration you were taking. You could feel your cheeks getting red from anger, lust and longing.

Your staring battle ended when Yoongi started to smile. This fucking crooked kitten smile you couldn’t resist, but you couldn’t let him win. So you just snapped at him.

《 And why the fuck are you even SMILING for? Are you happy because whores flirted with you? Are you tired of me? Is that what you’re trying to make me understand? I won’t have anymore of your shit Min Yoongi. Your mine and mine only, don’t you let other people touch what is mine. 》

His smile faded as soon as it appeared. You knew you made him even more furious than he already was. And he confirmed it to you.

《 I was just thinking how ridiculously cute you were. I think you misunderstood about something. You’re mine as much as I’m yours. I wasn’t even fucking flirting with those bitches, I was telling them to fuck off because I already had a girlfriend. But then you made me real mad. Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you right there in front of all the people who where staring at you when you were dancing? How much I wanted to show them who’s the only one who’ll make you moan, squirm, scream when fucking, whose person you are? Don’t try and make me mad kitten, you even dragged Jungkook to make me jealous. 》

He said all that while starting to stroke you. You shivered at the first contact he made with your body. He grabbed you by the pussy right away, not even giving a care, making you gasp.

So he did realize you were doing it on purpose, but he didn’t stop you? You knew then he just had an excuse to punish you.

You couldn’t think anymore, his mouth was teasing your ear while his right hand was stimulating you through your soaked panties. You felt him smirk against you, his lips brushing your neck making you shiver.

《 You’re already so wet kitten, were you that aroused? Dancing like a slut for me? Thinking how angry you would make me? You want me to be rough with you right? Don’t worry I won’t be a little bit gentle tonight. You’ve been a bad girl tonight. Now follow me. 》

He didn’t let you the time to react to his order. He was tugging you through your apartment to the kitchen. You thought he would go right to your shared bedroom but apparently he had other plans..
He pushed you without any care face first against the dining table, not giving a fuck about the things laying on it. He immobilized you holding you down by your neck with his left hand while he was pulling up the thin black material you wore as a dress, showing your glorious ass cheeks to him and him only.
Your knees grew weaker when you heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. And you moaned as soon as he started grinding his now free and hard election against your clothed ass. He teased you, pressing the head of his hard on right on your clit making you jump from the sudden stimulation. You groaned as he abused your love button as if it was a game. Your eyes started watering when he layed his torso on your back, licking, biting and sucking on your neck. His breath hitting softly your now wet nape.

You grunted your frustration out, pushing down your ass for more friction but he stopped you, grabbing you by the waist.

《 What do you think you’re doing baby girl? Do you want my cock so bad? Your panties are already ruined by all your juices. You wet your thighs and the floor just by mere touches. I bet I can make you cum just with my hand. You know the hand you love so much. 》

He put his hand in front of your restrained head, pressing his fingers on your mouth.

《 Now suck little slut. Suck it well if you wanna be fucked. 》

You didn’t let him say it twice, you opened your mouth and took three of his fingers in. Sucking them like they were lollipops. You rolled your tongue around them and sucked hard, biting a little bit to arouse him as well.

You didn’t have to do it for long, he was also at his limit and to feel you suck his hand like it was his dick was putting him on the edge of sanity.

He didn’t even care about removing your panties, just putting them aside and thrusting harshly the three fingers you had just sucked into you, without warning. A small cry of his name fell from your lips, urging him to move them fast into inside you. And surprisingly he listened to your demand, scissoring his fingers as soon as he put them in. He hit your sweet spot right away and listened to you scream in pleasure. He brought his thumb to your clit, and rubbed the bundle of nerves in a circle motion, stimulating you more and more. You could feel your orgasm coiling in your stomach, you were pushing your ass against his hand, meeting it faster and harder. You couldn’t help but wanting it deeper, you were almost there, you just needed relief more, more.

《 Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Yoongi I’m coming, I’m-..! 》

You felt the knot built into your stomach burning and exploding, sending electricity through all your body, making you arch your back against your lover, your eyes revulsing as you rode out your high.
You collapsed on the table, completely exhausted when you didn’t even do anything. Your breathing was ragged and you were all sweaty when he pulled out his fingers out of you to replace it with something much more imposant.

He pushed into you while you let out a cry from all the overstimulation. You shouted his name as your legs were quivering, risking to let you fall, and your breasts smacking against the table at each thrust. He pounced into your wet core to relieve himself, he wouldn’t last long since he was already that much aroused from pleasuring you. He grunted loudly, his hips smacking into you letting a wet sound be heard each time he jacked hammered you. The table was moving and creaking not following the speed and the strenght Yoongi was fucking you up with. You could feel yourself tightening again from your upcoming orgasm and he did too.

《 You’re gonna cum again? You’re so horny for me baby, come with me. You love taking my cock like this uh? You fucking horny slut. 》

You couldn’t handle this anymore, you were almost there again and his dirty talk wasn’t keeping you sane. You felt him growing into you and this made you crazier as it filled you up too perfectly.

《 Yes, I love you, I love your cock and how you fuck me so good, please fuck me faster, faster. Harder, make me scream. Make me fucking scream Min Yoongi. I’m yours, you’re mine. No other, please make us come! 》

He let out a moan at those words, releasing you to move you around and push you against the kitchen counter grabbing your waist so hard his finger were pressing crescents on your skin. He smacked your ass several times, making you teary from the surprising pleasure you were feeling from getting spanked.
You were breathless, your legs couldn’t support you anymore because of all the pleasure he was giving you. You heard him grits, moaning and grunting your name like a mantra as you were both near your releases.

《 Y/N.. fuck! Aah… I’m-.. 》

He collapsed on you as he thrusted like mad into, his hips stuttering as your orgasm took over. The feeling of his seed shooting inside you sent you over the edge as well in a hoarse cry as you melted on the counter.

When he had been milked dry, the rapper panting hugged you tight kissing your shoulders sloppily making you look at him to meet his worried and tender gaze.

《 Are you ok? Did I hurt you anywhere? 》

You couldn’t help but smile at this soft side of him. And nodded, humming to let him know you were all fine.

He let out a little laugh, kissing your spine before stroking slowly the ass cheeks he had been spanking few moments ago.

《 I love you baby.. I’m sorry I made you jealous without realizing. 》

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty but a lot better than earlier. You turned around to peck him on the lips and hugged him back.

《 It’s okay, I shouldn’t have provoked you too… We’re all good now. 》

He kissed you lightly on the forehead and took your hand in his.

《 We’re all good. Let’s get to bed now. 》

You no humor or personality having ass gays making Manchester bombing jokes now…? Children had to have nails pulled out of their faces and arms, people died mind you, and y'all think “this is the perfect opportunity to showcase my ugliness for attention/sick laughs” grow up.

Let Me Hold You Part 8

 So…yeah I got an idea in my head and I couldn’t shake it.  I also wanted to get some fluff in since last chapter was sad :(  Also as @sam-samcro has figured out, I based a lot of Harley off of me so of course I couldn’t not think of this :D

other tags: @codenamekaraortiz @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

Harley opened her eyes and twisted around, smiling at Juice.  His chocolate brown eyes were already watching her.  

“Bobby’s coming home today.”  Juice said.

“Yeah.”  Harley whispered and tucked her arms in between their chests.

“Opie’s coming home today.”  He said again.  He moved his left hand to her hip and pulled her closer.

“Yes he is.”  Harley laughed as fake confusion passed over his face.

“Something else happens today, right?”  Juice pursed his lips and looked at her.  Harley bit her lip and twisted her feet to move them between his caves.  “Jesus, why are your toes always so cold?”  He squeezed his legs together to keep them there.

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Young Sirius black Imagine | Body changing potion

Request: Could you do a fic where the reader and young!sirius always fight so Lilly makes them switch bodies with a spell, but she doesn’t tell them it was her and Sirius has to deal with the readers period and the reader has to deal with boners. But the marauders know (bcuz Lilly tells them) and they just laugh at them trying to act like each other. Then Lilly turns them back when they learn their lesson. Please and thanks. Xoxox.

Warnings: Swearing

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE AHH

“Sirius! How many times do i have to tell you!?” You shout pulling your notes from underneith his arse.

“Well how many times do i have to tell you not to leave them on the sofa?!” He retaliates causing Lily to groan from beside you.

“Will you two ever get along?” She sighs to which you replied
“Probably not” in sync.

The only flaw in your relationship with Lily and the marauders was that you and Sirius practically hated each other. Or so you convinced the other to think.

“Well, exuse me i need to have a chat with Remus and James” she glares strutting out of the room to find the other two.

As you sit in the corner of the common room, your head in a book you had no idea about the convosation that was now taking place at the entrence to the great hall.

“So let me get this right.. You want to slip (Y/N) and Sirius a potion that with make them swap bodies?” James asks for the second time his eyes lighting up once Lily nodded.

“Thats briliant, how do you even come up with this stuff” James beams kissing lily’s cheek.

“Guys i’m not sure” Remus states causing Lily and James to roll their eyes.

“I wont keep them like that for long just a week…or two” She smirks in James’ direction.

*    *    *     *

“Oh, is someone sat here?” You ask walking over to your usual seat at the gryffindor table to find a goblet of pumpkin juice.

“No, i poured you one, you too Sirius” Lily says causing you to smile at her nice gesture.

“That tasted funny” Sirius says downing his goblet.

You shrug finding it tasted no different than normal.

That night you went to bed early feeling more tired than usual.
“You know what, i think i’m going to agree with you for once, i’m tired too, night everyone” Sirius says following you out of the common room.

The next morning Sirius woke feeling extreamly different, for a starter he was confused as to how much his hair had grown in just one night as he woke up to it covering his face compleatly.

Kicking the covers off of him he also felt smaller than usual.. lighter even.
Sitting up he looked down at his legs in horror.

Before him were soft (Y/S/C) legs and small feet with black paint on the toes.
He jumped out of bed as fast as he could running to the bathroom and looking in the the mirror.

“What the- WHAT THE-” He says looking at the girl infront of him and then realizing it was not only his looks that had changed but his voice too.

Running as fast as he could out of his dorm room he crahsed into another running body, much bigger than his new one and extreamly familiar.

“YOU’RE ME!” They say in unison.

“Is this your idea of a prank!?” you shout at yourself-Sirus.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing!” He glares.
“What are we going to do?” You exclaim

“Theres only one thing for it, we’re gonna have to act like each other untill the magic wears off” he says
“This is going to go horribly wrong” you say running a hand through your surprising soft new hair.

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“Hold Still Sirius!” You say trying to fill one of your-his eye brows in.
“I dont understand why this is necissary” He says in a whiny voice.
“Do i really sound like that?” You grimace.

“And its necissary because you need to make people actually believe you’re me” you say finally finishing his make up.

“right now for clothes” You both exchange a small pile of clothes and head towards your new dorm rooms.

“Oh, and no looking!!!” You make sure to shout before dissapearing into the boys dorm room feeling extreamly out of place.

Quickly getting changed and trying your hardest not to look you walked back down to the common room.

“Hi Sirius” Lily smirks as you take a seat on the sofa.
“Um, hi" you say awkwardly watching as you-Sirius appeared.

Your day was avent full to say the least.

You tried your best to avoid everyone, you even missed lunch. But dinner you could not get away with.

“You walk into the great hall taking your usual seat quietly.

"Alright there mate?” James smirks filling up your goblet.

“Yup, i’m great” You say hopefully convincing enough.
“Err, (Y/N) you might wanna button up your shirt a bit" You glare at Sirius sitting infront of you.

“I dont know, i think i’m digging it” He smiles contently making you kick him hard under the table

“OUCH, okay, maybe not” He says stifly buttoning up your shirt right to the top.
You could see the others stifling laughs but decided not to say anything.

The next few days were pretty much the same, you tried your hardest to stay away from everyone unless it was Sirius having to give him tips and do his makeup every morning.

You were walking down the stairs to the common room when your heard your voice shout “WHAT THE FUCK” from the girls bathroom.

You groan hurrying to see what was wrong now.

“Theres blood in my fucking underwear” Sirius sighs sitting on the bath room floor helplessly.

“Its called a period” You say stifling a laugh.

“But i cant get periods i’m a g- oh god” He says putting his head in his hands.

“Hey, its fine, dont worry ill help you through it” you say nicely for the first time.

“You will?” He says looking up you see his eyes watering.

“Why are you crying? Calm down, its not the end of the world” you smirk.

“I cant control my fucking emotions” he says standing up and pacing the bath room
“Here, you’ll need these" you say handing him supplies.

“You do realize you’re gonna have to explain all this to me right?”

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“Look, we need to take showers. You’re starting to smell, and everyone thinks its me” You say to Sirius once you’re alone.

“And you need to wash your hair, i’m starting to look as greasy as Severus” Sirius says examining the hair on your head.

“Dont talk about him like that, but you’re right” you sigh in defeat.

“Can’t promise i wont look though princess” You watch him wink before you both part ways.
Twat.

Standing in the steamy shower you feel yourself relax. Surly this should be wearing off soon right? And everything would be back to normal.

Totally forgetting who you were for minute you got out of the shower and walked over to the full legnth mirror and froze.

“Oh my god” You breathed out realizing you were staring right at Sirius’ body.

You took in his appearence, his arms and toned stomach, the way his wet hair fell messy on his forehead and-

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no” you say over and over noticing the boner you had accumuleted.

“Go away!” You stomp your feet in a very un Sirius like way.

Deciding you needed guy help you run to the girls bathroom with a towell around your waist. Letting your self in you saw Sirius sat on the floor bright red in the face and a towell tightly around him, thankfully covering up my body.

“Sirius i have a problem” you say awkwardly.

“I peeked” He says suddenly

“YOU WHAT?”

“I couldnt help it! Here i was getting dry and BAM theres a mirror behind me that i didnt notice before.” he says turning even redder.

“Me too” you sigh.

“Wait-”

“Siriusihaveaboneranditwontgoawayandidontknowwhattodopleasedontlaugh” You say quickly supprised that he managed to understand you.

He put his hand over his mouth trying not to laugh but failing as tears from laighter are soon leaking from his eyes.

“SIRIUS!” You glare.

“Okay, well first of all, i’m flattered. And second of all, its doesnt just go like that” He says clicking at the end.

“So i just have to wait” You say annoyed

“Yes” He says stifling another laugh

“Great. Just great.” You say noticing you would be leaving for dinner in 5 minutes.

“If its not gone by dinner i’m not leaving the dorm room” you say running off to get ready.

*   *   *   *   *

”Hide it better!” Sirius glares as we enter the great hall  taking our seats as quickly as possible.

Its been 10 minutes and you still couldnt get what you saw out of your head.

“You two okay?“ Remus asks by the looks of thinks trying not to laugh

“Fine” We say in unison.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” We all look around to see Severus calling you-Sirius.

“You better go and sit with him” You smirk pushing a piece of hair out your face.
You saw your own face harden and Sirius sigh behind it.

“Yes. Of course” he says standing up, the other trying not to laugh.

“Why are you laughing? I- she can be friends with whoever she wants to” you say out of character.

“Oh, thats not why were laughing” Lily smiles sweetly.

“See somethign you like Pad?” James winks causing you turn a deep shade of red realizing what they were talking about.

“You know what? I’m not really hungry anymore” You say walking off in a strop.

“Sirius wait!” They all call but its too late you’ve gone over to you-Sirius grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the hall, people giving you strange looks.

“I’m sick of this” You say as you reach his dorm room.

“I- dont know, its kind of been nice” He admits causing you to look up shocked.

“Dont tell me you have actually enjoyed this” You laugh

“Hardly any of it, just little things. Like how every one respects you. And how your hair is really soft and smells nice, and turns out being nice to everyone is well..nice” He shrugs causing you to look down.

“You’re right” You sigh

“You smell nice and and quite frankly your bed even smells nice, you’re hairs soft and to be honest, its cool having so much attention all the time” you say lying on his bed.

“Yeah we need to change back now, we’ve been each other for too long” He laughs sitting next to you not making the bed move as much.

“So, what we gonna do? Do we go to the hospital wing?” You ask

“Leave it one more day, then we’ll get help” He sighs falling back next to you.

Before you knew it you were asleep.

You woke up hearing Remus, James and Lily talking.

Streching you arms you tuned over opening your eyes to see sirius lying next to you. You sit up straight looking down at you arms and legs.

“SIRIUS! SIRIUS WAKE UP LOOK!” you shout exitedly jumping on top of the lazy boy infront of you landing on his lap trying to shake his shoulders.

“What?” He says with his eyes still closed but notices his voice in no longer girly and sits up looking at his hands before steadying you as you nearly fall of his lap and onto the floor.

“I’M ME AGAIN” He exclaims then looks at you.

“And you’re you” He says softly moving a piece of hair out of your face his touch giving you goose bumps for the first time. Side affects of the um-Magic probably?

But you could finally admit in now. That you like Sirius Black. And you liked him alot.

His hand still on your face he began to lean in closer to you, his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a second before planting his on yours. His hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders you hear an all too familiar voice.

“Woah, we only wanted to make you friends.. You liked each other the whole time?” James smiles causing you both blush.

Sat on the sofa in the common room curled up in Sirius’ arms you decide to ask him the question you have been wanting to ask since you got changed back.

“What was your favorite thing about being me?” You ask the others now listening in.

“Definitely standing infront of the mirror naked” he smirks causing you to push his shoulder and his friends to laugh.

Bad Boy and Innocent Girl

kikteamisbae said:
I was wondering if you could do Michael smut where Michael is the bad boy of school and he pulls the fire alarm and everyone starts to leave but he pulls you into a locker room or a washroom and you two do the dirty dirty
Okay tbh loved this idea

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Polar opposites. That is how I would describe Michael and I. Michael is a typical bad boy of the school, all black clothing with the piercing and tattoos, and the constant change of hair color. And he also has a bad reap that everyone knows. Always skips school, gets drunk, you know the drill.

Me on the other hand, have never skipped a day of school in my life, gets straight A’s. Have never gone out past my curfew and have never drank. Nothing changed when I met Michael. I first met Michael in class, we hung out a couple of times, and now here we are in a relationship. People still look at us like we are insane since we are so different, but doesn’t bother me.

A bad boy with an innocent girl.

I rolled my eyes, turning another page of my paper to continue taking notes for AP History. I hate this class with a passion, but my parents are making me take it for an extra thing on my transcript. Just as I was about to start notes again, the annoying sound of the fire alarm went off. I silently cheered as I made my way out of the classroom.

My arm was pulled out of the sea of people and faced with my favorite human. “Hey pretty girl, I wanna show you something.” Michael said. “As much as I would love that right now, we’re suppose to be outside.” I respond. “Nah, I pulled the alarm.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Michael!” I said, hitting him lightly. “What? I just wanna fuck my girlfriend without having the whole school hearing you.” He winked.

I blushed, looking down. Michael took my chin in between his fingers, making me face his green eyes. He led me to an empty room, and pinned me up against the wall. His touch sends a waterfall of goosebumps over my body as he kisses me, his eyes filled with lust and his lips soft and plump.

I relax under his grasp and let my hands twist into his hair, tugging lightly. He moans and I can’t help but smile. He grinds lightly against me, the sensation sent right to my core. I regain a little dominance, attaching my lips to his neck. He lets his head fall back giving me more room to kiss his neck, letting out a loud moan.

“Y/N, you’re meant to be an innocent girl,” he half groans. “How do you know how to do this without me knowing?” “I guess you bring out the best in me, Michael,” I murmur against his skin, sucking lightly. “Holy shit,” he breathes.

He paws at the hems of my t-shirt and in one quick swoop I throw it to the ground. He unclasps my bra in a matter of seconds. I wrap my arms around his neck, still grinding on me, a little harder now to create friction, now it’s him kissing my neck. He finds my sweet spot in seconds and I moan his name.

“Mikey, I want you so bad,” you say breathlessly, palming him through his, now even tighter, jeans. His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out one last deep moan before saying, “Scream as loud as you want baby girl, no one can you hear you now.”

His jeans are gone in a matter of seconds along with my skirt. “Please Michael,” I whimper again as my hand trails downwards between my legs. I’m desperate to feel some relief from the constant throbbing between my thighs, but my motions are stopped by a strong hand wrapping around my wrist. “Don’t even think about it baby girl,” Michael growls, “that’s my job.”

“Fuck Michael,” I keen, my hips beginning to buck upwards once again. “Patience Y/N. You’ll get what you need.” Michael tells me as he sheds opposing piece of fabric, leaving his erection to spring free.

My mind fogs over as he approaches me, lining his dripping cock up with you. Yearning overtakes my entire being as he teases his tip through my saturated folds. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me. Do you want it babe?”

Unable to answer, I nod  frantically only stopping when I feel his hardness press against your opening. The pressure causes my back to arch and an almost animalistic cry to fall from my swollen lips. Michael pushes into me and I languish in the felling of his thickness stretching me in the most satisfying of ways.

I lock my ankles across his back as he surges in and out of me, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every thrust. “Fuck Michael! Harder! Please Michael give it to me harder! I need you to fuck me Michael! Please!”

Michael gives in, his rhythm becoming faster and his thrusts plunging even deeper into you. I can feel my orgasm building and I warn him as best you can.
“Fuck Y/N. You’re so tight. Are you going to come for me? Such a good girl, taking all of my cock. I know you can come for me. Let it go baby girl. Let it go for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

His words are all I need. I thighs begin to quake as my mind drains, focused entirely on the swell of pleasure growing in my abdomen. Cries of his name are torn from my throat as my orgasm rips through every cell in your body. My muscles clench down around Michael’s cock as he continues to pound into me, determined to milk my orgasm for all it’s worth.

“Shit Y/N, fuck. Fuck.” he groans into my ear as my contracting muscles pull his own orgasm from his body. For a moment, we are silent. “My innocent girl isn’t so innocent any more.” Michael whispers.

Love is Weird - Peter Parker x OC
A/N: I don’t even know what to say. I should not be up this late. BUT I DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL.

A/N part two: I’M SO PISSED I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS BUT IT DIDN’T HAVE THE STORY YET, AND IT HAD ALL THE TAGS, SO I HAD TO DELETE IT. DO YOU GUYS EVEN KNOW HOW LONG THAT STUFF TAKES?

Request: This was requested by an anon. The anon asked that I used their OC (Juliana), so I did. We messaged, it’s all good. (hey wassup girl idk if y’all are reading this)

Prompts ( 1 , 2 ): “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” “Run away with me,” and “I didn’t think love existed until I started loving you.”

Warnings: Idk, asshole teacher, pissed mom, running away (attempt?)

Words: I don’t fucking know I’m not paid to do this (1378)

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The Switch (Peter Parker x Reader)

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You didn’t get to start your classes until the next week, so you had kept yourself busy and out of danger helping Tony with whatever he was working on at the moment. You were glad to be getting a degree in computer engineering (thanks to Natasha for the pointer), but Tony taught you a lot more in depth than you classes did. The day before you were set to start your new education, Tony walked into his lab, not surprised to see you beat him to it.

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Michael sister imagine

 Your Michael younger sister that no one knows about not even the boys. Well Calum does but it’s been at least 3 years since you have seen your brother and your parents back in Australia. 

You decided too surprise your parents and brother for Christmas. You had everything set up, and was on the plane to your home country. After a good 23 hours on a plane next to some guy that never shut up, you get a taxi after getting your lounge and tell him the address. 

 You were wearing shorts, with a long sleeve one shoulder shirt that had nirvana on it with sandals. “ Thank you ,” you tell the taxi driver after paying him and giving him a tip. 

You started to walk up too your, old home. The reason why you had left was because you always got into fights, for standing up for this one blonde hair kid. Knocking on the door, you heard you’re mother yell from inside the house. “ Get the door Michael!” Smiling you waited for the door too open, and 5 seconds later it opened to reveal not just your colorful older brother but the blonde kid that you us too get into fights for. “ Y/N!” Michael shouted earning the a look from the blonde hair boy. He picked me up and spun me around, “ What are you doing here, baby Clifford?” 

“ Well I wanted to surprise you and are parents. “ Smiling down at him, we walked into the living room. Not only were are parents their, but so where Calum Mother and sister. Who use to watch me when I was little, and some other people. 

“ My BABY!” Mom yelled pulling me out of Michael arms, and embracing me in a warm hug. She turned around to everyone else, “ Everybody this is my youngest and only Daughter Y/N Rose Clifford.” And that’s when everyone erupted in greetings, “ baby sis this is Ashton and his mom Anna, his two siblings Laura and Harry, you already know Calum and this is-” 

“ Luke Robert Hemmings.. I know who he is..” 

“ Okay then, but anyway back to the Christmas Party!” 

“ We need to talk after this Hemmings.” I tell him, while walking away to find my dad. 

for aeneapsych, who’s feeling kinda down. have a kinda coffee shop!au, kinda college!au, derek-hates-going-to-book-club-but-laura-makes-him sterek ficlet.

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Derek huffs audibly through his nose, and Laura’s quick to glare at him. He just glares back; it’s her fault he’s in this stupid coffee shop in the first place. He could be at home reading or working on his dissertation – not at some lame book club with a bunch of strangers.

“Welcome,” Laura smiles brightly at everyone, and Derek rolls his eyes. A few people eye him warily, and no one takes the seat beside him. Thank god for small miracles. “Thank you for coming to our very first Classics Book Club meeting. I assume you’ve all read Dracula, so who’d like to start?”

Derek crosses his arms and watches boredly as a few people pull out notes they’d taken during reading or flip through the book. One woman raises her hand. “Hi, I’m Eileen. I’m a Psychology masters.” Laura smiles and nods encouragingly. “I was most taken with the concept of vampirism being used to reinforce Victorian sexual anxieties and the fear of moral corruption.”

Derek actually snorts. How cliché could you get? He’s not even an English PhD and he knows a trite observation when he sees one. Laura kicks his foot and encourages the woman by adding on to her point.

It’s going to be a long fucking night.

*

For some reason, Laura thinks it’s a good idea to drag Derek back to Book Club two weeks later. This time, they’ve read Beowulf, and Derek is just waiting for the drivel that will come out of everyone’s mouth.

He’s rolling his eyes at someone discussing how the dragon represents avarice when they’re interrupted by someone asking, “Is this the Book Club?” The kid looks around at everyone seated in a circle, with copies of Beowulf open on their laps, and then grins. He holds up his copy. “Awesome.”

Derek distracts himself from the inane comments people are making that he remembers from his Brit Lit survey back in undergrad by watching the newcomer. He’s a bit older than Derek originally thought, though he’s one of those faces that’s hard to tell if he’s young looking or actually young. Derek watches as the kid flips his chair around and straddles it, the material of his khakis pulling tightly across his thighs. He tips his chair forward, so far that Derek is just waiting for him to faceplant, his glasses sliding down his narrow nose as he flips through the book.

“I think that’s right, but I think there’s more to Beowulf’s death than that,” the guy says. “I think the poet is pointing to the end of the old heroic Germanic tradition. Beowulf’s an anachronism in his own epic.” That gets Derek’s attention. He sits up a little straighter, tilts his head to the side as he studies him more closely. The guy waves his hand. “Hi, by the way. I’m Stiles. English masters, sorry I’m late.”

“Welcome,” Laura says with a smile, “Please continue.”

Derek watches as Stiles talks: the way his hands flutter expressively in front of his face, the way he rocks back and forth in the chair, the way his amber eyes light up from excitement behind his glasses as he talks. And he actually makes good, thoughtful points.

Laura gives Derek a smirk as they heard towards the car afterwards, and Derek flips her off.

*

Stiles is on time for the next Book Club. He sits across from Derek, bending his copy of A Room With A View back and forth. Derek would say the gesture is a nervous one, but Stiles looks like he’s completely at ease; it doesn’t take more than a passing glance to realize Stiles never stops moving.

Derek doesn’t listen to a word of the discussion. He’s too occupied with watching Stiles. The way Stiles bites his lip when he’s thinking, the way he nods as he listens to someone’s comments, the way he unconsciously pushes his glasses up his nose or messes with his hair. Derek’s mesmerized by his fingers, by the way they look flipping through his book, pale skin against rough, white paper. Derek stares when Stiles chews on the edge of his thumbnail, when his tongue pokes from between his lips to wet them before he speaks.

“Glad you finally found something interesting at Book Club,” Laura says as they walk to their cars. Derek’s still too busy thinking about Stiles to respond.

*

After the next book club, Derek is slipping on his coat when someone comes up and says, “Kafka not your thing?” Derek turns to find Stiles standing beside him, small smile on his face. “Large, giant man-roaches don’t interest you?”

Derek huffs out something that could be considered a laugh. “I have no problem with The Metamorphosis.”

“Just with the idiots who talk about it in Book Club?” Derek raises his eyebrows, and Stiles laughs. “Dude, you are like the least subtle person on the planet. I can judge how much time passes by the location of your eyebrows.” Stiles pulls his eyebrows down in a caricature of Derek’s expression. “The less space between your eyebrows, the later it is. If you’re sporting a unibrow, it’s almost time to go.”

Derek just scowls. “You can’t tell me you find this intellectually stimulating.”

Stiles shrugs. “It’s not so bad. I mean, they’re not all English grad students. Throw me into even a remedial chemistry lab, and I’d be making them roll their eyes, too.” Derek grunts as he puts on his scarf. “So, why do you come if you hate it so much?”

“Laura makes me,” Derek explains as they walk out of the coffee shop. Laura is still talking to a few of the other members, and Derek waves as they pass. She raises her eyebrows in interest, and he glares at her. “She thinks instead of just reading the books by myself, I should be more social and come here to discuss them twice a month.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Stiles says. “Are you an English PhD, too? Are they just ripping apart the argument in your dissertation?”

“History,” Derek replies.

“Ah,” Stiles says. “Cool.” They walk in silence until they get to the street corner. Stiles looks at Derek awkwardly and gives him a tentative smile. “I’ve got to go this way, but hey, it was nice talking to – “

“Do you want to go get coffee?” Derek blurts.

Stiles looks at him with a confused smile. “We just left a coffee shop, dude.”

Derek mentally kicks himself for his stupidity. “Nevermind, it was a stupid – “

“I’d go get coffee again,” Stiles interrupts. His eyes are bright behind his glasses, the orange glow of the streetlamp reflecting off the top of the lenses, his cheeks flush from the cold. “Coffee’s cool.” Stiles’ eyes get wide as he claps his hands together and grins. “Have you been to the donut shop off fifteenth? They have this blueberry donut that doesn’t sound that exciting, because you know, blueberry donut’s pretty pedestrian, but dude, you gotta taste it.”

“Okay.” A wide smile crosses Stiles’ face. Derek feels something inside him uncoil and warm, and it’s an uncomfortable feeling, albeit not an entirely bad one.

“I hope you can keep up with me, because I’m totally ordering a dozen. No use getting anything less.”

“Oh, I can keep up,” Derek drawls, “You might have to order two dozen.” He looks over at Stiles and smiles, and Stiles’ entire face lights up.

Stiles starts rambling about the different donut choices and Derek thinks, yeah, not a bad feeling at all.