(hey look i made a thing! wonders: they do never cease)

  hey guys, just thought i’d whip together a list of some of my favourite authors most motivational   quotes. i especially love using these in bullet journal spreads. hope everyone is having a wonderful new year!            


          oscar wilde 

  “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” 

  “always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much” 

  “with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” 

  “to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance” 

  “be yourself; everyone else is already taken” 

  “to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all” 

  “it is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it" 

  "you can never be overdressed or overeducated” 

  “yes: i am a dreamer. for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”


          fyodor dostoyevsky

   "there is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it" 

  “power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare” 

  “happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it” 

  “the cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month”

  “to live without hope is to cease to live” 


         james joyce 

  “i am tomorrow, or some future day, what i establish today. i am today what i established yesterday or some previous day” 

  “a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors… are the portals of discovery” 

  “he found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible” 

  “life is the great teacher” 


         charles dickens 

  “the sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on” 

  “there are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”“a loving heart is the truest wisdom” 

  “i ask only to be free. the butterflies are free” 

  “we forge the chains we wear in life” 

  “an idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” 

  “no one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else” 


         franz kafka 

  “start with what is right, rather than with what is acceptable” 

  “anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old” 

  “logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live” 

  “a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us” 

  “believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made” 

  “my ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me” 


         ivan turgenev 

  “we sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars” 

  “if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin” 

  “time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes crawls like a worm, but people may be unusually happy when they do not even notice if time has gone quickly or slowly” 

  “don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself- the whole savour of life lies in that” 

  “we’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves” 


         george orwell 

  “happiness can exist only in finding acceptance" 

  "the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection” 

  “freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear” 


         victor hugo 

  “laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face” 

  “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” 

  “curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery” 

  “to learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark” 

  “to love beauty is to see light” 

  “adversity makes men” 

  “our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds” 

  “there is nothing like a dream to create the future” 

  “all the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come”

  “perseverance, secret of all triumphs”

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
Read it on AO3

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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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Mafia! Johnny

» An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.

  • Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
  • But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
  • He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
  • He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
  • Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion 
  • But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
  • Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
  • Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
  • He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
  • You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
  • His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
  • When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
  • Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
  • So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
  • But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
  • Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
  • He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
  • He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
  • Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
  • He smelled like honey and smoke
  • “Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
  • “Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
  • The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
  • He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
  • When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
  • He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
  • He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
  • He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
  • A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
  • He never told the boys  because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
  • You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
  • It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
  • When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
  • Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
  • You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
  • You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
  • You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
  • He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
  • He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
  • That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
  • Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
  • It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
  • He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
  • He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
  • His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
  • Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.

A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!

Love Bites

Request from @harrypotter11345 : Hey. I saw that your requests are open and thought I might put in a request. Okay, so what if you did an imagine where it’s the aftermath of the reader and draco making out…so they both have hickeys everywhere and they are getting stared at by everyone. Hopefully that makes sense….

Yes!! I love this idea :)

Draco’s gentle lips lightly brushed your neck before sucking sweetly, causing a sigh to erupt from your throat. It was the first time the two of you had done anything like this; you’d only been together three months but it felt like years. You couldn’t tell Harry, Ron or Hermione about the two of you: they’d never forgive you and besides, it was nice having a secret. You looked up into his eyes before chuckling. You sat up, grabbing his shoulders and flipping the two of you over so that you were straddling him. Your turn now to give him hickeys, you leant down and sucked just below his jawline, “Mmm,” Draco commented, letting his hands wonder along your back as you left a sweet trail of love bites down his neck and chest. You ceased, the two sitting up, your legs still wrapped around Draco’s waist. You smile, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked in a sad tone. You frowned, nodding toward the clock on his bedside table. It read 7:45pm, meaning the whole school will be due back from dinner at any moment. “I hate having to leave you, but we can’t risk anyone seeing us together.” You declare, bending down to pick up your tie and double checking to make sure it was indeed yours and not Draco’s. “Sometimes I think it’d just be better to tell everyone.” He comments, purposely frowning. You’d undone the first four buttons of his school shirt which made your whole body want to stay but you knew you mustn’t. “And have to deal with the fallout of Harry, Ron and Hermione? That’s a death sentence and a half.” You reply with a slight chuckle despite being completely serious. You stop to do up your buttons and do your tie, watching Draco’s frown transform into a smirk. “What?” You question, a small smile appearing on your lips. “The boys have this meeting with Umbridge tomorrow, they’ll be out nearly all night.” You get onto the bed, crawling on all fours over to Draco. “But aren’t you supposed to be going?” You question, leaving mere inches between your lips. “It’s such a shame I’m feeling under the weather, don’t you think?” He asks, smiling. You roll your eyes, Draco closing the gap between the two of you before pressing his lips to yours for a long kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.” You say as you get up off the bed and stand up. Draco winks as you close the door behind you, sprinting for the Y/H common room before anyone leaves dinner. 


You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, sighing as you turn it off and sit up, in turn watching as the rest of the Y/H girls slowly come to as well. You groan, rolling out of bed to get ready for the school day ahead of you. Some of the girls raised an eyebrow at you but you didn’t think much of it: you always looked like a pile of shit in the morning. You eventually made it to breakfast; looking around for Draco obscurely, he was nowhere to be seen. You sat down next to Ron, Harry and Hermione and immediately placed two sausages and a slice of toast onto your plate. Considering you missed dinner last night to be with Draco, you found yourself starving. You begin with light conversation, joking around with Fred and George whilst the trio started plotting for the next DA meeting. “Say, what’s that blue mark on your neck, Y/N?” Fred asks, leaning over the table to get a better look. “Think there’s more than one of those on her neck, Freddie.” George comments, smirking. You roll your eyes but you immediately feel your cheeks up: as far as anyone’s concerned, you’re completely single and think Draco Malfoy’s the scum of the Earth. 

“Think Y/N’s got herself a boyfriend, eh? Come on Y/N, who’s the lucky lad?” Fred asks, chuckling along with George. This seemed to interest several of your fellow peers sitting close by as all heads are turned towards you. “What do you mean, Y/N’s not got a boyfriend?” Ron queries, leaning over Hermione to grab your chin to get a better look at the target of the sudden buzz of conversation. “Of course she hasn’t Ronald. You haven’t have you, Y/N?” Hermione questions, scolding Ron before turning to look at you. Lost for words, you take a bite of your toast - you hoped the conversation would die off soon because you didn’t feel you were in the right place to explain who exactly gave you those hickeys; shit - or more importantly why Draco Malfoy has them as well. 

“Look it’s none of your business-” You began, feeling a light tap on your shoulder. You look up, noticing everyone wore dirty looks. You span around, looking up to see Draco stood before you, biting his lip. “Professor Snape asked me to talk to you about the project we’re working on.” He blatantly lied, his voice strong and convincing although you knew what he actually wanted to talk about. You nodded your head, standing up whilst everyone around you whispered things to each other. You stepped away from the table so much so you were out of ear shot if the two of you talked quietly. You glanced at his neck, spotting the dark purple marks that traced their way down the light porcelain skin of his neck and under his shirt collar. “I don’t think we thought this through very well.” He justifies, smiling slightly. You look over to your friends, who all seem to be analysing the two of you - you hoped to Godrick Gryffindor they wouldn’t notice Draco’s hickeys as well. “I don’t either, which means next time we have to be extra careful.” You reply, returning the smile. “I’ll meet you half way through dinner tonight? I’ll stay in my room and then wait outside the hall so that no one gets suspicious; even more suspicious than they already are.” He says, making sure to be extra quiet. You nod, returning back to the table. “So we’ll have to finish the last parchment off in class.” You finish, making sure to say it in a fairly distasteful tone. Draco nods, but before he turns away, someone from where you were sitting chimes in. 

“What’s on your neck, Malfoy?” George asks, this time in less of a jokey manner. You felt like the whole world stopped and turned silent as Draco paused in his tracks and gently swirled around. “It looks like-” Hermione begins and you pray to God they don’t make the connection. “A love bite.” Harry finishes. By this point, the whole of the Gryffindor table had stopped to listen and you even noticed the likes of Snape and Hagrid watching the situation unfold, too. Everyone looks between the two of you before they erupt in a flame of interrogations. “Him?!” “Are you going out with him?” “Do you like HIM?” “What’s going on?!” You try to say something but you can’t manage to utter anything out. All they could see were the large purple marks that you gave each other last night. You look up to Professor Snape for any kind of guidance but he just sat there smirking. Suddenly, you felt your feet running toward the doors of the Great Hall with Draco’s hand linked with yours. When you were finally in the hallway, you turned to him. “I hope you have a bloody good hiding place for the next two years because we’re dead.” You exclaim, slightly out of breath. Draco chuckled, “Til death do us part.” 

Identity Part Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Word Count: 1302

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: Okay but real talk this gif is an accurate representation of me after watching homecoming. I have so many new ideas now and I loved Ned so much he was such a great character. If you’ve seen the movie let me know your thoughts because I want to discuss. Personally it has become my new favourite spider-man movie which is a lot for me to say. You can read part one , three four and five here :)

Your fourth period science lesson seemed to drag on longer than usual; the various formulas that scattered the board appeared to be nothing but nonsense to you. Sadly science was never your calling and it was starting to show in your grades. You wouldn’t know what you would do if you didn’t befriend the bubbly goofball that was Ned Leeds, he was the reason you were passing the subject now as he took it upon himself to tutor you. He also became one of your closest friends over the past few years and just so happened to be the best friend of Peter Parker. After everything that went down yesterday you were unsure of a lot of things. Like if Peter was actually Spider-man, if Peter had feelings for your best friend or if you had feelings for the boy yourself. And most importantly what you were going to do about homecoming. 

An idea surfaced your mind at the thought of the upcoming dance as you glanced beside you at your science partner. Nudging his shoulders shyly you became a little embarrassed about the situation but you wouldn’t let yourself back out now. “Hey Ned.” The boy was busy concentrating on his notes when you interrupted his thoughts. He turned to you with a friendly smile on his face as always. "What’s up?“ 

Your nerves were showing as you looked at the table instead of his face; words leaving your mouth in a rush. "I hope this doesn’t freak you out but…do you wanna be my date for homecoming? I know you’d probably rather go with anyone else but Liz bailed on me and I just want to be around a friendly face-" 

Your rambling was cut short when you felt Ned place his hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t over think this Y/N. Of course i’ll go with you, I’d be a shitty friend if I declined.” Looking up you grinned widely at your friend and immediately engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.“Uh you’re honestly the best.” Pulling away from Ned another thought crossed your mind that caused a smirk to appear on your face. “So how’s it going with Betty?" 

At the mention of her name Ned instantly gets red in the cheeks; sighing as he leaned forward on the desk.  "That would mean something would have to actually start.” Those words made you break a little inside. Ned was one of the nicest guys you knew and he’d been hung up on Betty Brant ever since kindergarten yet not once had he made a move. It hurt to see your friend this way, especially since you knew they would be perfect for each other. 

Trying to cheer him up you slung your arm around his shoulder playfully. “Oh come on Ned, she’d be crazy not to like you. I know Betty, she’ll so be into you.” He seemed to perk up a bit at the thought, peeking over his shoulder to talk to you. “You really think so.” A light chuckle left your lips as you ruffled his hair a little knowing that it annoyed him which you were successful in doing as he hastily tried to fix it by running his fingers through it.

 "I know so.“ His mood seemed to brighten after your words of encouragement, a small smile gracing his lips at the thought of Betty Brant liking him. His feelings for the girl never ceased to make you aw as if he were a small puppy dog, he sure had the heart of one. Now visibly happier than before, Ned decided to change the topic back to you. "So how are things going with your hunt for spider-man?" 

You were so caught up in the Betty and Ned drama that you’d almost forgotten about how you’d practically discovered Spider-man’s true identity. And now sitting besides Peter’s best friend you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew about the secret too. Dropping your voice to a low whisper, so that you couldn’t be overheard by nosy teenagers, you leaned in closer to the boy. "Actually you could help me with that…" 

Ned’s body instantly stiffens at your suspicious words, not doing a very god job at hiding his knowledge from you. After a moment he seemed to snap out of his trance as he shrugged his shoulders, pretending that he had no idea what you were talking about. "What do you mean?" 

"Peter Parker. He’s your best friend and i’m almost certain he’s secretly Spider-man in his spare time.” The reaction Ned had to your suspicions only raised them as his eyes widen and he visibly gulps in discomfort. "Y-you’re crazy. As if Peter was-“ 

"You know! Don’t you.” Cutting him off mid sentence you excitedly lean in closer, practically begging for your friend to tell you that you were right about this. However the boy chooses to keep his mouth shut and avoid the situation as he scrambles to grab his belongings off the desk, obviously not wanting to spill his best friends deepest darkest secret to you by accident. “I-I…I gotta go." 

Raising your brow sceptically at him you almost let out a laugh at the scene. "But it’s the middle of class?” Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he rushed out a lame excuse before heading out the door and leaving you to giggle at how terrible a liar Ned Leeds was.


“So found Spider-man yet?” The voice of your best friend broke your thoughts as you walked through the school hallways between fifth and sixth period. At the mention of the Spider-man, Peter Parker, you instantly freeze up a little. “Oh um no, not yet." 

Lie. You just lied straight to Liz’s face and you were unsure as to why. A slight frown appeared on her face at your words, guilt slowly creeping away at your mind at the sight. "Oh bummer, I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday and you’re right. I do really like Spider-man so when you find out who he is can you tell me, please?" Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the situation you replied with a short answer, you hated lying to her but you knew it was for the better. "I-sure Liz.”  

Pulling you into a tight side hug Liz almost squealed into your shoulder. "You’re the best Y/N.“ You couldn’t just go around telling people Peter was Spider-man, even if it was your best friend it wasn’t right. Even so it still didn’t make you feel any better about lying to your friend. But there was something else stopping you from telling her the truth and honestly you were scared to find out what it was. It felt almost selfish to keep this from her, like you was stopping her from meeting possibly the guy of her dreams. You didn’t…you didn’t have feelings for Parker, did you? Oh god no.

Luckily you didn’t have to dwell on the thought for long as the sound of blood curdling screams echo down the school halls. People were running and screaming in fear in the opposite direction immediately causing everyone around you to panic and follow. You didn’t waste a second before sprinting down the halls like everybody else, that was until you lost sight of your best friend who was just beside you only moments ago. Instantly stopping you looked around frantically through the crowds of people trying to locate her. "Liz! Liz!” What if she was in trouble? You couldn’t leave her behind. 

After a minute or so of retracing your steps and looking in classrooms the girl was nowhere to be found.The halls were completely empty now so you figured Liz made it outside already. Just as you’re about to head back the most horrendous sight appears in front of you, a gigantic Lizard. 

Future Mrs. G - Dick Grayson x Reader

YJ verse where you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the “Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic (*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like : Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.

 A/N: This is a combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely together!

“UGH! You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.

“You want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.

You – You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy? You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!” You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.

“Lagoon Boy’s skills were more suited to the mi-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck why you chose him. That was my case. You had no right.” You said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.

“I had every right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You keep pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will not be sidelined.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his intense glare.

“It’s a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.


“I can’t believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend. The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.

“Didn’t you have a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we were kids sure but I’d never be with him now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.

“It sounds like to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.

“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than anything.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.

“Seriously? You’re taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making excuses for Dick?

“No I’m just saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed at the notion.

“I’m not –“ You started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.

“Shit!” You swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“Hey Mrs. Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.

“Why didn’t you take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.

“I was going to but then he … hugged me.” You said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many levels of confused.

“Well what’s your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the speedster was heading.

“Something you want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.

“No.”


It took a while but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future. He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.

If he was from the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran into each other.

“So … Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the oddest ingredients.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.

“Can I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.

“I make no promises.” He responded.

“Understood.” You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs. Grayson. You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.

“It’s your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living room.

Noooooo.” You corrected immediately.

“Whoops. My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.

“Hold up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.

“I really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Tell me!” You insisted firmly.

“Well I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really. Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.

“Dead.” You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.

“Oh. History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I … we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”

“Look Mrs. G,”

“Please don’t call me that.” You insisted.

“I only know what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good friend of mine.”

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.


“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.

“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.

“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.

“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.

“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.

“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.

“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him

“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.

“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.

“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.

“I expect nothing less.”

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've been reading some of the works you all have made and I love them! I was wondering if you could do #4 and #19 with jungkook, please?

Adore You (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “I thought you didn’t want me.” + “Are you jealous?”

Summary: There are so many things you adore about Jungkook. But if there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s how kind he is to everyone else. Can’t you just keep him for yourself?

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by mayfifolle

You glanced at your seatmate from the corner of your eye. Jungkook had been sitting at your two-person desk since the beginning of the semester, and since then, you had begun to develop a crush. A pretty big crush, if you were being honest.

How could you not? Jungkook was kind, hardworking, and also incredibly good looking. You definitely weren’t alone in your infatuation, either. Almost every girl in your class eyed you enviously every day.

You slipped into your seat just as the bell rang. Jungkook was already there, and he glanced up at you as you arrived.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted casually.

“Hey,” you smiled back, trying to stay nonchalant. 

“Did you do the homework last night?” Jungkook asked, flipping through his binder. He was studious–far more than you, anyway.

“Nope,” you replied easily. Chemistry was the least of your priorities. “I had a late shift last night.”

“Oh, you want to copy?” Jungkook offered, pushing his binder towards you. “You’re still working? Aren’t you worried about your grades this year?”

“Thanks,” you said, pulling out your own notebook. “And not really. My grades are good enough for university.”

“Damn,” Jungkook commented with a smile, although you missed it because you were too focused on writing. “Impressive. Also, I didn’t get some of the questions. Sorry about that.”

“Wow, that’s new,” you smirked. “You’re a thousand times better at chem than me, though.”

The teacher arrived, clearing his throat as he set his supplies down at the front of the class. You and Jungkook lapsed into silence as the lesson began. During the course of the period, you nodded off numerous times. Jungkook nudged you awake every time.

“Just let me sleep,” you whined, keeping your volume low so you wouldn’t get in trouble. “This is so boring and I’m exhausted.”

“You should reconsider that job of yours,” Jungkook suggested haughtily, and you just laughed.

The girl sitting in front of you turned around and glared at you. At first, you thought she was angry at you for talking, but when her gaze slipped to Jungkook’s longingly, you realized she was just jealous.

She turned around quickly, and you figured she wouldn’t bother you.

But boy, were you wrong.

The next day in class, you arrived (nearly late, as always) to see someone sitting in your seat beside Jungkook. It was the jealous girl from yesterday. You walked up to your seat, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook noticed, looking up from his binder, which was placed in the middle of the shared desk. “I’m just explaining something to Ara.”

“I can move if you want,” Ara offered sweetly, though her eyes were daring you to suggest otherwise.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, a little amusedly. What else could you say? You slipped into the empty seat in front of your desk and retrieved your supplies from your bag.

Jungkook and Ara talked ceaselessly behind you. You heard her giggle, and it made you want to gag. But Jungkook replied enthusiastically, and you wondered if Jungkook enjoyed your company at all. Pushing your insecurities away, you focused your attention to the front of the room.

Of all days, your teacher was absent. A timid-looking substitute scurried into the classroom, stammering out some instructions. The volume of the class increased, and Jungkook and Ara laughed away.

Annoyed, you turned to your own work. The student sitting beside you was a quiet, nerdy boy. You figured he wouldn’t want to converse with you. Pulling out your phone, you put on earphones and blasted your music, trying to drown out Ara’s voice.

“Uh, excuse me,” the boy beside you said hesitantly. You turned to him, pulling out an earbud. “Your music is really loud. Can you turn it down a little?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance. Like the class wasn’t loud already. “Sure,” you replied through gritted teeth. Opting to turn your music off completely, you resorted to placing your head on the desk.

It was another long shift yesterday, too, so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Still, the background noise of Jungkook and Ara never ceased and haunted you in your slumber.


The next day, Ara was sitting in your seat again. She and Jungkook were looking at something on her phone, laughing, and didn’t notice your arrival. More defeated than anything, you slumped into Ara’s empty seat without comment.

At the sound of your chair scraping against the ground, Jungkook’s head shot up. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t looking his way, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued to entertain Ara, too polite to do anything else.

You wished he would say something like, “This isn’t your seat” or “I want Y/N to sit here,” but you knew he wouldn’t. Maybe he didn’t care if you sat with him, anyway. Jungkook was nice to everyone, and you were probably just projecting your own affections onto him.

The teacher strode into the classroom just as the bell rang.

“I apologize for my absence yesterday,” he began sternly, as always. “We’ll be starting a lab today. You’ll have to work quickly today to make up for lost time. So before I explain this assignment, please get into pairs.”

Inwardly, you cursed Ara for stealing your opportunity to work with Jungkook. Sighing, you turned to the boy beside you to ask if he wanted to be partners. But just as you opened your mouth, a hand shot out and tapped the boy on the back.

“Hey,” Jungkook said once the boy turned in his seat. “Do you mind if we switch spots?”

Your eyes widened to surprise, flicking to Jungkook. He was looking intently at the nerdy boy, who stammered his agreement. Glancing at Ara, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. On your desk, Ara’s fists were clenched.

Jungkook swiftly switched seats with the boy beside you.

“I was thinking we could be partners,” Jungkook said as he set his books down. “You look a little surprised, so I hope that’s okay with you.”

“No, of course it’s fine,” you hurried to respond. “I just thought you didn’t want me. As your lab partner, I mean.”

“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrows rising. Your cheeks burned, and you hurried to deny that. “She kinda just sat there. I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to move.”

“How was I supposed to know?” you sulked, burying your nose in your textbook. Still, you were giddy at the fact that Jungkook had went out of his way to be your partner.

“Obviously I’d rather sit with you,” Jungkook replied, a little incredulously. “Don’t be dumb. You wanted to sit with me too, right?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still blushing. Jungkook smiled at you fondly, but like always, you were too busy looking elsewhere to notice.

The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, and he continued with his instructions. You and Jungkook turned your attention to the front of the class, and your embarrassment lessened once Jungkook’s gaze was diverted.

There were many things you adored about Jungkook. But if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was how kind he was to everyone. Still, he made up for it by being nicest to you. 

- Girl in Luv

Ok…these prompts were practically begging for Fuckboy!Jungkook, but I’ve written that so much and HE IS A SOFT BUN I can’t keep doing this! For real though, sometimes I think JK would be a real fuccboi if he grew up in North America. Like u seen the boy?? Still, he’s so cute, and I like writing sweet JK. You guys prefer fuckboy JK or smol bun JK?

Foldin’ Clothes : Mark Lee


→ mark lee x reader

→ fluffy fluff fluff ; 1.4k words

→ based on “foldin clothes” by j.cole {listen here}, doing laundry at NCT’s dorm so mark doesn’t have to cause youre like, the best girlfriend ever.

→ **AN; i dont usually write scenarios but ive had this idea in my head for the longest time… i did used to enjoy writing a couple years ago tho so maybe i’ll start getting into it again**


It never ceased to amaze you how even with his busy idol life, your boyfriend still made time to show you how much he loves you. Any spare moment he had was filled with an “I love you, you mean the world to me” text, a phone call or a visit to your home to cuddle and watch an episode of your favorite Netflix series before he was whisked away to another schedule. If you admired anyone in this world, it would be Mark Lee. You would never understand how he managed to balance his work, his sleep, his meals and his girlfriend but somehow he did it.

He wasn’t a half-assed boyfriend either. He always found a way to make you feel unconditionally loved and adored, even if it was just for a brief moment. If there was one thing everyone knew about Mark, it was that he was passionate in anything that he did, including his relationships. He’s been there for you since your first year of middle school, through some of the toughest times in your life and still everyday with him is better than the last. It was hard for anyone in a “normal” relationship to believe, but he made your life easier. Yeah you may go a week without seeing each other, but you always had someone to rely on and put your love and trust into. Besides, Mark “didn’t have time to do anything else besides work and love you,” as he would say.

It seemed that Mark was always busy. Even being home at the dorms, he never had down time. He had texted you earlier that day to bring over any clothes he may have left at your house, as he was stuck on laundry duty since he lost to Haechan, the other 127 maknae, in a game of rock, paper, scissors. As you arrived, you knocked on the front door with a special pattern, one you and Mark made up years ago when you went to a summer music camp. There was no answer for a minute, so you tried again. Eventually you heard the click of the lock, and you can’t help but smile knowing your boyfriend was on the other side. You look up to the face of an older boy, one that was definitely not Mark. “Oh, hi, Jaehyun!” You greeted.

“Hey pipsqueak, what’cha doin’?” He asked, a dimpled grin appearing.

“I was just here to drop off some clothes, I heard Mark’s on laundry duty this week,” you offered a smile in return.

Jaehyun laughed, “yeah, poor guy never gets a break, huh? Come on in, munchkin, I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.” He opened the door wide, allowing you to step in after ducking under his arm.

“When are you going to stop calling me names, Jaehyun?” You laughed as you took a look at him over your shoulder.

“When are you going to grow taller, Y/N?” He smirked. Fair enough. “Mark should be in the living room, that’s where he was when I last saw him at least.” You thanked him and watched as he turned a corner, probably going back to his room. You wondered if the other members were here, and how come none of them were near the door to let you in. You wandered into the living room, following the noise of the television.

“Markiepoooooo…” you drawled in a sing-song voice, “I have your clothes!” There was no answer. You made your way to the couch, where you saw your boyfriend sound asleep with a baskets of laundry on the ground next to him. Your little heart bursted at the sight, half because he just looked so cute, you couldn’t even handle it, and half because you felt that maybe it was unfair of his hyungs to make him do laundry, I mean they had a million members, why did Mark have to become the victim of laundry day? You walked to the laundry room and set the pile of dirty clothes on top of the washing machine for now, then opened the dryer to see if there were clothes that needed to be folded. It was empty, so you assumed that maybe Mark had taken all the dry clothes to the living room where he could sit and watch TV as he folded them, but was so exhausted that he just passed out on the couch.  You couldn’t just set the dirty clothes down and leave. One, you wanted to see your boyfriend, and two, you felt as though Mark needed his rest, and the least you could do was help him with his chores. The members shouldn’t mind, it’s not like that one time you and Mark took over the TV and played Mario Kart for 5 hours in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping, the game causing you two to argue at very high volumes, waking up pretty much the entire dorm which ended in you two being sent to your house where you could “make as much noise as you want, but not in the weird way,” Johnny clarified. “What’s the weird way? Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

So that’s how you arrived at your current state, sitting on the ground with your back against the couch with 3 baskets of laundry (another load in the washing machine,) and your sleeping boyfriend behind you. The TV was playing reruns of Friends, a show you and Mark used to binge watch during summers before he started training to become an idol. You dumped out a basket and got started, separating the jeans from the shorts, the t-shirts from the sweatshirts, and decided to throw all the socks and underwear into their own pile, and let the NCT members figure that out for themselves.

Almost an hour and a half later, Mark woke up to the sound of a door slamming, maybe Yuta had just come back from the gym. “Y/N?” Mark’s low, raspy sleepy voice came from behind you.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning sleepyhead! You want some cereal?” You held the bowl up to him, but he shook his head and flattened his hair down, shutting his eyes since he hadn’t gotten adjusted to the lights yet.

“What are you doing here, babe?” he said after a minute.

“Laundry.”

“Why are you doing your laundry at the dorms?” He laughed, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“I’m not doing my laundry, you goose. I’m doing your laundry.” You set the empty bowl of cereal to the side, somewhere where it wouldn’t get knocked over. Mark looked at you, then looked at the piles of folded clothes spread across the living room floor, then back to you.

“You did laundry for me?” He said in a quiet voice, sounding almost astonished.

“Well, yeah. At first I just came over to drop off your clothes from my house, but then I saw you sleeping on the couch with mountains of laundry in front of you and  I just thought of how you’re always constantly busy and if I could do just one little thing to make your life easier I probably should,” you shrugged, turning to face him.

“Y/N…you are such an angel. I don’t deserve you,” he reached to hold your face in his hand, caressing your cheekbone with soft strokes of his thumb.

“Shut up, Mark. If anything I don’t deserve you. You do so much for me without even realizing it, so it’s only fair for me to return the favor every once in awhile. Besides, what kind of monster would I be to show up with even more clothes for you to wash and not even try to help?”

Mark responded with a smile, a kiss, and a soft “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you taunted.

“You guys are disgusting,” Jaehyun laughed from the doorway.

I love you!” Doyoung mocked.

No no, I love you more!!” Jaehyun returned with a girlish tone and some kissing sounds. “Get a room you two little lovebirds.” And with that, they left you alone.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“It’s the least I can do. Now you have some free time right? Let’s play Mario Kart!”

hey, so, a while back i posted about writing an au where Mary is alive (which you can find here if you’re interested)

and while I haven’t really had the time to flesh out this idea completely, i still wrote something bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so. here is that.

tw abuse

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As the figure in front of him took shape, Neil felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mom?” The word was barely a whisper, the sound escaping his lips before he realized he was speaking. The room was dim and her hair was different from when he had last seen her, but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere, colored contacts be dammed. A chill traveled up his spine– he was looking at a ghost. “I thought you were dead,” he gasped out, stumbling forward, allowing himself a moment to be relieved, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and breathed her in, surprised at how warm her skin felt against his. She smelled like sweat and shampoo, probably stolen from a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was familiar in a way that made him ache. He thought briefly about her injuries from months ago, about if it hurt her when he squeezed her tight, and considered pulling away. Her arms came up and gripped him just as strongly, anchoring him in place.

“Abram,” she breathed, and felt like his chest would burst at the sound of her voice. “Oh Nathaniel,” her hands card through his hair once, twice, before her grip became painful. She pulled away from him, holding him by his hair so she could look into his eyes. “Baby, what have you done?”

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Title: I Trust You

@harleysandbats requested: Hey, I’m so shy about doing this off anon but I have a request. :D Could you write a Negan story where the reader is new to the Sanctuary after being rescued by Simon and a few other Saviors from a dangerous group. She is shy and quiet around everyone at first except Negan, & they quickly develop a close relationship where he looks out for her. When he asks her to be a wife, she tells him that she is scared bc she’s never had sex. Fluffy smut pls, & could you use my name? It’s Mary. :3 Thanks!!

Character(s): Negan and Mary (original female character)
Summary: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life.
Word Count: 5,836
Warning: Fluff, smut!!!
Author’s Note: This idea is great, so thank you @harleysandbats for requesting it! I had such a fun time writing it and I love the idea that the OFC is only comfortable around Negan, which is great and completely different! I hope you enjoy this! ;-) I also hope this makes you feel better, dude!!! Fingers crossed that things start looking up for you!

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Juliet

Jughead Jones x Reader #1

Warnings: ANGST that comes with unrequited love

Word Count: 2.6k+

Requested: nope but i’ve had this idea for a while

Note: honestly i’ve been working on this for about 2 weeks and i love this idea so much?? also i wrote this backwards. hope you guys love it, if so maybe part 2?? ~K

[ masterlist ]

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

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When his feud with Archie began that cursed summer, Jughead had even feigned going to Pop’s and instead took solace in the Riverdale Public Library. He would spend his days typing away there instead of his usual booth in Pop’s for only a couple of days, but it was enough for him to meet you. During the summer you worked shifts in the rather empty library and found yourself wondering about the boy in the corner who only looked up from his computer screen when it was time for him to leave.

“You know for someone that spends time in the library so often, you’ve never once even checked out a book or even looked at one for that matter,” you said approaching the table that the boy sat at.

“That’s a lie, I’ve looked at a couple Shakespeare collections…well maybe one collection…once,” he said not even looking up from his computer, but ceasing his hands from typing.

You raised your eyebrow at the curious boy as he turned to look at you. “Sorry I’m just hiding out from Pop’s right now,” he had admitted to you after you stayed for answers.

“Why would you be hiding out from the greatest diner in all of Riverdale?”

“It’s a long story…”

“Lucky for you I have plenty of time and you seem to be great at telling stories,” you confidently replied, pulling the chair next to him out for you to sit in and nodding towards his open document.

For the both of you, it was supposed to be a harmless one time conversation, but one turned to two, turned to five, and before you knew it Jughead Jones was accompanying you with every library shift you had and in turn you would sit reading in his booth at Pop’s while he typed away on his laptop. Oddly it wasn’t your love for reading and his love for writing that truly bonded you; it was the uncanny love you shared for Shakespeare. And so the nickname Juliet had formed for you as he would teasingly say, “hey there Juliet” and “until next time Juliet” each time you sat down and left Pop’s. Jughead had become your best and only friend, so when the school year started you could only hope it would remain the same.

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Smoke in the Air

Title: Smoke in the Air

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: language, recreational drug use, a tiny bit of angst, smut, fluff.

A/N: This is a request for @deanshitsrainbows. :) Enjoy my loves.

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a could you do a smutty dean x reader oneshot where they r best friends and dean finds out that the reader smokes weed and she gets him high for the first time and they end up sleeping together and it ends super fluffy…”

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You gazed up at the night sky, admiring the twinkling stars as you lazily counted them. Smoke swirled around your fingers, traveling up into the warm night air while every muscle in your body relaxed. You didn’t care what time it was, probably approaching four in the morning. There was nothing that was going to get in the way of you ridding yourself of the stress in your mind.

Your thin tank top slid up slightly, allowing the balmy air to kiss your skin. Your bare legs crossed as you laid flat on your back, a light blanket being the only thing between you and the hard surface of the bunker’s roof.

Taking another hit, you closed your eyes. These were the nights that kept you sane. The silence, the high. It was something you clung to as you fought through the emotions slowly derailing your mind.

Dean Winchester.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 6

I FINALLY FINISHED! I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE! 

THINGS ARE KICKIN OFF BOYS!!! : ^ )

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 5648

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

Originally posted by jjungkook

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—unexpected outcome

request: Hi, can I request a Johnny scenario where you and him set a date for your two best friends at a amusement park, you and Johnny decide to “spy” them. An “accidental” kiss happens between you two and more embarrassing is that you get caught by the other couple, after that you realize that you can’t be “friends” anymore? Happy and romantic ending please! Thank you.


paring: johnny | reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst it does have a bit of swearing though

word count: 1.8k

summary: setting up each others best friends for a date had its up and downs, but what happened between the two of you was unexpected during the mission.

authors note: thank you for this request, it was really fun to write tbh! I did change up the request up a tiny bit though, i hope that’s okay! 

also, y/f/n means your friends name

—jen

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


“Come on y/f/n! it’s just one date!! it will be fun!!” you say to your best friend, who was in fact getting ready for a date you had set her up with. No, it wasn’t with some complete stranger, he was one of Johnnys friends. His name was Ten, and from what you’ve heard from Johnny, he seemed like the perfect guy for her.

You and Johnny had noticed the lack of social interaction between your two friends, so the two of you decided it was best for them to ‘get out there’, as what some people would consider it.

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Eternal {Byun Baekhyun}

Description: “I can’t promise you forever forever, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that promise.”

Genre: Angst/slight fluff?

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Word Count: 1,509

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Quilt covers stretched up the expanse of your body until they almost covered your chin. Relentless icy wind couldn’t be thwarted by your protective cocoon, however, and you wished that Baekhyun would get home soon to snuggle under the covers with you, ceasing your endless shivers.

The two of you weren’t quite high-school sweethearts, but after a few bad relationships you let yourself realise there were better options right in front of you, if you’d only give them a chance. So you did. Something always bothered you though, and from the moment you started dating you could never shake the feeling. It felt temporary.

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“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter III: “Wine”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”. // 2.”Books”.

Written by: A.Wölf.

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Jeremy entered his house, took off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger before walking into his study.

He grabbed the bottle of wine that still rested on his desk after Tom’s visit and lifted his chin while studying it.

“1920? This shall be good”, Jeremy murmured reading its label as he pulled on his scarf to remove it. “Darling?” he called out.

“What’s the occasion?” his wife asked leaning against the studio door frame with a warm smile on her face.

He turned to meet her eyes.

“Dinner”, he said.

“Red or black dress?”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses.

“I’d say the red one but I’m afraid we’ll have company”.

She furrowed her eyebrows with evident disappointment written all over her.

“I’ve asked Tom to join us”, he added.

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imagine #8

character - Gally

words - 1642 (way longer than I thought it’d be)

warnings - Slightly sexual content (though not really)

description - You grind against Alby at the bonfire to discourage other boys from flirting, but end up making Gally jealous.

a/n - requested anonymously; hope it’s what you wanted, nonnie!

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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Comparing and Wondering: Jay Park

“Y/N I don’t understand how you do it,” my friend, April, says to me from across the table as she stares at her phone.

“Do what?” I question as I move the food on my plate around with the fork.

“Be so trusting of Jay. He’s in a different country releasing these videos of him surrounded by women while you’re here studying 24/7,” April says looking up from her phone.

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|| helpless ||

[[request prompt: hii could you make a peter x reader based on helpless by Hamilton cast pretty please!]]

this is kind of a challenging prompt for me since i am not in the hamilton fandom, so I’m going to do this first

(/ω\)

I have listened to the song, but I’m going to change up a few things to make it fit better with peter parker ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!**

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anonymous asked:

#8, please!! Btw, what a beautiful blog you have! You are truly a very good writer 💙

first off… thank you very very much like omg just thank you that means the absolute world to me that you say that. second off, i’m  sorry for the wait things have been hectic mate, but here we go:

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Go away!”

“Not a chance!” he responded, to which she sighed.

She was still awaiting the burning in her cheeks to tone down some before she opened the door, and she didn’t even have to open the door to hear the giggles. It was very apparent that Harry was right outside the door, ceasing to forget the past minute of their lives. In reality, she shouldn’t have been that embarrassed considering what they got up to last night. But, that was last night, in the dark, and she’d covered up almost immediately afterwards.

“C’mon love! Open up! I think you’ve got nice boobies,” he said trying to coax her out by once again reminding her of what happened a few moments ago, causing her cheeks to heat up once again. She really thought she had locked the door. She also thought that she had brought a towel or a shirt or literally anything to cover up her top half. However, when she was searching for something, anything, to do just that Harry barged into the bathroom scaring the living daylights out of her and copping a generous view of her top half. After being frozen for a few moments she moved to action pushing him out of the bathroom and promptly locking the door after him, which caused him to burst into giggles at the absurdity of the situation.

“Ugh, you’re seriously like a man-child.” She didn’t want to go back and face him, but she couldn’t stay in there forever. Cautiously she opened the door and peeked her head out from behind the door and saw him standing a few feet away with that stupid smug smirk on his face. She wanted to smack it off.

“A man-child that’s seen your boobies.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Can you hand me a shirt?”

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p. 

Harry.”

“You’re being ridiculous, love. I saw a lot more than your boobies last night.”

“Stop calling them that,” she groaned which made him erupt into even more giggles. She rolled her eyes then scoped the floor for anything to throw on over her, still not coming from behind the door. She spotted harry’s t shirt on the floor on the far side of the room and made a dash for it, only to have harry pull her into him by her waist. She struggled against him until he set her down on the ground. She tried to make a dash once more, but he kept a firm hold on her wrists. 

“Hey, now. You don’t have to hide from me. Now, let me take a look,” he said gently, turning her around to face him, so he could see her in all her glory in the light of day. She shifted from foot to foot awkwardly, turning her head this way and that, never making eye contact while he completed his inspection. A dimple popped into his cheek as he noticed how uncomforable she was. “Beautiful,” he concluded and pulled her closer, placing innocent kisses across her shoulder, up her neck, around her jawline, on her cheek, before planting a one on her lips. 

He pulled away leaving her breathless and with wonder in her eyes. She’d never swooned before, if she can remember, but she was swooning now. That is until he reached his hand up and squeezed one of her boobs, whilst making a boop sound effect. “Nicest boobies in the land.” 

She rolled her eyes and groaned, pushing him away from her and picking up the t shirt she’d been in pursuit of. “Man-child.”

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