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Teenage Love Affair [Archie Andrews]

Plot: [Y/n] and Archie are a little late with curfew
Word count: 400+
Status: Edited

[Y/n] giggled as Archie wrapped his arm around her, pulling her body into his. His other arm carried a picnic basket he had brought along for their date night. 

“That was fun,” She commented. She glanced up at the night sky which had just set in. “I really don’t want this night to end.”

“We could always go back and just spend the night there,” Archie jokingly suggested.

“Yeah because sleeping in the almost exact spot they found Jason Blossom’s body sounds like real fun.”

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Budget Thai Peanut Fried Rice


  • 20g (1 tbsp +1 tsp) peanut butter
  • 1 tbsp soy sauce
  • 1 packet (1 tsp) white vinegar
  • 1 Splenda tablet (1 tsp of sugar will do, or the equivalent of any other sweetener)
  • 4 cherry tomatoes, finely chopped
  • ½ tsp chilli flakes
  • 1/8 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/8 tsp mixed herbs
  • pinch of ground black pepper
  • 250g frozen mixed vegetables
  • 2 tbsp chopped onion
  • about half a cup of cooked rice


  1. Make the peanut sauce by placing the peanut butter, soy sauce, vinegar and Splenda in a bowl and pouring over 2 tbsp of hot water, then mixing. It may not be a very smooth consistency, but that’s okay. As long as all of the ingredients are incorporated into each other, you’re good. Then stir in the tomatoes, chilli flakes, cinnamon and mixed herbs. Give it a taste and adjust the seasoning as necessary.
  2. In a non-stick frying pan, heat the frozen vegetables with the chopped onion until cooked, stirring often. Add the rice, followed by the peanut sauce, continuing to stir until the food is piping hot.

Notes: I’ve had to get a little creative with my recipes while on holiday given that we bought very little at the corner shop and have only a handful of spices in the cupboards, hence why I was using the splenda I bought for my coffee instead of maple syrup and the packet of vinegar from a chippy. BUT it did occur to me that this is a very good meal for if you’re living on a budget!

Assuming that you have a well-stocked spice rack, the ingredients would cost you less than £5 to buy and each meal costs 38p to make :) I’ll have to remember this one when I go to uni in a few weeks time lol

Serves 1, 362 calories

[Tl;dr at bottom]

The other day I was at till and my coworker (S) was ringing up an older woman. She had a clearance set of sheets, on clearance for $23.96. 400 thread count 100% Egyptian Cotton.

She wanted a further discount.

There were no applicable coupons or discounts to be given. She complained for ever. She was up there for more than five minutes asking why they weren’t further reduced and why there wasn’t a manager special on them like there are on the towels (because we have 900 clearance towels so we’ve discounted them to sell them faster, we don’t have the space!)

She kept demanding and S kept refusing. Then the customer is like “why won’t you give me a discount?” And S was like “it could put my job in jeopardy.” And the lady was like “I don’t care give me 20% off!”

What? A $2.80 discount is more important than someone’s job?? For real. I couldn’t even believe it but there it was.

She didn’t buy he sheets, because, you know, she didn’t get that $2.80 discount. 🙄🙄

Tl;dr Customer wanted a discount but couldn’t have it. Eventually said she didn’t care if an associate got fired she just wanted to save that $2.80 off of her already discounted sheets.

Tricking the Heart

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Characters: Gabe x Cupid!Reader, Michael, Raphael

Word Count: 400

Warnings: Pranks, Fluff, OOC Angels

Request:  Gabriel/Reader or Gabriel/OC where they are pulling pranks on the other characters together and it turns romantic/sweet/steamy.  (Set in Heaven before the fall of Lucifer.)

A/N:  I realize that Angels wouldn’t really have romantic relationships with each other….but idk…go rain on someone else’s parade, why don’t ‘cha!  

“Gabriel, this is not funny!”  Michael bellowed through the garden as you ran, hand in hand with Gabriel.  He led you through the dense trees, dancing around obstacles on light feet.  

“Y/N, we know you are involved as well,” Raphael called.  Gabriel turned to look back towards his brothers, lost somewhere back in the woods.  You giggled, clutching his hand tighter.

“They are gaining on us,” you said breathlessly, willing to follow anywhere the Archangel led you. “Don’t you fret, baby cakes,” Gabriel whispered.  “I know a short cut.”  He pushed a tree branch aside and tugged you closer towards him.  

His ‘short cut’ was in fact, a hole he’d ripped in space time leading you elsewhere.  He tugged you tighter towards him, stepping back into the shadows.  You were in a cave, an arid, dry cave, half a world away from where you’d been.  Still, you could feel the other Angels pursuing you.

“Y/N, Cupid,” Michael called out to you in your mind, addressing both your name and rank in the heavenly fleet, considerably lower than that of himself and his brother.  “We know you are under our brother’s guidance.  If you surrender to our discipline, your punishment will be lessened.”

“Spoil sports,” Gabriel murmured.  “They’re bluffing; they can’t do anything to you just because they have no sense of humor.”

“You think Michael’s wigs will ever return to their natural color?”  You asked, caught up in the glow from Gabriel’s radiant features.

“If you ask me,” he whispered, “I think they look better bright pink.”  

You giggled.  

“And Raphael?”  You asked.

“Well, a little grounding is good for him.  Those wings were an electrical hazard!”  His laughter as infectious.  You smiled up at the Angel, feeling awash in his joyful insolence.  

“I do enjoy playing these games with you, Gabriel,” you said, aware that his hands were still clutching you tightly.  “Often I do not wish for them to end.”

“Then don’t let them,” he murmured, his lips so close to yours.

“And how do you propose we do that,” you asked, drinking him in.

“I’m going to start by never letting you go,” Gabriel finished, ducking down to capture your lips with his.

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Pizza Night (Sex Hair PT. 5)

A/N: Okay so I guess this is turning into some type of war imagine series with Dean.

Castiel x Reader

Warning: Language

Word Count: 400

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

(Gif not mine)

Later that evening, you walked in the bunker from grabbing some dinner for you and your brothers.

Leaning against the war room table was a door, that had been taken off of it’s hinges.

“Sam?” you called. No one answered.

You brought the food into the kitchen and set it on the table. Dean and Sam were in there waiting for you.

“What’s with the door in the map room?”

Dean chuckled and took a sip of his beer, “Nothin’”

Your eyes widened as you began to back out of the room, “Dean, what did you do?”

Sam looked at you, he knew exactly what was with the door. You darted out of the kitchen, running down the hallway with all of the bedrooms and stopped at your room. The door was gone. Not just gone, it had appeared to have been ripped off, completely. As in, no fixing it.

You felt your blood boil as you stepped in your room and started grabbing things to put them in another bedroom. You turned the knob on the door to the room across from yours, but when you pushed it open, it fell forward, hitting the floor.

“Dean!” You screamed, your voice filling the bunker.

You stomped to another bedroom, trying to open it, but it fell to the floor as well. You threw down the pile of clothes you had grabbed and stomped back into the kitchen.

“What. The. Fuck?!” you yelled at Dean.

“You wanted to play sis, so we’re playin.” he said, biting into a slice of pizza.

You leaned forward and yanked it out of his mouth before grabbing the two pizza boxes and tossing them in the sink, and turning the water on.

“I’m not doing anything for you ever again!” you shouted at him.

Sam just sat there rolling his eyes, he really wanted no part of this.

“Whatever you say.” Dean winked at you, getting up and looking in the fridge, annoyed that you took food right out of his mouth.

“What am I supposed to do? I’m not a teenager you can’t just treat me like one!”

“Well, at least now I won’t have to listen to you fuckin my best friend-” he paused and turned to you- “and by the way, tell Cas he owes me a new stereo.”

You let out a scream in frustration before storming off.

This wasn’t over.

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Prompt 12.  things you said when you thought i was asleep
Title Microsleep
Fandom Yuri!!! On Ice
Rating General
Word Count
Notes The only request that came with this prompt was that it be extremely, utterly, tooth-rottingly fluffly so I hope I delivered ~

Yuri heard the front door open but didn’t bother to move. He was too comfortable, and Makkachin was laying on his stomach and he was heavy. And he was just about to fall asleep.

He heard Victor’s voice calling out for him— “Oh Yuuri,” Victor always liked adding emphasis to his name, “I’m home! Where are you?”

Asleep, Yuri replied in his head, sighing as he wrapped his arms tighter around Makkachin. And I’d like to keep it that way. The poodle’s ears perked upwards and he shot a look at the apartment’s hallway. But he didn’t bother moving, either. He must have been enjoying his mid-afternoon nap just as much as Yuri was.

Victor called out Yuri’s name once again, then the expensive clack-clack of shoes echoed through the apartment, moving closer.

“It’s not nice to keep me waiting, you know,” Victor said to the empty air, and Yuri could hear something like bags rustling against each other as he moved. He better not have gone shopping

The sound of Victor’s steps stilled, and Yuri heard him let out something of a small, humored sigh.

“I guess you’re still getting used to the timezone difference, huh?” Victor asked; judging by his voice, he was probably standing behind the couch, just discovering him and Makkachin cuddled together.

Yuri didn’t dare to open his eyes. Makkachin rested his head back onto Yuri’s chest.

“You’re cute when you sleep, you know?” Victor continued, his voice sounding more distant now. His footsteps were quieter, too, like he was being cautious and careful and gentle not to stir Yuri. “You have this look on your face, like you’re so at peace. It looks nice on you.”

Ah, his voice was warm. Yuri could hear it, it was full of love. Victor came off loud and abrasive, a bright and gleaming beacon of forced smiles and all the right words, but underneath he was a hopeless romantic. A gentle sappy romantic at heart, who just wanted to shower people with his love.

“When did I ever get so lucky with you?” Victor began, again, his voice coming in closer. Yuri’s heart decided now was the perfect time to start pounding in his chest. “I get to wake up to you every day and see that look on your face.”

Oh no, his heart was really beating now. He couldn’t keep this game up when Victor was pulling out all the romantic cards.

Victor paused and sucked in a breath.

“Ah, you fell asleep with your glasses on.” Yuri felt Victor reach out, brush the tips of his fingers through his hair, and slip his glasses off of his nose. He felt lips press against his temple, felt Victor’s lips curl into a smile.

“Rest well, my sleeping beauty.”­


Request for: anon

Pairing: Reader x Sherlock, Reader x John

Word Count: 400


You anxiously knocked on 221b Baker Street waiting for someone to answer the door. For a while now you had wanted to tell Sherlock and John that you were a transman, but you hadn’t built up the courage until now. You knew John would take the news well, he had such a kind, caring heart, but Sherlock on the other hand, well, Sherlock was a wildcard. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind every time he opened his mouth. To say you were nervous was an understatement.

“Y/N!” John opened the door. “Come on in.”

“Is it another case?” Sherlock asked.

“No,” John shouted back. “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N?” Sherlock asked, setting his violin down. “Good. It’ll be a good break to talk to someone intelligent.”

John sighed and gave you a tight smile. “Go in and sit down while I make us some tea and try not to take that as an insult.”

You nodded, giving John a small smile and sitting down.

“Y/N.” Sherlock greeted you, taking a seat in his chair and staring at you. In a second, he spoke up. “John, come in here something is bothering Y/N.”

John stopped making tea and walked inside, taking a seat in his usual chair. “What’s wrong? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because Y/N is nervous.” Sherlock blurted out. “Very, very nervous.”

You scratched the back of your head. “I’m not sure how to say this. I mean I’ve rehearsed this in my head over and over but I still don’t know how to say it. Well, okay, I’m a transman.”

“Well, yes, that’s obvious, but what are you so nervous about?” Sherlock asked at the same time John smiled and said, “That’s great! I’m so happy for you.”

Sherlock and John looked over at each other and John scolded Sherlock. “Give Y/N some encouraging words. It took a lot of guts for him to say that.”

“I don’t understand,” Sherlock began. “Why would I give him encouraging words if nothing is wrong.”

John ignored Sherlock and looked at you. “I’ll go make us some tea.”

“John!” Sherlock called out, following his best friend. “John! I don’t understand.”

You smiled to yourself as John and Sherlock started fighting like an old married couple again. They were your best friends and you realized now that you had nothing to worry about.

You are Mine; Namjoon [Part 1/7 of the Yandere!BTS Series]

Yandere (ヤンデレ) is a portmanteau of two Japanese words yanderu (病んでる),meaning to be sick, and deredere (デレデレ), which is defined as strongly and deeply exhausted, infatuated, moonstruck, head-over-heels, or lovestruck, but in this case used for “lovestruck.”

Summary: A letter from Namjoon, your obsessive ex who can’t seem to move on. He’s only got one thing on his mind, and that’s to get you back, no matter what it takes. 

Word Count: 400 

Genre: Angst, suggestive but not completely smut

Warning: Yandere!AU, Obsessive behavior, stalker mentality, mention of homicide 

A/N: Erm…I guess the term “Yandere” fits Bangtan, especially with “Blood Sweat and Tears” to prove it. Enjoy this fic and please leave suggestions/comments in my ask box!

Before you start reading: I highly advise you to not read this fic if you are sensitive to any of the content in the warning. 

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#23 Things you said (after I first told you I loved you)

so @fangirl-unlimited-11 asked me in MAY to write a short Sabriel fic with #23 ‘Things you said (after I first told you I loved you)’ and I was really afraid because I´m not a native Speaker, but now I feel bad so I wrote the fic. I sincerely apologize and hope you enjoy it.

Things you said (after I first told you I loved you) Word count: ~400


“I love you”, Sam says.

It´s been a few month after Gabriel magically came back from the dead, showing up at the door of  the  bunker.                                                                                                                                    It was Dean who opened it, all in hunter mode and gun raised at Gabes forehead.

“Heya, Dean-o”

After that,  it was a bit of a blur.                                                                           First was the sound of a gun being loaded and a few shoutings from Dean, followed by probably holy water and multiple knives. Gabe let it all happen, knowing there´s no way the boys would believe him before they did all the tests they know.  

After a bunch of minutes (hours? seconds?) the movements stopped.


“Well, I told ya so. Good to see you, Dean” (And he actually meant that).

And then Dean punched him in square on the nose.                                        “You motherfucking-”


And then Sam saw Gabriel. And Gabriel saw Sam.                                             Faster than expected, the youngest had his gun out and prepared to shoot, but his brother walked up to him.                                                                                                                          

“It´s him, Sam. I did all the tests. I´m not sure why he´s alive, but I´m sure it´s him.“    

                                                                                                                     Gabriels heart wrenched. Sam looked older, more tired than before, but he still had this aura of kindness and purity that Sam never believed he had and he still looked beautiful. So beautiful it tool Gabriels breath away.                                                                                                                    Or maybe it was because of the bone-crushing hug he received.

Well, the story went on and soon Sam and Gabriel went back on being a couple and  actually telling Dean ("yes, together-together”), but that is a story for another time.

Now, both boys (“well, actually I have no gender Sam, I-” “I know Gabe”) are laying in a field in the middle of the night like the sappy couple they are, watching the sky with all its stars when Sam says the three words.

“I love you”

Gabriel, shocked, looks at him with a heart rate that just can´t be healthy, not knowing what to say. Instead, he touched Sams cheek and let´s him look into his mind. There, he shows him all of the memories together and what he was feeling at that moment.

Finished (and Sam with tears in his eyes that he pretends not to notice), Gabriel makes sure the younger Winchester looks at him with when he says:

“And I love you”.

Sometimes you don´t have to throw big speeches, but sometimes the what seems like the most boring sentence can carry your feelings better than you will ever imagine.


Summary: Reader is the first plus sized Winchester’s romantic interest. She wonders what will be the fandom’s reaction.
Pairing: No pairing
Characters: Plus Size!Reader, Richard Speight Jr.,  Danneel Ackes (Mentioned), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki
Word counting: 400 
Warnings: None.
Y/N/N = Your nickname

Originally posted by you-made-me-unbreakable

“You ready, Y/N/N?” Rich, who was directing the episode, asked. 

You nodded quickly. It wasn’t your first episode on Supernatural, but it was a big change for your character. Two seasons ago you were introduced as a British hunter, friends with the Winchester and a recurring character on the show. 

Right now, you were wearing just a robe and a pair of underwear that matched your skin color. Sapphire, your character, was going to have sex with Dean Winchester for the first time. That wasn’t the first time Dean was having a romantic interest and a sex scene, but there was a change now. You were the change. 

You see, Dean always had skinny girls and bimbos around him, but Sapphire wasn’t one of those girls. Being a plus size woman yourself, you couldn’t change your character in that aspect, and she was a big woman too.

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Wooo! I reached 400 followers!

Thank you porn bots for raising my follower count, without you, I’d still be in 5

Originally posted by the-6s-trendy-gifs

Title: MTV Awards
Word Count: 400+

Had it not been for your publicist demanding you go and Oscar promising it would be fun, you wouldn’t have even shown up to the award ceremony. Your views on MTV’s current ridiculousness were very well known- and normally, being nominated for something as trivial as “Best Kiss” didn’t really interest you.

“If we win, we get to makeout in front of people.” Oscar had said.

Of course you retorted, “We could just do that anyway.”

Both of you laughing, you rolled your eyes and started getting ready for the show.

Something you hated, among many things that had already happened tonight, was that you weren’t seated with Oscar. So you couldn’t talk a lot of shit or giggle about anything. He’d been sat two rows behind you, but he might as well have been seated on the other side of the room.

Out from backstage came Stephen Amell to present the Best Kiss Award. When the nominees finally came on screen, you knew for sure that you and Oscar didn’t have a chance.

Dakota Johnson and Jamie Dornan - Fifty Shades of Grey
Amy Schumer and Bill Hader - Trainwreck
Leslie Mann and Chris Hemswork - Vacation
Margot Robbie and Will Smith - Focus
(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) and Oscar Isaac - [MOVIE TITLE]
Morena Baccarin and Ryan Reynolds - Deadpool

“And the winner is…” Stephen looked inside the envelope in his hands, “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) and Oscar Isaac.”

Knowing the cameras were be instantly on you, you mustered up some fake enthusiasm and smiled. Did Will Smith and Margot Robbie deserve to win? Probably. But somehow, the mass majority of the voters enjoyed your steamy kiss scene with Oscar better. The win definitely did a little for your ego.

Oscar was by your side in an instant and you two walked up the stairs and to the stage hand-in-hand. The crowds were screaming. After embracing Stephen and taking the popcorn, you walked up to the microphone, only to push Oscar in front of you to talk. He smiled.

“I told you we’d win.”

The crowd and you let out a chuckle.

Oscar than turned to the crowd, “We would just like to thank all the voters out there. It really means a lot that you guys liked watching us makeout.”

He turned to you and you rolled your eyes. Taking hold of his tie, you pulled him closer and the two of you gave the audience a little peck- which caused them to scream.

Turning to the microphone you said, “I love doing that. Thanks guys!”

a/n: ignore my slight hatred for mtv REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Jealous (Jack G)

Word Count: 400+

Jack and I just arrived to Sammy’s cookout when Sammy invited me into the kitchen. I didn’t know why and neither did Jack, but I trusted him since we were basically best friends. We were always hanging out and I don’t know how Jack felt about it, but I think he was starting to get jealous. Jack watched as I entered the kitchen from the backyard. “I need help with these burgers and I’d figured I’d ask you and you could give me credit.” Sammy said, embarrassed.
“Sammy, you have to be kidding me. They’re burgers. You put them in a pan, season them, and flip them a few times until they’re done.” I laughed.
“Y/N, please. I tried making some earlier and it just wasn’t working. They kept falling apart and the cheese melted all over the place and I don’t even know which seasoning to use.” He looked at me, “Please.”
I shook my head and chuckled, “I guess, Sammy, but you owe me one. Like those really, really good chocolate desserts you make. Yes, those are amazing. Almost as amazing as my cooking in general.”
He smiled and hugged me, “Of course.” He said as he kissed my cheek.
“So,” I said as I put a couple burgers in a pan, “I think Jack is a bit jealous of how much we hang out.”
“He shouldn’t be, I mean, we’re literally just friends. No feelings whatsoever. Maybe a little hots because let’s face it, you’re hot, but everybody knows that.”
Jack walked in the kitchen, “Can I have my girlfriend back now?”
“Listen, dude. I’m sorry if we come off as thinking we like each other, but we don’t. We’re just best friends.” Sammy tried explaining.
“Yes, I’m sure. You guys literally hang out every day, it could be all day or twenty minutes. Either way, you see each other at least once a day, it’s annoying.”
“Baby, I love you. I love Sammy, too, but as a best friend. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
He looked at me and sighed, “Okay.” He smiled and walked over to me, whispering in my ear, “Just wait until we get home.” He smirked and walked back outside as I felt the blood rush to my face.
I turned around and started seasoning the burgers thinking about what would happen later on that day.

You Before Me

Group/Member: GOT7/Junior

Genre: Drabble, Fluff(?)

Word Count: 400+

Summary: 2) “How long have you been standing there?”

Requested: Yes! Anon said: “#2 fluffy with got7 junior, and congrats for 1k :)”

Author’s Note: Uhhhhhhhhhh so I really love Jinyoung, and I just knew I had to claim this request and write a drabble for him! Hope you like it Anonie!

- Admin Sonsee

Originally posted by igot7-love

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Here’s a Sterek college AU drabble I wrote today. Trying to write myself out of a writer’s block! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Rated G, word count ~400.


Derek’s first kiss was Paige Krasikeva, in the middle school band room. She could turn his knees to jelly when she played the cello, and she always smelled weirdly, pleasantly like lemons. When Derek crashed their mouths together in a rare moment of romantic bravery, their braces got locked together and they had to (very slowly and painfully) fetch a teacher to unstick them. Derek was traumatized. He didn’t try to kiss her again.

He didn’t try to kiss anyone else, either, not until high school, not until Kate. He had his braces off by then, his glasses switched out for contacts, and thanks to his brand-new status as a lacrosse bench-warmer, he’d just barely started to lose the gangly noodle-arm look. Even so, he wasn’t exactly what anyone would call attractive. He had forehead acne, and buck teeth, and eyebrows that were, quite frankly, frightening. The fact that a hot girl–a senior, no less–was suddenly interested in him was not only thrilling, it was practically a miracle.

It seemed like less of a miracle three days later, when Derek’s dad caught her pouring gasoline around the perimeter of the house at three in the morning.

Derek wasn’t sure, after that, that he was really cut out for romance.

But the night Stiles kisses him for the first time, Derek practically floats home. His skin is buzzing all over, his neck throbbing from Stiles’ mouth. It’s October, the trees all glowing a dull gold under the streetlights, and he forgot his leather jacket in Stiles’ dorm but he doesn’t even care. He feels warm everywhere. He can’t stop smiling. He wonders if this is what it’s like to get high.

When he lets himself into his dorm, Erica calls, “Hey loser, how was your not-date with—” and stops abruptly, taking in whatever gross, sappy thing his face is doing. “Oh my god,” she says, and then, scrambling up off her bed, “I knew you weren’t going over there just to study!”

He flops back on his bed without taking his shoes off, sighs, “Yeah.” His voice comes out kind of dreamy. When Erica pokes at his hickey, he doesn’t even slap her hand away.

“Oh my god, he broke you,” she says, awed. And then, giggling: “You are so mellow after you get laid, how did I not know this?”

“We didn’t—we just kissed,” Derek says, and Erica rolls her eyes and calls him a sap. He probably is. Romance is amazing.