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Heels (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3000 even (YES. BE PROUD.) Request/Summary: “Can you do 55,57,58 with Lafayette x reader please?”- @zoemonster200​ Warnings: I dropped the f bomb so many times in this the entire city is in ruins, some diet smut, fighting/arguing/yelling, that should be it. let me know if I left anything out.

A/N- Ruby ( @whatdimissmotherfuckers​ ) helped me out with french translations and became my thesaurus for a bit lol. Thank you Ruby. AND. Lafayette is just a tall curly haired bag of salt in this fic. Be warned. ALSO. Please give feedback! I love to hear from you guys!


Shit. He was in love. He sure as hell didn’t want to be. But it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it.

“I don’t think you understand John. I can’t sing.” You told your freckled friend, entering the room with the three boys and Eliza Schuyler. “Agreed.” Lafayette said, snapping out of his daydream. Damnit. How was she so beautiful?

“Fuck you.” You growled at him.“You admitted it.” He sneered. “I was just confirming your suspensions- how you say? Oh, suspicions.”

“Shut up you two.” John flared pulling out a chair a sitting down. “Somebody’s in a bad mood.” You muttered, hopping up and sitting on Lafayette’s counter. “Off the counter.” He grunted. “Hmm.” You pretended to consider his request. “Nah.”

“Get. Your butt. Off. My. Counter. L/N.” He gnarred. “I’d rather not.” You smirked, swinging your legs. “Off the counter!” He barked, thrusting your shoulder backward. “No!” You retorted, shoving him back.

“C’mon (Y/N). Off the counter.” Alexander groaned. “I’d rather not have you two get into a fight again.”

“Again?” Eliza asked, the newest and most innocent of your friend group. “It was ugly.” Hercules answered, glancing toward her momentarily.

You sighed and slipped off the counter, strolling around the peninsula to sit next to John. Lafayette couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping downward as you walked away, your hips swinging. You taunted him relentlessly, and you didn’t even know how much you were tormenting him. His jaw clenched, how could he let this happen? Of all the girls to lose his heart to, it had to be the one who hated him most.

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Sugar with Your Tea?

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Master Yoda moved slower than a frozen Hutt, his little green head bobbing side to side as he ambled pleasantly through the halls of the Temple, nodding a greeting to passing Jedi, who all bowed with great respect to the ancient master.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka followed at a respectful distance, taking small steps and shooting the occasional glance at the people paying obeisance to the Grand Master of the Order.

“Do you think if I offered to give him a lift, he’d take me up on it?” Ahsoka whispered to Obi-Wan, who looked up at her, scandalized.

“You can’t do that, Master Ahsoka!” the Senior Initiate protested, worried that perhaps there might be something wrong with his new friend. “That’s disrespectful! We learn patience by following in the Master’s footsteps.”

Ahsoka just smiled and shook her head as Yoda stopped to hold another conversation with a clutch of wide-eyed younglings. She looked over at Obi-Wan, who was trying so hard to be the perfect Initiate. There were three months left before his thirteenth birthday and he could not afford to step out of line once.

His whole future depended on it.

“What if we just picked him up and carried him off?” Ahsoka teased. “Do you think he’d mind?”

Obi-Wan turned to her slowly, his blue eyes wide horrified as the group shuffled on. “Master Ahsoka!”

She was starting to understand why Anakin had so enjoyed ruffling Master Obi-Wan’s feathers. Obi-Wan’s expression of shock and affront were adorably hilarious. Too bad he never got a chance to see Padawan Obi-Wan. He would have loved him.

“Your offer of assistance and locomotion, I accept,” Yoda chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he hobbled back over to Ahsoka from his latest conversation.

“You… you do?” Ahsoka said, shocked that Yoda had been paying attention to her while he was discussing the finer points of Tellestrian flower arranging with a Charigan Jedi. She had the decency to blush before she knelt and helped Yoda up onto a comfortable perch on her shoulder, surprised to see how light the Grand Master was. “I’m sorry, Master Yoda. I was just… trying to lighten the mood.”

“Rude and impertinent, you were,” Yoda cackled with mischievous glee, pointing to a far hallway. “Old am I, not deaf. Learned your lesson, have you? Hmmm?”

Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka, his blue-grey eyes wide and his lips pulled into a twisted line that indicated he was trying not to laugh at Master Yoda riding piggyback on Ahsoka. He stepped forward and led them in the direction of Yoda’s meditation room. He had a sneaking suspicion that Master Ahsoka didn’t really know where much of anything in the Temple was and this way he could show her without drawing attention to her lack of knowledge.

How she became a Knight, and a jar'kai wielder at that, was a mystery for another day.

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Beauty and The Beast

This week’s prompt for the 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks is:

A retelling of a fairytale.

This is a belated birthday present to my dear friend Amy( @thebreakingillusion), I hope you enjoy this story love! This kind of got away from me and it’s not even really like Beauty and The Beast at all, but it kind of is so… 

Ship: Derek/Lydia

Tags: canon divergent, mentions of canon typical violence

Rating: Mature (for the violence and kind of heavy themes)

Words: 9K

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wolves and girls are made of the same stuff. we are fiercer and stronger than we look, our teeth sharp and white and ready to bite. our nails long and threatening; digging into pink flesh or a pink dress, it’s all the same. our pack mentality, our unwillingness to give up, our deathly beauty, a fine line between queen and killer.

whether i run with diamonds around my neck or blood in my mouth, i’m nature’s creature, a predator with a grin. (x)

They say the forest on the north side of Beacon Hills is haunted, rumors of glowing red eyes and wolf men and unearthly howls on the full moon. They say there’s a beast that lives there, out in the burned out husk of a mansion. They say that a family used to live there, a family bursting with life and love and laughter. Some say that it’s the family’s ghosts that haunt the mansion, but others swear they’ve seen something, a bear, a wolf, a monster.

Lydia thinks it’s all a load of crap.

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Inside Out - Stiles Stilinski

anonymous asked:

Hi sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do an imagine where stiles is getting upset because theo almost killed you, and he’s telling you to be more careful, and it slips out that he loves you. Thank you so much <

an: it’s not the same as the episode

word count: 850 im trying to make it to 1k

warnings: MADE AT 3 AM MY TENSES MAY BE WRONG SPELLING AND WORDS NOT IN A CORRECT MANNOR MY BAD :)

SWEARING

BLOOD

SORRY FOR TAKING TOO LONG

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Mirrored Illusions || Jeonghan || Pt. 9

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7// Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 //

Word Count: 2820

Genre: adventure, superhero/villain!au, fantasy

Summary: Just because of one dream, your life is turned upside down. And you had the worst companion to go through it with.


“We’ve been walking and hiding for the past three days. How big is this forest?!” you shoved your boot into the dirt path and kicked upward in a plume.

Jeonghan waved a hand, dispersing the sand away from his face with a delicate cough. He turned to you with a slightly amused smile, “Would you like to rest?”

“No, I would not like to rest,” you grumbled, “I want to get out of this forest. Maybe the key is to get unbearably lost and stray from the path!”

“I know you’re frustrated—“

“Don’t you dare use your charm speech on me,” you snapped.

Jeonghan closed his mouth, hands up in resignation, “Alright.”

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The Caged Bird Sings: by Barking Backwards



Disappointed I don’t belong.
You fucking did me wrong.
Love is such a selfish thing.
That’s why the caged bird sings.
Hope you got what you want.
Party it up you fucking cunt.
Loves a lie, doesn’t mean a thing.
But still the caged bird sings.
I only had eyes for your.
But you proved to be untrue.
Spin my head and fuck my mind.
Thanks for wasting all my time.
No time to react. You laugh as you stab my back.
Set this caged bird free. Please repair these broken wings.
You threw it all away, but for what?
Go back to your old ways you fucking slut.
And you laugh as you stab me in the back.
And they laugh at all my cries, yet the dream still burns inside.
Maybe or maybe not, I’ll one day know the truth.
But this caged bird sings with or without you.