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“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.


“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter (and dating Peter!) would include…

let’s do it again!

Requested by anon and @katiemcrae
“ Could you maybe do a fluffy headcanons about being Tony Starks daughter and dating Peter Parker? Thanks and I love your blog ^_^ “
AND “  YOOO those headcanons were good asffff !!! Do part 2 ??? I really liked them ! 💓❤️ “  
 
 

Tony Stark / Headcanon Masterlists

Piggy backs off of this!

  • You didn’t go to school, Tony thought it would be easier to just hire tutors and online school worked just fine. You and Tony do a lot of travelling, it was much better this way.
  • But that also meant you didn’t have many friends your age
  • Until Tony saw you watching a video online of “the amazing Spider-Man”
  • Tony wanted to recruit this boy
  • He could be helpful to the team
  • And Tony knows how to get information. Tony was able to figure out who was behind the mask after just a little bit of digging
  • Peter was ecstatic to be going to the residence of Tony Stark and the Avengers Compound
  • He was so happy to get a suit upgrade
  • *oh don’t mind peter and tony working on suit designs* *because you walk in*
  • “Hey, father, can I get onto your computer? Thanks, I want to change something in FRIDAY’s code.”
  • “(Y/N) NO DO NOT TOUCH FRIDAY!”
  • Peter like drops whatever he is working with because he is so stunned to be in the presence of yn stark
  • “Ooooh, who’s the kid?” 
  • “yn this is Peter Parker-”
  • “Spider-Boy, right? I watch your videos on youtube.”
  • Peter is baffled that two people figured out his identity without even knowing him, well that or you saw the suit sitting in front of him
  • You picked up his goggles, “holy wowza no wonder you’re here you’re going to run into a wall with these things”
  • “I can see out of them perfectly fine…but i do need an upgrade” aka peter thinks you and tony don’t understand how his senses work but he wants to be around you so he admits he needs help
  • “yn would you like to help?” -tony
  • Peter dies on the inside because woRKiNg wITh YOu
  • You help a little bit but then have to leave because you have *important work* to do with Clint…aka montly intense cookie baking and dance off
  • Peter ends up staying around the base much more often. He has to train to be a superhero, as much as Tony doesn’t want him out there risking his life…Peter is stubborn and he has the powers to do it- might as well let him do it in a safer suit.
  • But Peter is catching eyes for you
  • He can’t help it
  • He wants to talk to you
  • Peter is v scared
  • And Tony can tell he feels this way. But Tony is stuck in between letting him calmly love you or telling him “stay away from yn” because tony doesn’t know how he feels 100% about Peter just yet
  • But the advances happen anyway
  • After months of him and you bonding over random, nerdy and cute things, he words up the courage to ask you on a date
  • you say yes, obviously, or this headcanon wouldn’t be a thing
  • So you two go to dinner and realize man we aren’t this fancy wanna go get ice cream
  • So now you two are dressed up like you’re going to a fancy restaurant when really you’re sitting in the middle of an ice cream parlor
  • But that’s ok, because it’s who you are
  • And this happens a few times. 
  • Dates include random walks to photography outings to movies to pizza to swinging around the city to literally sitting in Peter’s apartment playing Scrabble
  • You come home one day and tell your father you and Peter are officially dating
  • He doesn’t know how to feel about it
  • He doesn’t say anything for like…ten minutes
  • Steve is in the room and is very happy for you and Peter, but is getting worried about Tony
  • “Tony…do you need to sit down? You’re losing all color in your face.”
  • Tony doesn’t say anything but slowly sits down on the chair. He should have seen this coming. (shut up pietro). He knows you two have been hanging out a lot and he has seen how much fun you guys have. Why is he so shocked?
  • After taking time to think it through and regaining the color in his face, he realized that it wasn’t shock from you two dating…he was shocked he was okay with it
  • You’re his baby girl!
  • He’s supposed to protect you!
  • How can he let some immature teenager attempt to look after you?
  • At least it’s like a superhero and not some random boy you met on the street
  • BUT STILL
  • Tony sighs and gets his thoughts together. “Well, I’ve seen how happy you two are. Keep the happiness, it’s nice to see that”
  • “Thanks, dad”
  • “Thank you Mr. Stark.”
  • Tony has to force himself to stand up and by now Pepper is in the room and already filled in on the drama
  • “I better not catch you two kissing…or you have another thing coming!”
  • Pepper quickly rushes over and grabs Tony by the arm. “Shush, Tony, that’s their business.”
  • Pepper highkey loves that you two are together
  • She couldn’t be anymore happy
  • She had always wanted to hear you gush about your s/o, no matter if it was a girl or a boy! She just wanted to be there to hear about it.
  • And now she could
  • You two could sit up and talk for hours about nothing
  • And now you could fill her in on dates, because Peter is a fooking romantic who wants to give the best
  • “Last night he landed on my windowsill to give me roses but because he was swinging around so much, the petals flew off of all but one.” - you
  • “It’s the thought that counts…right?” - pepper
Mr. Holland will see you now..

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader has an interview at Holland Industries

Request by : @grownmanjisoo

Warnings: Swearing cause I swear a lot, you should know this by know haha

Word Count:2,300

A/N: I’m starting this series earlier than I thought cause I couldn’t wait honestly lmao



[Reader’s POV]

   The sound of the alarm stung your ears as it woke you up from your slumber. Your eyes struggling to open as you slammed your hand down on the alarm clock. A few seconds go by and your phone starts buzzing and ringing loudly. Frustratedly you slap stretch to grab your phone.


   Unluckily your body falls off the bed slamming onto the floor. Letting out a defeated sigh you wobble back up grabbing onto your bed for support. You saw your reflection in your closet mirror doors. Hair sticking up like Anna from Frozen. Cringing at the sight you head towards the bathroom.


   Flicking the light on your own reflection scares the fuck out of you. Turning the knob water starts to pour out. Cupping your hands and letting the water gather it you splash it in your face. You sure as hell don’t look like those fake commercials. Water got on the counter and you somewhat look like a wet dog now.

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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

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I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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The Origin of the Bittle-Zimmermann Cruel Jam Empire (Another Non-NHL!Jack fic)

[Sequel to this fic]

CW: FOOD, mentions of real people

“Alright, so I got so stressed out about the exam I had today that I made a couple things of jam,” Bittle said as he swept into Jack’s apartment. He’d had his own key since Jack had gotten the place, and he abused that privilege on an almost daily basis. If it had been anyone else, Jack would have regretted living so close to campus.

“What’s ‘a couple?’” Jack asked without looking up from his laptop.

Bittle huffed and set a box down on Jack’s table with a small thud. “I plead the fifth,” he said, hand on his hip.

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You Understand, Right? (Part 7): Divine Intervention

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 970+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I can’t believe I got this chapter up. I’m so exhausted. Also, I wrote another chapter (ch 13) but I’m not sure where I wanna go with it so I might scrap the idea altogether. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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When Dean woke up the next day, he slipped carefully out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping girl so he could make breakfast. As he headed towards the kitchen, he passed by the library, seeing Sam with his laptop.

“What are you doing?” the older Winchester asked.

“Tracking down the alpha vampire,” Sam responded, glancing at his older brother briefly before going back to his computer. “We’ve got less than three weeks to find him, and kill him.”

Dean nodded, knowing they couldn’t push back finding the monster any longer. As much as he wanted to focus on making sure Y/N was getting better, they needed to focus on killing the vampire first. He made his way to the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee, and started boiling the water for Y/N’s tea when a blood-curling scream stopped his heart. Dean quickly ran to his room, meeting Sam in the hallway. It didn’t matter than he was unarmed. He would fight tooth and nail, with his bare hands, with whatever decided to come to his home, and attack his loved ones.

The boys nearly broke the door down when they crashed into the room, seeing Y/N curled against the headboard, and Castiel standing at the edge of the bed with his head titled to the side. She was sobbing, and hyperventilating while Castiel was calmly trying to explain who he was.

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Love You

Prompt/Summary: It’s easier to tell Steve you love him when he doesn’t know you mean it.  (fluffity fluff)

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha, Sam

Warnings: None.  Steve is a bit of a shit.  I honestly don’t think I used a single curse word in this.  I’m a bit shocked.  Maybe I used them up writing Pushing All my Buttons.

Word Count: 1061  (just a shorty)

Author’s Note:I’ve been on a bit of a Steve kick.  And work has totally let up (thank god the year end banquet is over) so I have a bit more time to enjoy my writing.  So I wouldn’t get your hopes up for more than one story a week, but I do have some challenges coming due. 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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A Million Reasons

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean keeps pushing the reader away.  Will she stay?

Word Count:  1442

Warnings:  Angst

A/N:  I’m currently obsessed with A Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, which inspired this. 

Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by won-der-land89

A Million Reasons

Rolling over in the bed, you sigh, realizing Dean isn’t next to you. Not that you’d expect it, not lately. You know where he is. Either at a bar or in the library drinking whiskey, or passed out on whatever surface seemed the most appealing in a drunken stupor.

You can’t remember the last time he’s smiled at you, or held you or said a kind word. Lately, it had been a constant stream of arguments and tears. The pain was bone deep, the hurt, the rejection that you felt on a daily basis, it was wearing you down.

Trying to wait it out, trying to be supportive, giving him space, it was taking a toll on you. It was breaking you. You were running out of reasons to stay.

———–

Sam hears her sobs through the bedroom door as he makes his way to the kitchen. He hesitates, his hand on the knob. He doesn’t know if he should try to comfort her or if he should give her the dignity of privacy.

What he does know is that it can’t keep going on this way. Dean is lost is his own grief, angry and bitter, hiding in his cups and taking his pain out on the both of them. She gets the brunt of it, and it kills Sam. She doesn’t deserve it.

Sam is just about to turn the knob when he hears the bunker door swing open and the heavy tread of Dean’s boot on the staircase. He shifts back and forth from foot to foot trying to decide which direction to go.

With a heavy sigh, he removes his hand from the knob and turns to confront his brother.

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anonymous asked:

An angsty 707 x MC ficlet with a fluffy end? Thank you! Hope it's not too much. Love your blog!🌸

Of course it’s not too much! Hope you like this one:) 


MC shut off the TV to answer her phone vibrating against the kitchen counter. When she saw the name flashing on the screen, she braced herself. “Hello?”

“Hello? MC?” The familiar voice came through the speaker.

“Did you need something, Saeyoung?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended.

She heard him chuckle softly. “To be honest, my brother is driving me crazy at the moment. I feel like getting outside the house. Want to do something today?”

She suppressed the resurfacing guilt in her chest. “Um, maybe not today. I’m going out with Jaehee” she replied. He was silent on the other end, but she could feel the tension between them. “Hello?”

“That’s fine. Oh–Saeran is calling me now. Call me later, okay?” He hung up without another word. She was pretty sure she didn’t hear Saeran’s voice in the background, but she shrugged and put the phone down.

MC didn’t even notice the time that passed as she once again threw herself into answering emails for the next RFA party and finding more potential guests. So, when Saeyoung’s contact once again appeared on her phone, she was slightly confused. “Hey, didn’t you just call?” she asked.

“MC, that was hours ago. You probably forgot, because you were with Jaehee, right?”

She had almost forgotten the excuse she made. “Oh, was it? Yeah, I’m actually with her right now, so I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

There was a short pause before she heard him scoff. “Funny you say that. I bumped into her two seconds ago at the grocery store. She didn’t mention you or your outing.”

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. She opened her mouth to say something, but she had nothing that would defend her. “Um…”

“Are you avoiding me?”

She sighed and hoped he didn’t hear her shaky breath. “Saeyoung, why would I be avoiding you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” he burst. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”

“We were both really busy these two weeks. Get some rest, Saeyoung, I’ll see you on the weekend.You seem to need more time with your family.”

“What’s that supposed to–”

She ended the call before she could finish. She tossed her phone on the other end of the couch and curled her knees into her chest. She hated doing this to him…but Saeran was right. How did she possibly expect them to rebuild their relationship if she was getting in the way? She half expected her phone to continually vibrate, but it didn’t. She breathed in relief when it didn’t look like he would call back. She didn’t want to cause more problems than she had already.

Later that night, MC heard someone knocking on her door. A familiar voice was shouting her name from the other side. Saeyoung?

 Her fingers hesitated on the door knob. Maybe he would assume she was asleep and just go home.

“MC, I know you’re awake,” his muffled voice carried through the door. “You never go to bed before two in the morning.”

MC slowly opened the door, only allowing her eyes to be shown. “Shut up, I’m asleep.”

He let out a strangled laugh before becoming solemn again. “This isn’t the time to joke around!” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Can we talk?”

She nodded before opening the door. “Yeah, come in.”

He hesitated a few moments longer before entering. He shut the door behind him and exhaled sharply. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he said. “And don’t give excuses. I want the truth, MC. We promised no secrets.”

“Nothing is wrong,” She paused. “I just wonder if you need some space. That’s all.”

He stared at her, his lips parted. He raked his hand through his red hair. “If I needed space, I would’ve told you! Where did you even get that idea? I didn’t push you away. I invited you over a lot–”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not tired all the time! You have enough thing to worry about. Having me will just be another problem, Saeyoung.” MC tried to steady her voice. She could almost feel a lump in her throat.

“What?” he breathed. “Problem? MC, I have never considered you a problem. Besides that, what exactly am I tired from? I don’t work half as much anymore.”

The room was silent for a moment. The words she was holding in for a long time finally escaped her mouth. “It’s Saeran.”

She watched as Saeyoung’s usual vibrancy drained from his face. This is what she dreaded. She cleared her throat and went on when he didn’t respond. “He mentioned that you’d been tired lately…and dealing with him was probably enough. Having to constantly entertain me on top of it…he said maybe I should take it into consideration.”

To her surprise, Saeyoung chuckled. “Is this why he’s been asking if you were coming over every day? The guy’s drowning in his guilt.” Saeyoung grabbed MC’s hand and yanked her into his embrace.

She was too stunned to return it. “What do you mean?” she mumbled into his shoulder. “Your brother usually avoids me. I don’t understand.”

“He was probably having a bad day. Next time just tell me if he says that. He usually doesn’t mean it in that way.” His voice was muffled in her hair. “Come to me first, mkay?”

She nodded. The weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders for the past two weeks dissipated with him so close. Finally, she snaked her arms around his torso. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m always worried that I’m always hindering you somehow. I guess it just got to me.”

He clicked his tongue and pulled back to look at her. “Where do you get these silly ideas in your head?” he said, gently rapping his knuckles against her forehead. “You and Saeran are all I have. If anything, you’re the one who pushes me forward, got it?”

Again, she nodded, releasing the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “So–er–are you free tomorrow?”

He tapped his chin. “The question is if you’re free. Two weeks of lost time, that’s at least fourteen hours we need to make up. So, I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning.”

She frowned. “Wait, what? But where are we going?”

He opened the door behind him. “Secret. But I can tell you it involves cake.”

With one last wink, he left her alone in the apartment, feeling lighter than she had all week. It wasn’t long after that her phone vibrated with an apologetic text from Saeran.

MC sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Sometimes, Saeyoung could be a handful with his crazy shenanigans or his rare overly-serious behavior. But if there was one thing he knew how to do was fix things. Especially when it came to the people he cared for most. 


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It’s her, but it’s not her ! 1/2 - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : Bruce and the batkids are thrown into an alternate reality where their wife/mother, “the Batmom”…isn’t theirs, but Superman’s. Needless to say, they can’t wait to get home. 

I can’t help but feel like I could’ve write something better around that idea…might re-write everything at some point, because meh. Hope you’ll still like it :/.

PART 2 !

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His worst nightmare was unfolding in front of him. 

Or, at least, one of his worst nightmare. 

She was kissing him. And from the look of it, it wasn’t just a chaste little kiss, or a small peck on the lips…No, it was a full on make-out session right there. 

After yet another Justice League problem, Batman and his kids accidentally travelled to another dimension, exchanging their place with the Dark knight and his sidekicks from this World. They were currently in the JLA’s headquarters. Bruce was expecting things to be different, but he never thought about his wife being…Superman’s. 

Or at least, it was his girlfriend, given the fact that he was eating her face since they arrived. They didn’t even notice them entering, accompanied with Diana, Dinah, Arthur and Oliver. Usually, Bruce was the one kissing you passionately and making everyone uncomfortable (he wasn’t much for PDA, but you didn’t give a flying fuck about it, and he could never resist you…). 

Diana cleared her throat…and you and Clark didn’t move at all, still kissing each others. The amazon turned to Bruce and his sons, and, with an apologetic look, said : 

-I’m sorry. They were both on missions for the past month, they hum…missed each other I guess…

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Soulmate Steal (2/2) Tom Holland x Reader (Soulmate AU!)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

credits to gif owner)

Summary: You’re attending the Spider-man Homecoming Premiere when suddenly you’re world becomes vibrant with colors, meaning you’ve touched your soulmate. Tom Holland. But then someone else claimed as it first, stealing your soulmate.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader </p>

Warnings: A curse word

A/N : I really tried to find a unique name for the OC so none of you would have the same name. I’m sorry if you still do. And to those who sent me ask to be tagged in this, I’m sooo sorry. I forgot to write down your blog before answering your ask privately (I k, I’m so stupid). I hope you can forgive me:)

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You played the video for the hundredth time. Apparently the moment where Tom found his “soulmate” is captured in a video. You paused the video when your hand, holding a funko pop comes into view. And surely, it touched Tom’s arm. You continued the video to see Tom’s stunned face. It’s clear as day, you’re Tom’s soulmate.

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sarcasm | jughead x reader

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

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written by: kelly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: hi for the prompt thing, can you do #18 w/ jughead? thanks 💫

prompt: 18- “you and your sarcasm suck”

chapter song: me & mr jones / amy winehouse.

moving schools was always hard. you would think that i would have gotten used to it by now. 6 schools in 3 years, spread across 5 states.

my parents were never on the best of terms. they were teenagers when they had me and that was the start of their adult life.

my mom re-married and moved to germany because my stepdad was in the army. all of the moving schools was due to the army life we married into.

i never really grew up with my dad in my life. he was a trouble maker and my mom didn’t appreciate his carelessness. he moved to riverdale when I was 3, and I hadn’t seen him since.

I’m now a 16 year old and this is the first time i’ll be living with him. i’m nervous, but at least he is letting me stay with him and his girlfriend.

we pull up to a trailer park called sunnyside. the sign was faded from sun damage, making me laugh a little bit at the irony of the situation.

the cab slowly stopped in front of an older trailer with caution. i slowly get out of the cab, grab my cases and take it to the front.

i notice that the second i close my door the cab driver sped off. the trailer has a sticker on the door that reads welcome to the snake den.

interesting. i knock on the front door three times, not sure where to look.

almost instantly a tall blonde lady opens the door. she was beautiful, but she looked hungover. she looked me up and down, not with a bad attitude but with curiosity.

“can i help you?” she questioned, hesitance present in her voice.

“um, is danny here?” i answer.

a look of clarity spread across her face.

“you must be y/n.” the stranger stated, leaning against the doorway smiling.

“yeah.” I blurt out.

“i’m lana, your dads girlfriend.” she announced.

“nice to meet you.” i uttered, super shy for some reason.

she then gestured for me to come in - so I grabbed my bags and I walked into the dingy trailer.

It looked like it had just been cleaned, the windows were open and there was a small arrangement of flowers in an old beer bottle. they were rose’s.

she then had me follow her to a small bedroom. the bedsheets were pink and there was a small desk in the corner of the room.

“by the way your dad speaks about ya I was expecting a little girl to walk through that door, but you’re not so little anymore. you’re stunning.” She insisted, the compliment making me blush.

“he talks about me?” I question, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.

“oh god, all the damn time. there’s a photo of you and him next to his bed.” she states matter-of-factly.

“where is he?” I ask

.“oh um-uh- he’s at work, he’ll be back real soon.” she acknowledged.

after that brief conversation with lana, I began to unpack my stuff. i set up my laptop and i went onto my blog. writing gave me clarity and was a calming release for me.

all thoughts were interrupted when I heard a car roar past the trailer. the doors opened and I heard a whole bunch of guys laughing and yelling.

I heard a soft knock on my door and then it was followed by lana telling me that my dad was back. that’s when my nerves hit.

i adjusted my hair into a pony tail and i stepped out of my room. as i walk out i bump into a tall, black haired boy. his eyes were deep blue and we stared at one another for a second.

“oh sorry.” i say trying to avoid eye contact. he was hot and i was embarrassed.

silence entered the room at a record setting speed. dead silence. all of a sudden a look of relief washed upon the mysterious strangers face.

“you’re y/n, right?” he asked, raking his long fingers through his thick hair.

“yeah.” i nodded, while realising this question would be a re-occurring one.
while looking at the tall, dark and handsome guy, I noticed he had a cool leather jacket on. it appeared to be vintage, but it gives him this look. like a mixture of a young james dean and young leo dicaprio.

“i think i need to go and you know, see danny.” i mumble, doing that awkward rock on my heels people do when they want to leave a room.

the cute stranger smiles and carries on towards the restroom. the back of his jacket has two embroided snakes on it. southside serpents. pretty cool if I do say so myself. must be their school football team.

as i exit the small hallway i’m greeted by loud cheers, filling the small trailer. i get a bit of a fright, looking around at all these smiley strangers.

tall and scary men, some older and some look around my age. tattoos and matching leather jackets. i see a man get up and walk over to me.

younger looking guy, tons of tattoos. it’s danny, i can tell. we have the same eyes.

“good to see you again, y/n.” he smiled, giving me a massive squeeze.

“hey danny.” I reply, returning the smile.

we sat down and started taking with all the guys and i can promise you this, i’ve never laughed so much in my whole entire life. the tall and handsome boy was sitting in the middle of the crowd, looking at me. with some sudden ball of courage, i ask him a question.

“i have a camera if you wanna use it.” i snicker.

the boy goes red and the crowd busts up laughing. all of them turning to danny saying i’m just like him.

“you and your sarcasm suck..” the boy states matter-of-factly, looking up at me with the most wonderful half smile.

“well i’d like to credit you for that powerful statement, but i don’t have your name.” i answer back.

“jughead jones.” and with that unusual introduction, i got handed my own leather jacket. it was the day I met my future husband and the day the future queen of the southside serpents was born.

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Being an English Avenger (headcanon)

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Being an English Avenger:

- When Tony found out there was another superhero across the pond, he did his best to contact you and asked you to visit the Stark Tower in NY;
- He was seriously impressed of how good you were;
- But you need some training and a new costume;
- Ok but Peter would be so excited to meet you;
- He spent hours watching your videos on YouTube;
- We can also say that he had a small crush on you;
- Your costume was similar to his and covered half of your face;
- Peter almost fainted when he saw you without your mask;
- You were just so beautiful !!!! And you guys are also the same age;
- Peter shipped you two together;
- “OMG(Y/Superhero/N)IAMSPIDERMANANDIAMSOHAPPYTOWORKWITHYOUPLEASELETSBEFRIENDS”
- “Peter don’t scare her already” Tony rolled his eyes;
- Peter would looooove your British accent;
- He continuously asked you how do you say/pronounce some random words;
- Since you two are the younger, Tony asked you to train together;
- Captain would be the first one to notice that Peter had a crush on you;
- “Dude, ask her out!”
- “Ah ciehhcejrhebsjd NO WAY!”;
- Since you spent so much time together you started to like him as well;
- But you wanted to be professional and tried to restrain your feeling for the lil American dork;
- After two weeks, Peter invited you to visit NY;
- But to visit NY in a ‘Spider-Man way’ 😏;
- He showed you how he swung from a ceiling to another and you could watch every single area of the city from above;
- Every night Peter took you on the top of a skyscraper to watch the sunset together;
- He also invited you at his place;
- May loved you so much! And she asked to come more often for some 'girl time’ together;
- Ned begged Peter to meet you because he was a super fan as well;
- Peter would be so jealous of Ned crushing you;
- When you were sad because you missed home, Peter started speaking with an English accent;
- You two would be an amazing duo;
- Everyone talked about you;
- One day you got injured during a training session and Peter would be super worried;
- Helping each other during fights and missions;
- Maybe you also attended his school?;
- Peter would be so excited;
- Spending each lesson laughing like crazy at the back of the class;
- Ok but let’s talk about serious business, now:
- HOMECOMING;
- Peter would ask Tom and Cap for help because he didn’t know how to ask you to go with him;
- “Just ask her before someone else does!”
- “Oh my god, she’s coming huhdjxjwhdj”;
- I can picture Peter trying to escape and Cap stopped him just with one hand;
- “Y/N, Peter has something to tell you?”;
- “HiY/NIwaswonderingifyiuwantedtocometohomecominwithme”;
- Smiling because you accepted;
- Peter could finally breathe again;
- Ok but he would ask Tony for advice and you’d go to May or Pepper for the dress?
- Or maybe ut would be something like 'say yes to the dress’ with the avenger squad;
- The day of the Homecoming finally arrived and Peter was amazed by how stunning you were with that dress;
- Dancing together to slow songs;
- “Y/N, I have something to tell you” he whispered while you were dancing;
- “Sure Peter”
- “I really li-”
- His words were interrupted by a phone call;
- “Damn, it’s Tony. It’s an emergency” you said “We really have to go. You can tell me later th-”
- Peter didn’t let you finish, he grabbed you by the wrist and the second later his lips were on yours;
- “I’ve been waiting for so long, you know?” you smiled at him “But now we really have to go”;
- Peter was like 😍 and he smiled all the time during the mission because he knew that once you finished he could kiss and cuddle you;

Full Of Surprises {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A clumsy little Amity girl stumbles her way into the Dauntless foundation, and to everyone’s surprise, is pretty damn good. So good in fact, that she catches her leader’s eye.

Summary: {Y/N} has worked hard since the Choosing Ceremony, fighting her way to the top with unexpected skill. When the night comes for a game of Capture the Flag, she has a little one on one time with Eric. With victory in hand, it’s that moment he realises that this little farm girl could be the initiate he’s been waiting for.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny requested a Eric x amity!reader. Where Eric thinks the reader will be a total fail, but ends up top of her class. I kept out the ‘maybe some smut at the end’, just to take a break from writing it and to space it out on this blog. Hope it’s okay.

Word Count: 2595

Taglist: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any/particular pieces.

Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, credits to the used that made it. I do not own the Divergent characters, credits to the writers and producers of the series. In this, I’m more of going off the books in regard to the boys’ ages. So, it’s the year before Tris transferred, both of them being seventeen whilst the reader is of course sixteen.

A/N: I am really happy with this! I hope you are too. There is some sass, some baddassary, and of course there is fluff. And I just love Eric, so much, and this was so fun to write. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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5 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count:
 3,381 i love writing i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of torture, non-con, bruises, being beaten etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“I could ask you the same thing, Serena.”


The once beautiful girl looked drained, she didn’t seem like your best friend, something had changed. Evidently. She was wearing a red silky dressing gown that had parted slightly at the front, revealing her matching lingerie underneath. Her overall appearance was outlandishly sexy and completely out of character, she would normally never wear anything like that, never mind be confident enough to answer the door dressed that way. Was she fucking Mr Lee?

“Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong house, it’s just me and my boyfriend home.” She smiled, talking just a little too loud for your liking,

“Serena what the fuck is going on?! Why are you here?” You whispered, just in case the dangerous professor was lurking behind her,

“I told you we didn’t order a pizza. I’m sorry you have the wrong address. You have to leave now-” Serena tried slamming the door shut on you, but a large hand gripped at the dark wood, stopping the door from shutting completely.

“Y/N.. Is that you?”

Mr Lee.

“Yeah, uh, my car broke down and I was just looking for some help… I didn’t know you lived here.”

Shivers ran down your spine when you saw him, he was still the same young, handsome professor you once trusted and looked up to. He was wearing a crisp navy suit, his black hair was slicked back and stubble shadowed his fierce features. Only difference being this time you were more than aware of his out of school activities, and he’d somehow managed to drag Serena into it too. Was she working for him all along?

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“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Hey dude ! First, a big thanks for the compliment, always more than appreciated :D. And then, here’s your request, hope you’ll like it :

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea. 

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Body Like a Back Road

Originally posted by theanxiouskid

Summary:  After a night at the bar, you ask Dean a question, and he tells you the difference between bar girls and you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1133

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m backkkkkkkkk. So this idea has been in my head forever, the song “Body like a Back Road”, speaks to my inner Dean girl. Please be gentle, this is the first thing I have written in a while.

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Walking into the bar, you saw him right away. He always dominated your thoughts. Dean Winchester, best friend, bad ass hunter, lethal lothario, the definition of sex on bow legs and last but not least, the man you were secretly in love with.

Sighing heavily, you saw that of course the bar skanks were already vying for his attention. Resigning yourself to later listening to the wails from big breasted women started running rampant in your head. ‘Maybe I could get a different hotel without either of the boys asking why? Yeah, right.’  You spied an empty table and headed for it, ready to drown your sorrows. Sam had also found someone already, so now you got to be the awkward fifth wheel once they all joined you at the table, both bar skanks giving you the evil eye when you were introduced.

The waitress came over to get everyone’s order, not surprising to you when Dean’s Mensa candidate for the evening asked for a Shirley Temple. Rolling your eyes, you ordered a beer and three shots, knowing that you would need them. You snickered when even Dean looked at Honey or Cherry- ‘Honestly, who names their kids that?’ in stunned silence at her drink choice. Once the drinks were delivered, you wasted no time in throwing back the shots rapidly, and signaling the waitress for three more.

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Anonymous said:Prompts about a king in love with his servant? //   Anonymous said:Hey! Do you have any prompts for a prince and his servant that is slowly falling in love with him? I love your blog btw <3 

 Anonymous said:Do you have any romantic prompts for a maid and her master??


See also here, for my royalty au tag for various similar prompts among other things.


1) “Perhaps your servant can see to my needs?” The visiting noble smiled, eyes fixed on the King as if they were unaware of the cheek of presuming to have the King’s personal servant at use. 
The servant looked to the King, because surely they would say no? From the rumors going around, the noble was not known for his kindness. 
Their King looked at the noble with an unreadable expression. Cool. Then they gestured a hand, the same hand that had drawn the servant close so tenderly the night before and stroked their hair with such affection. 
The servant’s stomach dropped. 


2) “Why don’t you get in?” The prince suggested without opening his eyes. “The water is warm, and you must be freezing given this weather. It might stop you slopping water over the floor in your nerves.” One eye cracked open, warm and wicked and amused. “Have you never seen a naked man before?” 
The servant floundered, flushed from the steam and - well. “You’re not a man, you’re a prince, my lord.” He scarcely knew where it was appropriate to look.
The prince laughed softly at the response, even if the servant hadn’t intended to entertain, and they felt the sound rumble right through their bones. Their stomach fluttered.
Baths and cleaning up to their knowledge were normally cold and hurried affairs, wasting as little water as possible. This, with the expansive tub and the gushing heat, was luxurious. It did look tempting. The servant hesitated. 
“Would it ease your mind if I made it into an order?”


3) The ballroom was empty in the moonlight, as she scrubbed the floors and cleared away the last debris of the grand party the night. Perhaps the emptiness should have tipped her off. Or the emergence of music quietly from the gramophone. She whipped around to find him on the edges of the room, offering her a small smile. Then his hand as he drew close, and then drew her closer still as they swayed. 
“I wanted to offer you some token of my appreciation,” he said. “For allowing me to practice with you, so I didn’t make a fool of myself dancing tonight.” 
“You and [lady’s name] made a very graceful couple, sir. I was happy to help.”
He twirled her, carefully, with a flicker of pride crossing his face as he drew her close again without fault. “I rather missed you.” 
“I think you may be rather sloshed sir, too.” Saying something like that. Her heart still pounded. 


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Of course, she’d always had feelings for the prince. Who wouldn’t? He was kind, and noble, and handsome and he was kissing so sweetly and he was  - and married. Married to her lady. 
“It’s perfectly alright,” her lady said. She approached across the floor, and brushed the serving girl’s hair gently out of her face to press a familiar kiss to her forehead. She hadn’t imagined she’d be getting those anymore. She hadn’t much imagined she’d ever kiss a prince neither. 
“We’re both very fond of you,” said the prince, caressing her cheek. “You have been most invaluable to us both. Are you alright? You look a bit-”
Stunned. Reeling. 
“Sit down,” her lady worried. “You’ve been on your feet all day.” 
This was actually happening, wasn’t it?

Her Three Handsome Boys

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, absolute fluff. Suit shopping, happiness, fluffffff!!!

Word Count: 542

Summary: Y/n takes the boys suit shopping.

A/N: Ok, more fluff for this series, cos I just wanna!! Hope u like it!!

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Y/n sat in the chair, waiting for him to come out.

She could feel her heart pounding, the thought of seeing him making her happier than she should’ve been.

Then again, of course she’d be giddy.

Who wouldn’t be right now?

“Come on! It doesn’t take this long to get dressed!”

Y/n heard the deep chuckling coming from in the dressing room.

“That why it takes you almost an hour to get ready?”

She rolled her eyes, even if he couldn’t see her.

But he did have a point.

Ever since they’d began actually going out into the town and not just staying cooped up in the cabin, John had been taking her on a lot of dates.

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Convergence 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2

Pre note: I will not leave you in suspense any longer. The next chapter of Convergence. Enjoy!

A/N: There’s an ominous feeling lurking.


“Can we talk in private?”

“There’s not much to say.” I answered.

“Please, I know how betrayed you must feel.”

“You don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling.” I say walking towards Nat. “What do you know about betrayal? You’re an assassin, you thrive off of this.”

Bucky grabs my wrist. “Doll, calm down.”

I twist my wrist out of his grasp and slapped her. Natasha didn’t defend herself, she didn’t react, she stood there and took the expletives that I threw at her.

“How could you, Nat? I’m pregnant with his child, your goddaughter.” I say slowly hoping the words would sink in. “How could you sleep with him?” I turned to face Bucky.” How could you sleep with her?”

She knits her brows. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

“Liar!”

“He said you did.”

“We kissed…I kissed him, but I didn’t sleep with him.”

Bucky shakes his head. “Doll, like me, you have jumped and dove into the cliff of conclusions. Natasha and I slept together during my hydra days.”

I was stunned. “What?”

“Back then we were never in a romantic relationship, but we did everything else in between.”

“So you were fuck partners?”

Bucky hesitates then nods and Nat cringed slightly, steeling herself.

“But that was all in the past, unlike you and Loki.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I told you there’s nothing going on between Lo and I.”

Lo stepped forward to defend me, but Thor held him back. “No. Let them work it out.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

“With him, no.” Bucky says bluntly.

Nat spoke breaking the silence. “I love him.”

“No, shit.” I say thinking back on all the situations and missions where Natasha’s innocent concern and attentiveness was much more than I observed it to be. All of this happening under my nose and I didn’t suspect for one second that there was something there besides friendship.

“Natasha, I’m not in love with you and I never will be. We both knew what it was back then, I wasn’t in the right frame of my mind to give you or anyone anything stable. I told you this and you were fine with what we were.”

She nods. “I know, but it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“Fuck this shit.” I say.

“Doll.”

“Bucky, no. You and Nat need to figure out what the hell this is because she is deeply in love you. Don’t you see that?”

He glanced at her then gazed at me. “You are all I see, Dollface. I love you, I am deeply in love with you.”

My eyes slowly met his and the vulnerability in his eyes almost caused me to rush into his arms and repeat those same three words, but another three words left my lips.“It’s not enough.”

I brushed pass Clint as I entered the house.


Days later…

I don’t know what it was about the day, but everything felt a bit off, I didn’t find comfort in the sun’s rays like I normally do and the energy in the house was thick and charged that the slightest criticism triggered an argument.

Loki has kept his distance and so has Thor, who hasn’t had a beer since my outburst with Natasha. Him and Loki have been watching me, whispering to each other as if they knew something and it made me a bit uneasy. They abruptly left and went back to Asgard I assumed, not saying when they would return. I don’t know if Natasha and Bucky spoke and at this point I was too exhausted to care. With Clint she went in search of Vision and Wanda to let them know about Bucky. Tony and Bruce left for Switzerland for a geek convention as Sam called it and Steve was out on a mission. As for Bucky and I nothing has resolved itself, I’m still angry and he doesn’t know what to say, so we move around in silence until one of us can find our voice.


I writhed as the icy and bony fingers of a hooded figure reached out and touched my stomach. I woke up violently drenched in sweat. I pulled back the covers and looked down at my belly, half delirious, thinking I would see the handprint of the hooded figure on my round belly.

“Doll.” He says groggily as his sleepy blues flashed opened.

“I’m fine.” I say. “Just had a nightmare.”

“I love you.” he says sleepily as his eyes fluttered before he was dragged back into sleeps’ clutches.

I padded downstairs to the kitchen, I felt ravenous. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a platter that crashed to the floor as I felt the sharp pain in my stomach I doubled over in pain, hitting my head on the counter as I went down. Another shock of pain ripped through my vocal chords numbing my body. I screamed, but all that came out was an inaudible and low whisper, “Bucky.” The third stab of pain brought tears to my eyes and flayed my flesh from my bones as I succumbed to the depths of unconsciousness.

Post note: The next few chapters are going to get dark in every possible way. But I promise you the ending of the series, which I’ve already written will be well worth it.


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