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Prompt/Summary: You’ve given the rest of the team nicknames, but Bucky wonders why you’ve never given him one.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff fluffity fluff fluff

Word Count: 1197

Author’s Note:  Sorry Bluebird isn’t done.  So you get this instead.  I had a dance performance on Sunday and all of my evenings have been taken up by dance practice.  All done now, so back to writing. 

Originally posted by snowfox934

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the serpents come out at night - Jughead Jones

requested: “Jughead smut about the jacket? Like the reader is really mad he took it but he looks really hot and sin happens? Plz I’m a ho sorry”


warning(s): SMUT, slight alcohol use

fuck here we go


The night is cold, tranquil. In FP Jones’ trailer the moonlight gives off a blue glare through the shutters on the windows, and the cans of Bud Lite that were previously gulped down with ease are now laying on the carpeted floor, slightly crushed.

You’re pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped against Jughead’s waist - your lips furiously moving against his in a rushed motion as he takes your shirt off effortlessly, your hands latching onto his clothing and doing the same.

And then he’s pouncing onto you again - his name written against your breaths of desperation for him to just do something already. He grabs your waist and kisses down your neck, nipping softly, before there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh my god -” You gasp out, Jughead losing his confidence in the spur of the moment, his head whipping around to look at the door.

“Is that your mom..?” He asks quietly, setting you down on the kitchen counter, pulling his shirt on, not bothering to fix his hair when he walked to the door.

You didn’t bother replying, you just followed him close behind.

Jughead was conversing with the Southside Serpents, from what you could tell - something about FP not snitching and how they would always have his back.

And then you saw the jacket.

That god damned jacket - the Snake embroidered leather jacket that symbolized all that was the antichrist of Riverdale. It shocked you, for a small moment.

But what really got to you was when he put it on.

Your boyfriend, Forsythe Pendleton Jughead Jones III, innocent, weird writer kid, with sex hair and a little smirk on his face, puts it on.

And you fucking die, you swear.

You widen your eyes and feel your heart tense up, your hand grabbing onto his arm, which is now guarded by his new article of clothing. “Juggie..?”

He thanks the Serpents and waves to them before closing the door behind him, walking back inside, an aura of badassery clinging to him. It was a new vibe, and strangely, you liked it.

“Jug -”

He didn’t even let you speak before you were hurled up into his arms and making out with him again, right back where you started. His hands decide to travel more, unzipping your shorts and shoving them down.

You whine and pull back, his lips all smudged from your lipstick, and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t hesitate to get to the point. He runs his fingers over your heat slowly and pulls them back, grinning and biting his lip.

“Naughty girl..” He mutters to himself and picks you up again, running to the small bedroom in the given space of the trailer, tossing you onto the unmade bed. “I want your underwear off.”

You immediately obey him, taking your lacy thong off, sliding it down your legs teasingly.

He leans down and kisses at your v line, leaving tiny hickies along his way to your cunt, pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t move away when he licked a stripe up.

You gasped and curled your toes, looking down at your beautiful boyfriend. “Jug -!”

He moaned, raspily, and began to eat you out, using every skill known to man with his tongue, and his lips, sucking on your clit as well. He’s so good at it and you don’t know if this is his first time or not, but fuck, does he know how to go down on you.

You have no idea where this boost of confidence came from, but you are not complaining in any way. Jughead is taking his time and going hard, looking up at you with lust the entire time, his eyes seducing you to the point of insanity.

You whimper underneath him, your body writhing on the bed in attempt to buck up and have some sort of liberation, your hand fisting in his somewhat nappy brown locks, back arching.

“Juggie, oh my god - yes..”

“Mhm?” He moans against you, and just as you’re about to come he pulls away, his lips wet and red. “Was that good, baby?”

“Wh - no! Go back!”

“I don’t think you call the shots, (Y/N)..” He purrs, kissing at your neck again, rubbing you slowly, one of his long, amazing fingers slipping into you. “God, how is it that you’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you?”

You sobbed and held onto him tight, rolling your hips against him and sucking on his collarbone, making sure he fucking felt that. “Take your shirt off, and the jacket - please..”

(there’s about to be some serious sin here folks prepare yourselves)

In almost an instant, his jacket and his shirt come off, as well as his socks and jeans, and he’s left in nothing but his tented boxers.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do..” He mutters, his lips pressed against your ear, “I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna make me feel good. Got that?”

You obey him when he let go of you, and start palming him through his boxers, squeaking quietly when you felt him twitch underneath his hand. “Jug..”

“Keep goin’.”

You nod, gulping and slowly taking his boxers down, your breath catching in your throat when you see him fully. But you still wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly at first - speeding up when Jughead moans at you to continue.

“That’s a good girl..” He rasps. “Suck me off.”

God, this was it.

You wrapped your lips around him and sucked slowly, teasing him, moving all the way down to his base, cupping his hip. He threw his head back and pushed himself into your mouth even more, panting. “God, (Y/N).. that mouth is astonishing.”

You groan around him and look up, using your tongue to brush the underside of his cock, his breath hitching.

It’s been a few minutes of you giving him head, and it’s tense - and hot. Jughead is moaning and gripping your hair and pushing you down further onto him, so close.

“H - Haah.. god, I’m close, baby, come on..”

His encouraging words made you speed up, and you pulled back, stroking him as fast as you possibly could. “Come on, Juggie, come on..”

“Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You obeyed him again, sticking your tongue out while you opened.

Jughead felt a rush of excitement pulse through his veins as he reached his release, letting a low cry out as he came into your mouth, his back arching. “Fuuuck..”

You swallowed so the horrible taste wasn’t in your mouth anymore, panting when you were finished. “Thank you, Forsythe..”

“Mhm.” He grunts, laying down and pulling you next to him, “You’re welcome.”



“I - I didn’t come, yet..”


“C - Can I?”

Jughead though for a moment. “No.”

“Why not?!”

“Tomorrow, my love, I will wake you up with a surprise.”


“Now, enough talking, go to sleep.”

You cuddled closer into him and nuzzled his neck, appreciating the warmth of his body. “Okay, goodnight, baby.”

“Night, babe.”


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Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Three)

Part 3: Disaster Dress

With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead?  Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.

Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)

Warnings: swearing, angst

You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx

When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.

Oh God.

Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.

You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”

You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”

He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”

'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”

He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”

You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”

“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”


He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”

“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?

He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.

By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”

He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”

Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”

Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.

From B: What’s wrong? :(

To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.

From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?

To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.

Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.

Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”

Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”

“No, just worried.”

Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”

Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”

He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”

You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”

The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”

Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”

He scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”

“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”

You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.

You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.

Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”

You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”


“Thank you.”

At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.

Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.

They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?


From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.

To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.

From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.

To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)

From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P

From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug

Unsent: You really hurt me today..

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9 crimes

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10. 

or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings. 

Word count: 1,668

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None (yet).

Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys!  ♡

Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors. 

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You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.

Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.

You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’  

Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.

And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.  

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.

“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”

“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”

She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”


“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”

You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.  

“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.  

“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.

“Why not just a queen?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”  

She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.

“Yes, it sounds prettier”


When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.

You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.

“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.

“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.

“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”

Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.

“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”

“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”

Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”

“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.

“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”

“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.

“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”

“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”

The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”

“Why not?”

“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.

“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”  

“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a

love amulet

” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.

“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.

“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”  

Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly.  Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.


You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.

Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.

“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.

“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.

Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.

“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

“Dix,” you said.

Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.

You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”

Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.  

You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.

You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.

“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.

“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.

She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.

When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.

I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.

She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”

Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.

The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.

Keep What Remains, Part I [Gladiolus Amicitia/Reader]

“What do you think about holding onto something when you’ve lost everything else?”

Remember how Gladio mentioned getting a girlfriend during all those years of darkness? Here’s how that happened. Spoilers up to Chapter 13 of the game, so proceed with caution!

Alternatively, [It’s Always Sunny Title Card] Gladiolus Gets A Lady

Not my first FFXV fic, but the first one I’ve posted to this account! I also uh. hear tagging people is a thing if that’s okay ;;??? So I’ll tag people whose stuff I’ve been lurking around!! @blindbae​, @cupnoodle-queen​, @louisvuittontrashbags​, @hypaalicious​, @diabolik-trash-heap​, @themissimmortal and @nifwrites​, if this tickles your fancy. Anyway, hope you enjoy! 💕

It started with a book and some morbid curiosity. Because didn’t it always with you? From the womb to the tomb, that was how you were about these things.

To be fair, maybe it was a bit of prejudice on your part as well—maybe not the kind that got people hurt, or worse, but a judgment call was a judgment call, poor or otherwise. You just… weren’t expecting to see some burly hunter who looked like he could probably crush another man treating the pages of a worn paperback like an infant. It was almost paradoxical, how he was perched on a bench with the book cradled in one hand, reading by the glow of a Lestallum streetlight and looking far too absorbed to just be passing the time between bounties. If anything, he looked like a professor in hunter’s clothing. (You could have waxed something poetic about how they weren’t all that different, but your brain was too fried at this time of night for that.)

That was your first mistake. The assumption.

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Do Wonders Never Cease?

I have said this before and I will continue to say it: YOU GUYS AMAZE ME!!

Back in September when I posted my first fic, I never EVER in a million years would have guessed I would be here today, with 1,000 of you wonderful, supportive, amazing followers. Your words of encouragement are what keep me going each and every day!

Before I get to the fun stuff, I want to take the time to thank some of the people that have continually shown their support and encouragement, and most of all love. I know I am going to miss some, so I do apologize in advance. 

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Get To Know Me Tag!

Why hello there fine stranger! Having been tagged by @dotson12340 I am now spending my Friday night in the most fantastic way possible…writing alone in a dark room on my laptop. So, here is more than one could ever want to know about me!

Rules: Must answer the questions below and tag 20 of your very own followers to answer them themselves.

Name: Amber 

Nicknames: I mean I have a few, depending on who it is! My friends and history teacher call me Amberino, which kinda sounds like some samba dance to me but since I need an A in history I let it slide. My boyfriend calls me “smol bean” mostly because I am 5 foot 4…but I don’t even like beans. I’ll have to ask him why I’m a bean. My grandparents call me Amber-lance because of their boundless humour and my boundless clumsiness, while my best friend calls me Amberlicious…like the pizza. It’s complicated. 

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio …November baby!

Height: I think I answered this before, 5 foot 4, though I’m 5′5 on a good day!

Orientation: I’ll let you know when I know myself…

Ethnicity: White British, though to be honest it doesn’t even do justice to how pasty I am. In my Year 11 leavers’ photo I look like an extraterrestrial snowman. 

Favourite Fruit: Banana, or as I call it, the *trusty* banana. Not even a euphemism, I just love a good banana…. *wink* 

Favourite Season: Spring or Autumn; I like being able to wear comfy hoodies without freezing, however in the summer I burn like a crisp. (Last summer I went to the beach and I thought I had baptised my body in enough sun cream to be spared from Satan’s rays, but nope! I forgot to plunge the back of my knees in that white goo, which ultimately resulted in me walking like a cripple for the next week.) 

Favourite Book: Oh boy, I remember when I had time to read books, back before Year 13. And well, given that I haven’t read since the sands of time decided it was impossible to enjoy life without plunging into impending doom and missing my university offer I am going to tell you the next book I want to read. That book is Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts. 

Favourite Flower: Gosh I don’t know my flowers…pretty ones!

Favourite Scent: Gingerbread and clean sheets, just perhaps not together…

Favourite Animal: Anything smol…little piggies, little doggos, lil’ tortoises  

Coffee, Tea or Hot Cocoa: Hot Chocolate every time, unless I have an exam to cram for and then coffee is my last hope. 

Cat or Dog Person: A cat person, I’ve spent the last year plotting a scheme to make my boyfriend’s cats like me, though they are very high maintenance felines and Socks still runs away from me, despite my best efforts to appease him. 

Favourite Fictional Character: Having not read any books recently I really don’t feel educated on this topic. Therefore I am going to wimp out and say that since I am on Season 2 of Game of Thrones (I am behind the times) Ayra is my favourite character! 

Dream Trip: Travelling through Europe. Although one day I would also love to visit Canana. My history teacher is from Canana and she is ever so lovely!

Blog Created: I am guessing, but I want to say late January or February 2016. 

Number of Followers: As of today, 35,817 wonderful people follow my blog. 

What Do I Post About: I really think the dynamic of my blog has changed over the last year or so that I’ve been posting. At the beginning, I used it as a method of dealing with the anxiety and depression I was facing at the time. This largely anonymous blog was a method of releasing negative emotions and thoughts that I didn’t feel I could continue to burden my friends with. However last summer I met my now boyfriend, and he was a huge help in coaxing me out of a dark time. At the end of the summer when he went back to university, this blog became my venting space for the challenges of a Long Distance Relationship. Nevertheless, sometimes I just post completely random poetry on here, things that I’ve written and would like to share as well as the weird and wonderful thoughts that simply pass through my mind. 

Do I Get Asks on a Regular Basis: I would say yes, and I try to respond to as many as I can. I certainly read all of them. At the moment I’m not taking submissions as I am trying very hard to build up my own presence as a writer first. Though saying that, it is one thing I would really like to do. 

Aesthetic: I’ll be honest, I have no idea. If you’ve made it this far (god bless you if you have) why not drop me a comment or send me a message telling me which aesthetic you think my blog is! 

Favourite Band or Artist: Look, I’m not here to lie to you, I’m a huge Swiftie. I also love Ed Sheeran, All Time Low, Panic! At The Disco, Simple Plan, Coldplay, Lewis Watson, Twenty One Pilots, Woodkid, Anarbor, Melanie Martinez, Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, The 1975, The Fray…I’m going to stop now, I have no doubt you get the picture. 

Fictional Characters I’d Date: Another fictional character question I cannot answer, one day I must return to these. 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw! 

I really hope you feel you’ve learnt something new about me. Feel free to ask any questions! :) 

And now for the task of selecting twenty followers to continue this insightful and yet hopelessly time consuming trend: 

@brokenbrushpoetry  @anubhavkatyal  @bourne-fiction  @insideidiot

 @themostfabulouslesbian  @chipowtle  @evangelineblack

 @gypsyysister  @karefron  @mizu-no-you  @tiredunistudent

@isolatednotions  @onedaywriting  @z-l-writes  @a-girls-answer-to-the-world  

@spilledblackink  @mermaidmischief-blog  @jigaloo  @bananaqueen101


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so @bleuczerny had this amazing pynch au where adam is dubbed as “dr. pretty” and ronan is his new patient. he comes in with injuries that start out real, but get increasingly more ridiculous with every visit. (thank you for letting me write this!)

The most interesting of stories seem to always begin with Ronan Lynch.

When he was five, and his father had denied him access to his mother’s ever famous Irish beef stew, he made it his mission to be the first to taste it under any given circumstance. No more than twenty minutes into that mission, the pressure cooker exploded, the kitchen was a mess, and both his parents found him sitting in a puddle of stew looking absolutely betrayed. He may or may not have cried at the loss. 

When he was eighteen, he took his school’s “buddy” program hosted by the local orphanage a bit too far by accidentally adopting his buddy, Opal. A legal adult by then, the school could do nothing about it, and she had been living with him ever since. 

And now, at the ripe age of twenty eight, he was being hauled into the hospital by his best friend due to him having gone through the most embarrassing fight in his life. Being Ronan, though, he had a knack for making anything sound badass, along with being blessed with the gift of threatening persuasion, so surely this wouldn’t be too much of a problem to brush off. 

Until it was. 

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And So It Shall Be (Phandom Big Bang)

Title: And So It Shall Be

Summary: “Do you believe in soulmates?” All lives are stories, and in every possible way, in every possible time, Dan and Phil find each other. Length: 20,100 words (nine chapters + prologue) Tags: Historical!au, reincarnation!au, variations in gender/race/ethnicity/everything, varying degrees of platonic/romantic, varying degrees of angst/fluff/smut Ratings/warnings: NC-17 for explicit sex, depression, homophobia, drug/alcohol use, allusions to violence/suicide, disease, war, major character death, sexual harassment Acknowledgements: My amazing art (like wow oh my god I love it) is courtesy of the wonderful Emily (danthedork); My equally amazing beta was Alison (hearteyeshowell); and a special shout-out to my best buddy and eternal reader Juli (hidebehindmysunshine).This fic couldn’t have happened without any of you, so thank you. <3 A/N: Wow. This fic has been an adventure. Thank you to everyone responsible for Phandom Big Bang (and especially my lovely beta Alison!) for giving me the cause and the motivation to take this fic on. It is one of the longest things I’ve ever written, and without a doubt the piece I am most proud of. Don’t be intimidated by the tags – though it has its moments of sadness, it is in the end a happy and hopeful story (such is life).



At the very beginning of things, there was a great debate among the powers that be over the pairing of humankind.

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stevebucky fic rec list

for Bri (@samwilsonn) - all of these are complete and over 15k (most are over 30k). every fic on this list is a favourite of mine!

((ok this list turned out WAY longer than I expected so i’ve sorted them by genre))

all-time favourites

critical feline mass - the very first stucky fic I ever read and still one of my absolute favourites. modern!au where Steve and Bucky are both vets and Sam is helpful as usual.

lonely houses off the road - (post CATWS) grumpy Bucky is the best Bucky. also Sam Wilson is a gift.

ipseity (series) - honestly the best series i’ve ever read. I love it so much, and the storyline is so clever?? post CATWS, focusing on how Bucky recovers from Hydra. this fic is fairly intense so make sure you read the warnings and tags.


all the angels and all the saints - socialist!Steve in 1930′s Brooklyn. what’s not to love??

post CATWS

this, you protect - ((one of my favourites even though it’s technically steve & bucky instead of steve/bucky)) Bucky makes friends with old people and keeps an eye on Steve and it’s beautiful.

ain’t no grave (can keep my body down) - this is honestly amazing?? just read it.

hold me until we crumble - STEVE WATCHES ANTIQUES ROADSHOW. that is all you need to know.

4 minute window - Bucky is on the run after the events of CATWS. this fic is just generally fantastic.

your left-hand man“Five times Steve was very appreciative of Bucky’s left arm, and one time Bucky figured, yeah, sure, fine: that metal thing can stick around.”

apophasis - focuses on Bucky’s recovery after CATWS. it’s kind of dark? so maybe check the tags and warnings :)


one caress - “In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.” I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH. Steve bakes and this fic features pizza dog!!

we’re a power couple and everyone knows it (but us) - department store!au. Bucky loves memes, and Steve is a teacher. This entire fic is fantastic. BUCKY LOVES MEMES OK.

great inaudible feelings - soulmate!au ((ok this is techically a clintasha fic with stucky as a side pairing but it’s super cute and there’s still lots of stucky and i love love love it so much))

to be vulnerable is needed most of all - nerd!au where Steve is a comic book artist and Bucky is his new neighbour.

under paper skies - an airport!au mixed with a you’ve got mail!au, featuring author!Steve and lots of cute emails between Steve and Bucky.

the daily rogers - modern college!au featuring preserum!steve. i think the tags pretty much sum this one up: “#steve rogers will kick your ass #steve rogers will kick anyone’s ass #steve rogers will kick his own ass #bucky loves him anyway”

casual encounters - friends with benefits modern!au with preserum!artist!Steve. this one was so well-written, i loved it.

modern!Bucky & cap!Steve

i can’t feel my face when i’m with you (but i love it) - cap!nympho!Steve and cop!Bucky meet each other at a gym. enough said.

i understood that reference - post CATFA featuring grumpy librarian!Bucky and cap!Steve.

perfectly right, wrong number - wrong number!au where Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone, and Bucky is a professional catwalker. this one is full of fluff!


operation star spangled double(s) - how do i even describe this? aka the one where there are 3 captain americas running round and they’re all idiots.

s is for steve rogers is a little shit - 5+1 fic, “Five times that Steve Rogers was a dirty cocktease and the one time Bucky got the best payback possible.” (it’s basically just smut lmao) (also warning for some sacrilege in the +1 at the end)


lillies with full hands - post CATWS. oh my god this one is heartbreaking but also amazingly good. check the tags first!

steve/winter soldier

i’ve put these two in a different genre because i know some people have issues with the steve/ws pairing because of possible identity and consent issues, but these two fics are both fantastic and well-written and i love them and i dont think those issues appear in these fics.

the blind leading - “Steve is specifically told not to fraternize with the independently contracted Winter Soldier.”

choices we’re given“Steve Rogers is a good man and a good agent. There’s really no excuse for the assassin in his bed.”

Focused (Part 2)

Author: @sebastianstandoffish

Summary: Asset Beta knows Asset Alpha like the back of her hand. Can tell just based off his body language what move he’s going to make, a punch, a kick, a well-aimed bullet. But, with more and more time, she’s beginning to learn that maybe she really doesn’t know anything.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst

A/N: So, Part 2! Don’t worry, next part we’ll be switching to the classic Bucky x reader set up with (Y/N) for better reader insert. Also hopefully more fluff! 

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First, there was banging and the frantic sound of metal on metal, scraping and grunting. Then, there was yelling, loud and angry, piercing the calm that so delicately enveloped Beta’s body.

Part of her so desperately wanted to wake up, wanted to open her eyes to see what was going on, to assess the threats around her. The other part, a much bigger part, wanted to stay coddled in the darkness and blankness of her own mind, where there wasn’t electricity and screaming. The only place Pierce couldn’t get her, couldn’t punish her for the mission she had so badly failed. So, she slipped back deeper into sleep or unconsciousness or whatever that beautifully dreamless place was. Just a little longer without pain.

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Not All Coffee is Created Equal

PromptCould you do a one shot with herc in modern day where he meets you at a coffee shop and gets flustered when he talks to you? Btw your blog is the best!

Word Count: 2,184

Author’s Note: Ooh, my first modern one shot! And wow, I cannot believe there are over 500 of you now! Thank you so much for being so supportive! I’ll probably do ships or something at one point over the next several days in appreciation, so keep your eyes open!

The heavenly scent of freshly brewed coffee intermingling with chocolate immediately overwhelmed you the moment you opened the door to Continental Coffee, a silver bell ringing above your head to mark the arrival of another customer. The shop wasn’t too full, for you had missed the early morning rush; there were some people scattered around the tables, with one man typing furiously on his laptop and another one sitting on the farthest stool at the counter.

It was patriotic inside, to put it mildly. American flags were stuck inside small vases of flowers that were on each table, and the paper cups that people were drinking out of had various red, white, and blue designs on them. Even the employees behind the counter had little flags embroidered into their aprons, right above their name tags. One of them, a joyful young man with freckles and green eyes, beamed at you as you approached the counter.

“Welcome to Continental Coffee!” he exclaimed, and you couldn’t help but smile as you hoisted yourself up onto a stool; his cheerfulness was contagious.

Non, John,” Another man with an unmistakable French accent came out from the kitchen, his hair pulled back. “When greeting customers, you have to speak to them with a little more—how you say?—flair.” He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips, making you blush. “Mademoiselle, welcome to Continental Coffee. We are absolutely delighted to have you here.”

John groaned in the background. “Alright, that’s not fair. The rest of us don’t have your stupid French charm.”

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A/N: Okay so i think this maybe has the potential for another part but let me know if you want one. Also, I’m using a new laptop at the moment so any typos are down to that. Enjoy :)

Prompt:  Sam as a college professor and the reader as a student. :’) AND  sam x reader, size kink?

Reader Gender: Female (anatomy)

Word Count: 3,532

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Dirty Talk, Size Kink

Forever Tag:  @impossiblehighfunctioningfangirl @destiel-reigns@huntingfreewill @misaily @teengirl72@herondaleshunter@crazycat1@scribeofangels @unicorns-are-dreams@whoopxd @mouse230 @itsrainbowunicornstuff @angel–radio@obsessedtmifangirl 

Also tagging: My queen @kittenofdoomage and @ilostmyshoe-79 and @saxxxology

Extracurricular Masterlist

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8. Captive Heart, Captive Mind

Bucky X Reader

Summary: Reader had been imprisoned for over five years and cut off from her powers for most of that time. She is ready to give up when she is given one more mission by the mysterious group she has been captured by.

Author’s Note: I am so, so sorry. THIS WAS HARD. I had this planned out… but I didn’t know this would happen. I didn’t want to, but I had to. There is some light foreshadowing happening… but you probably won’t notice through all of the tears and screaming my name in anger.

Warnings: T/W Rape/Sexual Assault History. T/W Rape/Sexual Assault Attempt. T/W Abuse/Beating. Cursing. Alcohol Consumption.


TAGS: @iwillendyourlifeslut @sergeant-angel @thesalsafic @bxtchybrie @beccaanne814-blog @hellomissmabel @kaatniss @oliviaadamswrites @finallybreathee @marvel-lucy @chrixa @iamtal @nikkitia7 @mitra-k-w @unpredictable-firecracker @sgt-jbb-107 @melonberri

I woke up to the sound of rain on my window, a light feeling in my chest. I looked around and saw that somehow I had made it to my bed last night. I didn’t remember getting here, but the memory of Tony carrying me here and Pepper tucking me in seems about right.

I stretched and smiled, feeling how sore my face was from all of the smiling and laughing I did last night. I turned to see that it was already 3:00. I haven’t slept that long or that soundly in a very, very long time. However since it was 3:00, I only had four hours to get ready for the party. I thought that this was more than enough, but Wanda and Nat banging on my door told me otherwise. As soon as I opened the door I was given a plate of food and a cup of coffee and I was being dragged into my bathroom to get ready. I looked at them to see that they had been ready for a while. “Why are you guys already ready? We don’t have to be there until seven, right?”

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One Sided Feud (C.D//N.G)

|based on the request: Can you make a cam imagine where nash doesn’t like you but your dating cam?|

|•1.2k words, I don’t really know how to title this so it’s going to be Cam/Nash, MASTERLIST IS IN MY DESCRIPTION SWEET•|

It’s just another normal day of chilling around at my boyfriends, Cameron, house. We decided that we’re going to go out to the movie theatre instead of watching the same old movies on Netflix tonight. I thought it would be kind to ask Nash to join us so he isn’t left home alone, so that’s exactly what Cam went to do.

Cam follows Nash as he came down the stairs, leaving me sitting on the couch to listen in. I would have gone in with him but Nash isn’t too keen on me, and nobody seems to know why.

“Hey Nash, you wanna come to the movies with us?” Cam asks in his incredibly happy voice.

It takes Nash a few moments to reply, “Is Y/N going?”

“Of course she is, she’s my girlfriend, I’m not going to just leave her here alone. Why wouldn’t she?”

“It was just a question, jeez.” He didn’t need to sound so repelled by what Cam had said, it’s quite off putting.

“Okay, uh, are you coming or not?”

“I’ll pass.” I raise my eyebrows in shock and confusion. I don’t understand why he doesn’t like me! I’ve been nothing but nice to Nash since the moment I met him and he’s just always hated me.

It goes quiet for a few seconds before I hear Cameron sigh and ask, “Why don’t you like Y/N, Nash?”

“She’s just really annoying, dude. That damn high pitched voice that fucks me off so bad and it’s so obviously fake, and she’s such a tag alone.” He tries to say quietly in front of his best friend but he knows that I can hear every word, so he’s speaking loud enough so that I can hear him. “I don’t get why nobody else sees that.”

My voice is not fake. I have a pitch condition where I can’t control the pitch of my voice, my grandma had it and so did her grandma. It’s genetic! And I’m a tag along? I don’t think so.

When I first met Cam, he was with Nash and a few other of his friends, Cam and I hit it off straight away and my friends organised a plan to get me and him alone and Nash was in on it… He just didn’t want to go through with it.

He followed Cam and I around all day and then complained about being the third wheel.

Yes, I really am such a tag along, I can’t stop following around Nash and Cam on their little dates because I can’t find someone to hang with for a few hours.

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about so I’d watch what you’re saying.” Cam says sternly, I can imagine his face evening out and his lips straightening up with his hard eyes to stare at his so called best friend.

“You wanted to know and I told you straight up.” His voice raises a pitch and I can tell that he’s putting off telling the real truth.

“You’re such an ass to her, dude, she’s the one who told me to invite you because she didn’t want you to feel left out.”

“Oh, I certainly am not left out on your relationship, she’s all you ever fucking talk about!”

Is it suddenly illegal for boyfriends to talk nicely about their girlfriends when they’re not with them? Why didn’t I hear about this new change in legal system?

Cams voice dulls down into a soft and mellow, very calm, state, “What did Y/N ever do to you?”

“Apart from the fact that she’s a two faced bitch and she stole all of my friends away from me?”

I can’t sit here any longer and allow him to chat shit about me for no God damn reason!

“How am I two faced?” I ask as I slowly walk into the kitchen, folding my arms together over my chest. “I’ve never done anything to bad to you?”

“This is nothing to do with you, Y/N, leave.” Nash rolls his heavy eyes as soon as he sees me.

My eyebrows raise in shock of what he had said - is he stupid? “Excuse me, Nash? You’re just stood here insulting me for no given reason!”

“I have my reasons.” He shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms, leaning against the counter behind him.

“List them.” Cam says, loosely draping an arm around my shoulder.

He rolls his bright blue eyes and shakes his head. “You can’t force me to.”

Before Cameron can start full-force arguing with Nash, I but into the conversation in hopes that no fists are going to be thrown.

“Nash, I don’t know what I did to upset you so much to the point where you’re being a dick to your best friend, but I’m sorry for whatever it was.”

In my opinion, I haven’t done anything wrong and I’m sure that a lot of other people will agree with me. I have never said a bad word about Nash… Until now.

He’s being a real asshole and I’m ready to drop kick his ass.

Nash doesn’t reply, he doesn’t even make a noise. He just stares around the room in attempt to avoid both of the long, expecting stares he’s receiving. I raise my eyebrows as he stares at the ceiling light and purses his lips.

Seriously, he is such a fucking asshole. I did nothing wrong and I still apologised for his mental incapability to like me and he refuses to accept it.

“Can you accept her apology, Nash?”

He snorts a little laugh yet he still refuses to make any kind of verbal contact with either of us to redeem himself.

“I’ve never said a bad word about you until now: you are an asshole, Nash.”

Nash still refuses to speak and looks up at Cam, expecting him to turn around to me and tell me not to speak of such atrocities, but when I look at Cam, all I can see is his agitated eyes and his crimson cheeks.

“I have to agree with Y/N, you’re being such a dick right now.”

Nash pulls his face back in a confused matter. “So you’re going to ditch your best friend for a girl? What happened to bros before hoes, dude?”

“First of all, don’t call Y/N a hoe because I will punch you, second of all, that went out the window the second you started being so damn rude about my girlfriend.”

Cameron’s voice raises into a slight shout as he glares across at his friend. I quickly wrap my arm around him in attempt to calm him down, we really don’t need a fight today. Or any day.

“Have fun on your date guys, thanks for considering me but,” His eyes rake down my body and his eyes hood in disgust. “No thanks.”

I shake my head in complete and utter disbelief as he stalks out of the room, clenching a bottle of water in his fist. Cams arm tightens around my shoulders and he sighs as loud as he possibly can.

I purse my lips before following his sigh with my own. “There’s no point in trying to fix anything, let’s just leave it and go to the movies.”

“Get your coat, babe.”

So this was just a little something that was inspired by @immzies-adventures-through-books ‘s two awesome fics. I also wanna say that this is my first fic- like ever. At all. So please be kind…? Thanks! (also idk how much time passes from hof to eos so i just guessed)

Aelin’s knees screamed at her when the guards’ rough hand dropped her to the ground, her body sagging, completely and utterly drained. Her time here in Maeve’s dungeons were the worst she had ever experienced; worse than Arobynn’s punishments, worse than the salt mines– no. Not the worst. Losing Sam will always hold that place.  

But this was a very close second. She did not even have the energy- the will- to hold her own head up when she heard the click, click, click of Maeve’s footsteps approaching. The Fae Queen grabbed Aelin’s hair roughly and pulled her head up to meet her eyes. Her absolutely furious, near maniacal eyes.

“Where,” the queen said, her voice low but shaking in her fury. “Are my Wyrdkeys?”

Typically, Aelin would have laughed at her- taunted her. Now, it took all she had in her to keep her eyes open, to look Maeve right in the eyes, and say nothing. That bit of defiance at least she could manage.

WHERE ARE MY WYRDKEYS?!” Meave bellowed now, lifting Aelin off the ground by her hair. Aelin let out a sharp gasp, her throat still too raw her produce another scream. The shackles binding her wrists to her ankles were the only thing keeping her from trying her pry Maeve’s hand away.

Meave huffed, then let Aelin drop to the ground. Every muscle, every bone screamed as she hit the ground, reawakening old wounds. “Fine,” Meave said, a syrupy, artificial calmness to her voice again. “Let’s see if we can persuade you to corporate.”

Aelin could not see- she had fallen face-down, she did not have the energy to lift her head, move the hair out of her face- but she heard the clanging of shackles, a sound she knew well, bagging against each other and dragging on the stone floor-

“Aelin?” No. Oh gods, no, not that voice, not here- “Aelin!

She forced herself to look up, to find the owner of that voice- and there he was. He’d aged since the last time she saw him, had finally grown into his height, his curly orangish hair longer- but still recognizable as the young half-breed she’d meet over a year ago.

“Luca,”Aelin mouthed the name, but the broken croak that sounded was unrecognizable. She lifted her head a little higher, tried to get the hair out of her face, and- There, behind him were Emrys and Malakai. Each of them were shackled, and the three had a guard to either side. The two elder half-breeds had mixed looks of concern and horror, but Luca- Luca looked as if he’d burn down Maeve’s empire himself, no fire magic required. He was yelling, screaming and seething, but Aelin could hear none of it, blocked out by a never-ending chorus of no no no no no no no no no. It was the only thought in her head, the only thing she could stand to comprehend, until that gods-damn Fae Queen spoke.

“Cairn, whip them until she speaks. I have no patience for you anymore, you scheming little bitch.”

The guards had only just forced her former companions to their knees before Aelin spoke. “Erilea,” she said, tears welling up as the words dragged through her sore throat. “The keys are still in Erilea.”

Where?” Meave asked, her voice back to that frantic tone she started with.

“Manon Blackbeak. I gave them to Manon…the witch…” Aelin needed to pause to catch her breath. She willed herself to look into Maeve’s icy eyes- defiant where she could be. “If she has any common sense, she’d have given them…to some else by now…or hidden them.”

Maeve seemed to have ignored her once she got what she wanted out of her. “Kaliar,” she snapped, “Go to Erilea and find this witch- find my wyrdkeys. Do whatever is necessary. And don’t come back until you have them.”

Kaliar? Aelin did not recognize the male, rather short for a Fae and long, auburn hair. Was he a replacement for the two Fae Maeve lost overseas? She did not dwell on the matter- she knew she’d never find out.

“Take Aelin and the prisoners back to their cells.” Maeve dismissed, then hesitated. “Except,” she said, changing her mind. She pointed to Malakai. “Him. Whip him until he dies.” She turned her attention back to Aelin. “Perhaps this will teach you a lesson on deceiving me.”

Luca roared again, this time joined in by Emrys. They struggled a fought as they were pulled back by their chains, but Aelin did not have the energy to fight. All she could do was hold up her head, keep her eyes locked with the kind elder half-breed as she was dragged away. Her head drooped before the door closed.

Later, back in her cell, Aelin was finally free to not move at all. She was free to lie on the cold stone floor, and not have to move a gods-damned bleeding muscle, and she despised herself for taking that freedom. Perhaps that was a punishment of its own, she thought. To be stuck in her own mind, to contemplate over and over again every mistake she’s had, every life lost because of her. She did not deserve the freedom to be still, but instead to be in constant agony, for the rest of her life.

Yet still, she didn’t move when she heard the creaking and hollow footsteps of a guard approaching. Was it meal time already? Aelin did not know if it had been hours or minutes since the confrontation with Maeve.

“Aelin?” A voice whispered. One she knew. One she’d grown a great comfort with in the dungeons. “Aelin?” Concern creeped into Fenrys’ voice. Aelin groaned to assure him she wasn’t dead. No, Maeve would never allow it.

“Aelin, you need to listen to this.” She only groaned again. “It’s about your friends.” At that, her interest piped. Aelin pushed herself up, managed to sit before Fenrys. She hated how much easier it was now.

“Malakai?” Was all she asked, her throat still too sore. She know the answer from the look in his eyes before Fenrys could shake his head. He couldn’t save him.

“But the other two- Luca and Emrys. They’re out, Aelin. Stowed away on a boat, and given explicit direction to go to your court.” Aelin’s heart dipped and dived. Malakai was dead, and it was her fault, but Luca and Emrys were free- oh, but Emrys. Aelin wondered if he could ever forgive her for getting his mate killed. She knew she wouldn’t.

No that it really mattered. She was going to die here, after all. Maybe in years, maybe decades, centuries- it did not matter. Eventually Maeve would exhaust her use of her, or she’ll be more trouble than she’s worth- she had no doubt Rowen would try to come for her after defeating Erawan- and she’d be dead.

“There’s one more thing, Majesty.” Fenrys said. Aelin did not know why he continued to called her that. She was no queen anymore, and he was likely to anger Maeve with it. But continued he did.

Aelin looked back to the male. And then to his side, where he held a clean, sharp blade. Something leaped in her through. Excitement, joy, all seemed too morbid to feel at the thought of death, but that was that best she could think to describe it. What Fenrys held was a key in its own right- a way out, an escape for her from this hell hole. Aelin imagined hell would be a kinder place to end up then this.

But Fenrys must have known what she thought, because he pulled away from the iron bars of her cell. “No- this isn’t for that. Here, come closer.” Aelin obliged, and when Fenrys put both his arms through the bars- quicker than she thought she could still move, Aelin lunged for the knife- but she wasn’t quick enough. Fenrys stomped down on her shackles, making her wheeze in pain. “Rowen’s going to kill me for this- if you don’t first.”

And then Fenrys, so incredibly gently compared to what she’d endured, took a fist full of her hair, and started chopping it off. Fist full by fist full, never tugging or pulling, Fenrys cut off all of Aelin’s matted, greasy, knotted hair until there was none left.

Aelin brought a hand to her head. It wasn’t short, like last time she cut it. It was gone, not even long enough to graze her ear.

There was nothing for Maeve- or anyone, really- to pull on.

Aelin looked to Fenrys once again. “Thank-you.” She managed to croak out.

Fenrys only nodded, and collecting her disgusting mass of hair of the floor, left without another word.

Aelin retreated to a corner, with her hands still on the back of her head, feeling the now barren space. She was alone again, and before long her own thoughts began to attack her once more. She rocked back and forth, trying to calm herself, to think clearly just for a moment.

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid. My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid. My name is Aelin Ashryver-

No. She was not Aelin Galathynius anymore. Nor was she Celaena Sardothien. Or Lillian Gordaina, or Elentiya, or Fireheart, or any other name she’d been given.

She was no one.

She was nothing.

And she was very, very afraid. 

My Little Music Box (Part 2/?) -Victuuri Composer/Music AU Fanfic-

Okay so it took quite some time before I managed to update this fic cuz I was stuck at like…1K words and then suddenly boom, update. Thanks for everyone who commented and reblogged, you guys are the sweetest and I hope you’ll enjoy this update~!

Please take note:

‘Italics’ - Thoughts
“Italics” - Japanese
“Normal” - English

Hint: Yuuri speaks with Minako in English , sometimes with Yuuko as well but he prefers Japanese when talking to his family and friends. It’d be complicated if I included the russian language as well so just note that Victor speaks russian with Yurio and Yakov~

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Victor had never felt so overwhelmed before. Over the years, many people tried to impress him with their music, some even tried to play his songs to show their dedication but no one… no one ever played it like this musician before him.

He could hear how his composition was being ‘completed’ or ‘answered’ by this composer. He was playing the song so naturally, answering all of Victor’s plea that he had buried in the keys. No one ever understood Victor’s pieces enough to realize the words behind them but this…this random pianist whom Victor stumbled on… this person knew. Victor was sure of it.

He had finally found it – his music box.

As Victor gave a standing ovation, gaining the musician’s attention, Victor held out his hand and offered the words close to a proposal followed by, “Will you be m-“

Suddenly, the pianist jerked himself off the chair and smiled sheepishly. He said something in Japanese really quickly before he immediately grabbed his items and ran back stage.

Victor was dumbstruck but then he took off as well, climbing onto the stage and starting the chase, “WAIT!”

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Somewhere in Neverland

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Part 9 - Drunk on You

Master List

Summary: Jensen Ackles wasn’t looking for love, he had all but given up on finding it. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t expecting to find it in his best friend’s nanny.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,427
Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of being high
Disclaimer: For the purpose of this story Danneel and JJ don’t exist, you shall see why as you read :)
A/N: Thank you again to @iwillprobablybechangingthislater for helping me brainstorm! Also, the title comes from Drunk on You by Luke Bryan because the obsession is really real guys, I can’t stop listening. I think I need help lol. Also, tags are still being dumb. I promise if you asked to be tagged I added you but Tumblr won’t let me tag some of you. Feedback is cool :)

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I'm baaack.

Before I start this riveting rant on how Julie Plec loves to play the blame game, and how she swears her TO ladies are gifts from the heavens. Let me state right now at the very beginning of this post that I will be tagging this ‘anti the originals’ and just about anti everything. So, if you are a TO fan and your on mobile (which is at the risk of seeing crap you don’t wanna see), then I suggest that you just keep on scrolling. I’m tagging appropriately, so I don’t wanna fucking hear it. Don’t come to me and pick a fight with me because you’re on mobile, because I don’t stay shut, and I will argue back and you will lose. You’ve been warned. With that being said, you can watch what Julie said, here! I will however also be writing it out, because I enjoy being thorough. 

Interviewer: Is there a reaction that happened on twitter based on one of the episodes that you weren’t anticipating?

Julie: No you know, it’s funny, not specific to any episode. Uhm, more specifically there’s that ongoing refusal to accept and embrace certain female characters because they A. Got knocked up by Klaus, or B. Seem to have Klaus’s interest. Which is always frustrating because you want those characters to stand on their own and we’re not trying to force romance with either of those characters down anyone’s throat. And they’re really strong and fascinating women in their own right. The distaste for their characters on certain elements of the social media universe is frustrating because it’s in a context that’s not entirely fair .

Oh my god. Everyone get comfortable, this is a lengthy one. First of all, just no. That entire thing was just 100% wrong and I don’t understand how someone with that ridiculous mentality is allowed to manage two shows. She’s just pissed that this fandom isn’t full of morons. To ship Klaroline, the understanding of a pair like that makes you extremely perceptive, open-minded, and above all–reasonable. We are a very critical, analytical, and again, REASONABLE fandom. We’re gonna go by character because Julie was so kind as to tell us exactly which characters she’s pissed that we don’t like. 

Hayley: This character wasn’t liked from the beginning–literally. Not to mention that those of us who followed from TVD (yeah Julie, remember us?) aren’t so keen on forgetting exactly who this character is. She sacrificed 12 of her 'friends’ FOR NOTHING. They died for absolutely nothing, which is something that Hayley’s never had to take responsibility for. Caroline killed the 12 witches to save her friends life, and then felt absolutely terrible about it, THEN HAD TO OWN UP TO IT IN 4X23. Hayley kills twelve people, and nothing. This character was self-centered, self-serving, and never faced repercussions for being that way. She got to walk around and do whatever the hell she wanted. She’s disliked from the beginning and was guaranteed the lead in the spin-off LONG before we even met the damn character. The network took that idiot risk in giving the female lead to a character that the audience hasn’t even met yet, then that character is highly disliked (FROM THE BEGINNING) and is allowed to keep that lead role, WHICH IS NOT OUR PROBLEM. Transfer over to the spin-off where she’s given every special snowflake power in the damn book. She got impregnated by someone who should never under any circumstances be able to impregnate someone, oh but she’s werewolf royalty too, and totally ignore the fact that she’s only a werewolf because she was wasted and killed someone, and at the end just make her into a hybrid which shouldn’t be possible because TVD has an ENTIRE season on the process of creating hybrids but by some miracle and super snowflake magic, Hayley can be one too. Let’s also make the only other hybrid aside from the original one not a hybrid, so that SHE can be the only one besides the original hybrid because she’s still not special enough. Then also make the majority of the show about this character, when the title say’s otherwise and all the fans who followed the Mikaelson’s from their parent show were lead to believe otherwise. But yeah no, we hate her because Klaus got her pregnant. Give me a fucking break. 

Camille: This character could have been great, she really could have been. Let’s not all act like she’s a psychology student aside from the intended purpose of it. She wasn’t written to be a psychology student because that’s just what they decided to have her study, she’s a psychology student because they don’t want this character work for anything that she gets. Wow, she understand’s Klaus, and she can get through to him, and this girl obviously knows what’s right. And why is that? Oh right, because she’s a psych student. Oh but this character is so smart, is she really? Is that why she keeps shoving herself into situations that are absolutely none of her business? Situations that have consistently almost gotten her killed. But she’s a total genius, right? Sure.

“Which is always frustrating because you want those characters to stand on their own and we’re not trying to force romance with either of those characters down anyone’s throat.”

Interesting. It’s interesting that you say this towards two characters whose almost entire sole purposes have to do with Klaus. The only way to shove Hayley into the spin-off was to have her randomly sleep with Klaus, and then get her knocked up. The only reason she exists in the spin-off is because she was carrying Klaus’s kid. No one gives a crap that it’s Klaus’s kid. But none of it made sense, that was the problem. But she’s intended to stand on her own, right? Mhmm. Then there’s Camille who for the first half of the season only existed as someone to write Klaus’s memoirs, and council him. Oh, and let’s not forget, that also got constant mind abuse from the very character she was spending all her time with, but she’s supposed to stand on her own. When she refuses to stay away from that very character who abused her, because something keeps drawing her back to him. Yet, she’s supposed to stand on her own? Yeaaaaah, that’s not how it works.

The distaste for their characters on certain elements of the social media universe is frustrating because it’s in a context that’s not entirely fair.

Fair? FAIR?! Okay, let’s talk fairness here. How about when the fans are introduced to this spin-off and are swayed with the concept of a show dedicated to the original family, and then are given everything but that. OR, how about when Klaroline fans were told that their ship would continue, so they tune in to this show and contribute to the ratings, only for Caroline to be completely erased from Klaus’s narrative, given some cheap ass send off, THEN TOSSED ASIDE LIKE GARBAGE. WAS THAT FAIR, JULIE?! No, I didn’t think it was. So don’t talk to us about fair, because you haven’t been fair to us from the start. How about she take responsibility for the fact that she created two horrible female characters. Female characters who don’t stand on their own! Stop lying! Fix the mistakes, and while she’s at it–she can stop antagonizing a single fandom for HER MISTAKES. If she wants Hayley and Camille to stand on their own, then she has to write them that way. Not complain that we won’t accept them as is. We are completely justified in our reasons for disliking certain characters. Especially when we disliked them for reason’s that make sense. We are not against strong female characters that stand on their own. We’re against writers and a producer trying to pass some off as being that way, when they are in fact far from it. It’s not like we make our reasons up. They are all contextualized, supported reasons, that have nothing to do with ships. The Klaroline fandom has been screwed over enough, we don’t need this accusation bullshit too. You can keep your spin-off, Julie. It’s becoming clearer and clearer that we’re probably better off without it.

Undeniable (Part 3)

Series Summary: Reader is Sam’s roommate and best friend at Stanford. When Sam’s older brother Dean comes to visit, the reader is forced to get to know him, whether she wants to or not.

Word Count: 2376

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Sorry if this is boring, rising action and all that. But I’ve got some stuff planned (evil laugh.) Shout out to @thosefreakingwinchesters for inspiring this character and being awesome. If anyone else would like to be tagged in future parts, let me know!

Tagging: @aedwards4102 @liger26 @assbuttwritings @sevenbillionpeoplebabe @trash-dean

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Read Parts 1 and 2 here: Undeniable Series Masterpost!

Pain. That was what you woke up to. Your skull felt like it was being split open along the top of your head. Cautiously, you peaked open your eyes. Drunk (Y/N) must have forgotten to pull your curtains closed last night, because sun rays blazed through the window of your room and made the pain in your head spike. Groaning loudly, you shielded your eyes and made a dash for the bathroom.

The cold tiles of the bathroom floor was a shock to your system as you padded over to the pedestal sink. Despite the pounding feeling at your temples and your queasy stomach, the memories from last night flashed before your eyes while you reached for your toothbrush. Venting to Dean about not knowing what you wanted to do after graduation had been a mistake. Sure, he was nice enough about it, but you hated talking about the entire situation. You barely spoke to Sam about that insecurity, yet there you were last night, spilling your guts to someone you had met that morning. You grimaced at your own reflection before spitting out some toothpaste and beginning to rinse.

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