have i given this enough tags oh my god how do you even tag these


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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Half-Blood Princess (Part 3): This Time Around

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Hannah (Twin Sister)

Length: 1150+ words

TW: Nothing of any sort! Just all the fluff~

A/N: Someone asked about writing a Part 3, and I seriously wasn’t going to write one, but this just came out of nowhere, and now I just had to write it. I hope this was somewhat believable, and true to character! I hope this gives you some comfort after Angst Appreciation Day yesterday! Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

It was a few days later, and Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect when Dean made the promise. Everyone seemed so sure they were going to start treating her differently, but she wasn’t sure how they could change so easily like that. She decided early on that she would give her siblings another chance. It takes two to make a relationship so she would try her best to form a bond with them, and see how it goes. Though, she was pretty wary of them still, she wanted to give them another chance. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Dean greeted, seeing her already in the kitchen making breakfast. “Need any help?”

She was about to shake her head when she paused. “Sure. Wanna help me make the eggs?” She was already halfway in making the pancakes, a pile already stacked beside her. 

“’Kay.” He grabbed another pan from the cabinet, and the carton of eggs along with the bacon. “What’s eggs without bacon, right?” he joked with a wink.

She laughed at his antics, shaking his head. “If you want to get high cholesterol, and die early- then knock yourself out.”

“Sounds like someone’s been spending way too much time with Sam.”

Y/N scoffed, but it came out more like a snort causing her to slap her hands to her lips in embarrassment. Dean looked at her for a millisecond before an evil grin formed on his face, reminding her of the Grinch. 

“Did you just snort?”

“Nope. Didn’t happen.”

“Yes, it did!” Dean threw his head back in laughter before bumping her hips with his. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Your secret is safe with me.”

“What secret?” Y/N said, playing dumb.

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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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Ugh P.5.5 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also- I’m an evil asshole I know. This bit is a little short and is mostly in Peter’s P.O.V c; Also- I’ve hit 300 followers! What should I do?

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Imagine growing up in a world where everyone has a soulmate- everyone is meant to be with someone. Imagine getting to watch everyone around you figure out what their tie is to their soulmate. Tattoos, timers, and red strings were the most popular, but they weren’t the only ones. There were others like, seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate or seeing only their favorite color- these ones that made it harder to find your soulmate. Imagine having none of these for all of your life. No string, no tattoo, nothing. Then someone mentions the pain tie- the rarest of all the soulmate ties. Imagine hoping to whoever might be up there that you had this tie- that you had something- someone. Imagine trying so hard to look for signs- doing subtle things like hitting your toe somewhere or being risky in hopes the injury you get might cause your soulmate to strike back.

Imagine nothing happening- being told that the only way to know if this tie was yours is if you felt some immense pain you know you didn’t cause. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are- just imagine it. Imagine feeling this alone- imagine seeing the sad numb faces of people around you with no tie to anyone. Now, imagine you thinking that that would be your life. That you’d never have a love like you saw in some couples on the streets or on TV.

For a moment, imagine being Peter.

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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. 

Lovely tag list: @aph-icelandey  @caspercassiecas  @coolbeanbinch @divergentphangirl101  @fairly–local–trashcan  @hamgurlphangirl @huffleheyguys @leidilaurens @myself-and-the-madman @squabblelion @strawbirby @tomatobasilisk @uniidust 

(I took the likes into account but if you didn’t want to get tagged don’t hesitate and tell me to erase you from the list and please forgive my mistake ;v;) 



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.

it’s our 1000th post!

holy heck. holy heck! nice.

just shy of 11 months after i first registered this blog, here we are. 1527 followers. one thousand, five hundred and twenty seven people willingly subjecting themselves to my attempts at humour. that’s like three times the population of my secondary school, and let me tell you, my attempts at humour there got a much patchier response.

but y’know what? i don’t feel like self-congratulation. i’m here because of you. all you out there on this wasteland of a website, in this comparative not-a-garbage-fire of a fandom. that’s the highest praise i am at present willing to give to any fandom, just so we’re clear. so on the subject of high praise, here are some people here i like and enjoy, and i’m gonna compliment them! right now! you can’t stop me!!

@radicalrobo - fantastic artist and a great guy to boot; something i can attest to, having commissioned him! and i’d do it again! the artwork was amazing and he was really cool! great this has gotten off to an appropriately incoherent start

@trashasaurusrex - utterly fabulous artwork. top-tier content. i know it’s bad fung shui to tell an artist “your drawings remind me of x!!!” so i’m phrasing this carefully, but trash’s work really gives me vibes of classic, high-quality disney stuff. just terrific.

@feverwildehopps - i love fever’s style! so sharp and distinct. the angles, the contrast - i adore it. also we bonded over hamilton when i had, like, 50 followers. (i’m listening to right hand man as i type this) yeah! wonderful art. never stop.

@pyrophoricitee - zee pyro!!!! what’s a fandom without its memers? i doubt this blog would ever have gotten the momentum it has now without pyro’s hilarious photoshop work. merci beaucoup, mon ami, je suis vraiment reconnaissant.

@xx-junglebeatz-xx - a great artist, unparalleled when it comes to absolutely hilarious facial expressions. i’m legit hyped everytime i see new art because i can’t wait to see what’s befallen nick and judy this time. inventive aus, too! the whole package.

@foxefuel - really, really, really goddamn adorable art of jack and skye. such a good addition to my dash.

@hyenainasportsbra - great ficlets! fantastic little windows into ships i never would’ve even thought of, which - in a fandom dominated by one huuuuuge ship - is a lovely breath of fresh air. keep rocking that gay wolf aesthetic!

not on tumblr (i don’t think); the authors whatabummer, samur_umlal and johnsoneer for their stories “through a glass, darkly”, “10-97″ and “fox on the run” respectively. i’m very bad at actually reading other people’s fanfic but i really enjoyed all of these!

@mickelpickelvoiceacts - not only a great voice actor, but a longtime supporter of this very blog and frequent submitter of weird frames! i’m not sure his tag is working properly, but i’m confident he’s gonna see this, given he’s one of my most reliable followers. keep up the good work!

@mistermead - without exaggeration, one of the best creators in the entire fandom. nothing but brilliance, from the melancholic “judy is dead” to the uplifting “water under the burrows”, alongside the elusive and erudite writeanon. and, by recently donating one thousand american dollars to charity after the success of the latter, they’ve shown themselves to be true humanitarians too. i can’t give them enough kudos.

@rikuo-rikuo - blob judy blob judy blob judy BLOB JUDY! yaaaaaay! always brightens my day! lovely and good.

@softlight289 - beautiful, storybook-esque artstyle. just really good vibes. never fails to make her subjects look adorable, be they humans, foxes, or talking cars.

@quirky-middle-child - easily some of the best artwork in this fandom. truly top-tier stuff. i’m deeply impressed with the quality of his work. 

@hustlingvulpine - absolutely top shelf highest-calibre a+++ nick wilde role player. fantastic grip on the character, high quality writing, just the right balance between angst and lighter stuff. i honestly feel like i have a much better understanding of nick thanks to her.

and finally, the mighty @zootopianewsnetwork. i can’t express how glad i am that our fandom has a friggin’ news network, and they do a wonderful job providing a central hub for news, art, fics and everything in between. and!! they said my stories and video were good!!! so!!!!!!! thanks

and if you aren’t on this list, you suck
if you aren’t on this list, it’s mostly because i don’t have the time or brainjuice to tag and compliment all 1,527 of you. complimenting people is so hard this took me like an hour

i am sincerely so thankful to everyone here. everyone who follows, everyone who likes, everyone who reblogs, everyone who adds to a joke, and everyone who goes “asdfghehs” in the tags - you’re all wonderful, and i can never thank you enough.


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..

That’s all folks! Don’t miss the next installment, ask to be on my Unsent tag list! :)

Unsent Tag List: @writers-coffee @fandoms-enthusiast @abs0lutetrash @drowsyhowell @creatures-unknown @rocker00012 @mthowell @stopthegemini 

Finding our feet. (1)

Sorry guys for the delay. had a technical glitch and then GOT just got really good so i was a mess… as per. 

but i do hope you enjoy. 

Originally posted by joligraphie

Work Notes

Pairing: Alex & Y/N (reader) 

Warning: Smut 

Words: 2731

Authors Notes

depending on how well this goes I may open requests. 

I may also see if i turn this into a continued fanfic? maybe a 2/3 part thanks to Noe’s suggestion. 

either way I will try and recycle another bit of work. 

if you wish to be tagged in anything let me in future let me know. 




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“You’re Okay With Vlogging?” - Niall Horan Imagine


(y/h/s) = your home state

“Hey lovelies” you greeted the camera after having done your make up for an hour, “so today is a little different because I was doing adult stuff and couldn’t vlog too much, I decided to do a Q&A, and you guys sent me a whole bunch of really great questions.” 

The questions started out pretty normal, asking about yourself, if you had a boyfriend, how your cat, Jeffrey, has been, and just some personal things that everyone wanted to know and you felt comfortable enough answering.

“The next question that got a lot of a likes is, ‘what celebrity would you like to meet’” you said to the camera, reading the question off your laptop that was to the left of you, “this is really easy actually, I would really love to meet Niall Horan” you gushed, smiling widely. “He’s absolutely stunning, super funny and down to earth guy. Like I feel like I would just click with him and when we met we would instantly fall in love and have the prettiest little blue eyed babies” 

It took a second to recompose yourself and answer more questions, but all throughout the Q&A, you kept referring to Niall, he was stuck in your mind now.
When you posted to video on YouTube and Twitter, you of course tagged Niall. The title ended up being ‘BABIES WITH NIALL HORAN!?’ And on Twitter, you tagged him saying “hey @niallhoran let’s make a date” with a winky emoji, which you knew wouldn’t catch his attention, but hey it’s always worth a shot. 

Fans and friends had been sharing the video like crazy, sending to all members of One Direction even though they were no longer a band. They even went gifed it and sent it to him on every social media platform, hoping he would see it. Again, you knew it was a long shot, but a small little bubble of hope was still there that he would see it.

Your phone was getting blown up this morning, it was only 6 o’clock in the morning when you were getting calls that you instantly ignored the millions of texts and tweets after that. 

Wondering what was going on, and if there was a possibility that you were in danger, you actually checked your phone instead of going back to sleep.
“Oh my GOD” you groaned, annoyed, and scaring your cat that was sleeping right beside you, you unlocked your phone to see 300 @ replies that you had gotten in the last hour, every single one of them had Niall and you tagged, which made your heart race. You scrolled the the top as quickly as you good, seeing all of the replies and then finally, the tweet they were replying to, which said ‘I see you @YTN’, with a winky face at the end. Your mouth fell open, hand shaking, almost dropping your phone, you had no idea how to respond to this sort of thing, both on twitter and in real life. There’s was no way you were going back to sleep now, you were wide awake, wide eyed and shaking. 

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I Can’t Believe You!

Ship: Evan Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack, swearing, brief online bullying, talk of suicide. 

A/N: Requested for the sentence prompt, “I can’t believe you!” I really hope this is what you meant. In this, you take Zoe’s place. I switched around the lyrics to words fail and took some dialogue from this scene in the show, because I felt that the words they already spoke/sang were so important. I don’t know how I feel about this, and I still don’t know how to end things but regardless I hope you enjoy. I’m thinking of making a pt2 where they meet up in the future to talk this over, but I’m not sure. Let me know if anybody wants that! 

-Mod Rae 

It’s funny how everything can change in a moment.

Your phone rang. Grabbing it and seeing a blocked number, you swiped to answer.

“Who is it? Who is it, (y/n)?” Larry questioned.

You ignored your dad. You just wanted to see what the person on the other line had to say to you.

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♥ Tagged - Randomize my life! (SLBP Version)

Rules: Pick 15 people and randomize them here. Make a new post and fill in each section with the number corresponding to your results. Feel free to tag anyone!

I got tagged by @mandakatt  and decided to do this entirely SLBP style. But oh god, what have I created?!

1. Mom or Dad: Kenshin - Good lord can you imagine? It’d be like one of those sitcoms or dramedy movies where the kids take care of their loopy space-cadet father, wouldn’t it? Making their own breakfast, otherwise he’d be serving chocolate ice-cream on top of cinnamon toast crunch or something.

02. Sibling: Yukimura - Awww. Awwwww…this would be so cute. I’d totally welcome Yukimura as big or little bro. Either way he’s got your back!

03. Grandma or Grandpa: Shingen - Ahahahaha…ever met one of those pervy old grandpas that insist on telling you about all the ladies they dated before you grandma, or how suave they were back in their day, or giving you dating advice? And you’re just cringing and stuffing another deviled egg in your mouth at Christmas, desperately wondering why your wine glass doesn’t refill itself? No? Nobody? Is this just a problem I have??

04. Haunts you: Mitsunari -  What a shitty ghost to have, really. He’d organize your messy books, spoil makeup he thinks is cheap and tawdry, and rearrange the spilled salt to spell out insults. Heaven help you if you ever pulled out the ouija board - he’d manage to throw shade as a shade that would blister the devil’s own ear. No wonder he’s still stuck on earth.

05. Boyfriend or girlfriend: Toramatsu - It’s a heavy, weighty responsibility - that of corrupting the innocent. But I am ready, willing, and able to take on that burden sir yes sir!

06. Your ex: Mitsuhide - Oh man. It was probably one of those quiet breakups, the ones that almost hurt worse than the explosive types. Where you just realized one day that there was no way you could force a square peg into a round hole, but it’s not the other part’s fault. You don’t have a good reason to NOT be with him…you just don’t have a good reason TO, and that really. Really. Sucks.

07. Your best friend: Saizo - WTF. I feel like this would not really actually happen but if it did it’s more just because he’s also your brother Yukimura’s bestie and they include you in everything, until one day you wake up hungover in a strange place at 3 AM and when Yuki doesn’t answer you find you’ve called Saizo. It’s never spoken of again after he takes you home, but the knowing sits warm and tight in your chest for weeks afterwards, and when he just sort of shows up one day you sit around watching Deadpool and pick it apart together.

08. Proposed: Toshiie - Is this really any stretch? He’s probably been joking about marrying you since you were seven. When he asked at ten you squealed about how gross boys were. When he asked at fifteen you just turned bright red and ran. When he asked at your twenty-first birthday you were more than a little tipsy and laughed until rum and coke came out your nose and then ran off to tell your friends. That was the last time he asked.

09. Your boss: Shigezane - This would be so? Cool? Shigezane would be the most awesomesauce boss, laid back and chill but still supportive AF, and if you ever need to take a personal day it’s yours. No questions asked. 

10. A random person you meet at a bar: Kojuro - It was probably a wine bar, near the courthouse where all the bigshot lawyers and corporate types schmooze about. You’re there for a special networking event, and the man with his jacket tossed over the barstool behind him and his sleeves rolled just the perfect amount up shares a quip while you wait for your glass of pinot gris. Only later does it occur to you that your tab’s been taken care of, and though you visit again for the next few weeks you never see that steady smile again.

11. Your rival: Nobunaga - I mean this is kind of a given, right? I think Nobunaga is incapable of any existence where he’s NOT a rival of some sort. The man needs drama like he needs air. Last box of brownie mix on the shelf just before Thanksgiving? Throw down. That asshole in the Lambo at the red light beside you, revving his engine and eyeing you in your Volvo over the top of his aviators? Nobunaga.

12. Gave you your first kiss: Masamune - I feel like this had to be a dare. Or a game. The most awkward round of spin-the-bottle you played in someone’s basement, dark and fumbling and his lips tasted of 7-Up, a thousand degrees beneath yours with the heat of his embarrassment.

13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Oichi - YES. YES. I need this like yesterday. We have ‘Telephone’ choreographed and everything and belt it out together, and she always manages to get the number of the same man whose lap she’s poured her drink into by the end of the song.

14. Played seven minutes in heaven with: Hideyoshi - Oh hells yes. I mean, have you read the epilogue where this basically already happened?! You’d tumble out when the time was up, flushed and panting and not remembering what goddamned century it was, and even his smug grin wouldn’t be enough to make you resent the way he haunts your wet dreams for the next three months.

15. Gave you your favorite dessert: Ieyasu - This is hard to see. Unless it’s bribe? It’s probably a bribe. It’s definitely probably a bribe.  And I’d be double checking to make sure it wasn’t poisoned.

This was a lot of ridiculous fun, thanks for the tag Mandakatt! If anyone else would like to do this, go for it - I’d specifically like to see @wonky-glass-ornament, @yoolee, @cavern-of-bells, @suzunesays, @han-pan, @frywen-babbles try it!

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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Swept Off My Feet (Part 10, Finale)

Swept Off My Feet (Part 10, Finale)

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 895

Warnings: just fluff.

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I lost motivation for this somewhere along the way. But, being me, I can’t stop something when it’s not finished. So, here is the finale. Enjoy, y’all.

Swept Off My Feet Master List

You smiled as you placed a hand on one of the white wooden cribs that Misha had slaved over for the past four weeks. Building furniture was no joke, but he had a talent for piecing things together, no matter how many thousands of pieces it took. But it made your heart flutter knowing he wanted to build the cribs for his two sons by hand.

You furrowed your brow as you noticed the one closest to you was sitting slightly crooked. “Misha!” you called out for him. He was downstairs, probably making lunch. You had moved in with him, into his home in Vancouver, after he begged you at least a dozen times. It wasn’t hard to find a local animal hospital that needed a front office manager. It was a change of scenery from the shelter, but you loved it all the same.

After a few minutes, you sighed. He probably had his headphones in and couldn’t hear you. So, you’d just have to move the heavy object yourself. You gripped the corner of the crib and pushed, quickly becoming winded. The fucking thing didn’t even budge. Shit.

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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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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. 

@iwantthedean @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @ellen-reincarnated1967 @mamaredd123 @impala-dreamer @impalaimagining @chelsea072498 @paintrider13-blog @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @love-kittykat21 @spntrista @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat.  I could go on and on!

So keep reading to learn more about my new challenge!!

Originally posted by thebestcatblog

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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


// A.S 

A Day In The Life

TITLE: A Day In The Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4: Careful What You Wish For

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine going lingerie shopping with Loki.


NOTES/WARNINGS: Good gods, carpal tunnel suck! I’ve been sitting on, like, half this chapter for almost two weeks! This turned out a bit longer than intended, but meh. Prepare thine eyes for some innuendos, because Loki and Isabel are mature adults like that.


    It had been a quiet day so far in the famous building that housed the equally famous Avengers, or at least the more infamous members thereof at present. Isabel had allowed herself to sleep in for a change and surprisingly enough, Loki had actually let her; when she did get out of bed, she’d taken a long bath, gotten some almost-lunch and then elected to lounge in the living room of their floor watching TV.

    Sometime after, she decided to get on with the errands she’d been putting off for days, both because of work and because she just hadn’t felt like doing them, when in walked her favourite roommate. Loki didn’t say a word, simply sprawled out on the couch half on her lap, his hair falling over most of his face and the rest pressed against the skin of her stomach left bare by the short top she wore. A half-smile pulled at her lips and she combed her fingers through his hair, earning a pleased sigh. Maybe those errands could wait a little longer, she decided.

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Childhood Woes

Originally posted by calmandcalculating

Request:  Ok, so my prompt is: Reader was in Afghanistan with Tony. She’s Obie Stane’s kid. After they get back, Obie tried to get the reader to help him take over the company. I’ll leave the ending up to you! Can it be a fixture of Angst and fluff? Thank you!

Pairing:Tony x reader, Platonic

Summary: You never realized how insane your father was until he tried to force it upon you, now you had to figure out how to save your best friend from your family.

Word Count: 1,265

Genre: angst, fluff

As you step off of the plane with Tony, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Turns out it takes being kidnapped by a terrorist cell to truly know what you have. After three months in captivity with the most arrogant man you knew, the sight of american soil and Happy was enough to make anyone cry. You had gone to Afghanistan with Tony per your father’s wishes and you two were ambushed and held hostage for what felt like forever. Tony now had some magnetic power ball strapped to his chest and you had various stitches all over your body,earning the nickname ‘Frankenstein’ by Tony. You were a little upset that your father didn’t how up to greet you, but you two were never that close and he was a busy man. You save the sentiments and pile into a SUV with Tony and Happy takes the wheel.

“Where to first?” happy asks

“We should probably go to the hospital-” you try to answer.

“No. No, after three months in captivity, all i want is an american cheeseburger and the other-”

“Tony, you need to get checked out, you probably have sand in the wound or god knows what other kinds of bacteria!” you argue.

“I don’t need to do anything.” he says

You groan in annoyance, “You’re such a jackass.”

“Only for you dear.” he answers provocatively

You didn’t not like Tony, you two were practically raised together. Obie Stane was your father and he was basically Tony’s uncle. Since you were children, if Howard and your father had something to do, you two went with each other to the nanny.  You two were like a package deal, that is until you grew older. Tony showed great skill from a very young age and no matter what you did it wasn’t enough in your father’s eyes, you would never be enough, so you spent your afternoons during childhood playing in Tony’s shadow. Your father might play like he loved Tony, but after relentless nights of telling you to be better, that you needed to be better than Stark, showed you his true colors. He resented and hated Tony for taking the company from him. He was just a young start up with too much of daddy’s cash lining his pockets and sadly that’s how most of the rest of the board of directors thought as well. Even though you were constantly put down by his achievements, you could ever really hate Tony. Yes he was annoying, yes he was immature but you couldn’t hate him because he was brilliant. He didn’t ask for your father to treat you so horribly. He knew none of it.

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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.”

Not Such a Bad Thing

Square Filled: FREE SPACE 

Ship: Wincest 

Rating: Explicit 

 Warnings: Smut, Adult Language and Content 

Tags: Tentacle Sex 

Summary: Sam and Dean are on a hunt for a witch and the witch casts an unreversable spell on one of them. Dean’s hate for witches has grown exponentially because of the spell. Or has it? 

 Word Count: 3596 

 Written for: @spnkinkbingo

 A/N: This was my first time writing “Tentacle Sex” or anything that involves tentacles so sorry if it’s bad! I love fics that involve tentacles so if you find any good tentacle fics, let me know or tag me in them. I hope you guys like this. Please leave comments and/or criticism! 

Originally posted by guestwho

Originally posted by welcometowincesthell

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