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Chance of A Lifetime - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: Anonymous - Hi!! I’m new to your account, but I love it! So could I get a Tom Holland imagine where the reader wins the RDJ contest and that’s how they meet? And could it be where the cast becomes protective of reader and fluff? Thx :)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count:  1,244

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This request was a lot of fun to do. : ) There was many places that they would be filming so I chose the first set they did which was in Georgia. 

~This was long overdue I apologize.

~Masterlist~


Hang with Robert Downey Jr. on the Next Avengers Set.

Our lucky contestant is posted down below so be sure to check it out to see if you’ve gotten the chance to meet Iron Man himself:

“The lucky winner of the our contest is Y/N L/N”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You had to re-read it several times to make sure this wasn’t just a dream. You were going to meet the one and only Robert Downey Jr. You have now gotten the chance to meet Iron man himself in person! Even if you were just 20 years old, you still fangirled all the way. To anyone else it would have looked like you were having a seizure or just gone crazy. Since you lived alone, you could act any way you wanted, and right now you were over the moon. 

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing so so much! It makes me feel all tingly inside (like Lili when Believer comes on ;)) I was wondering if you could write #13 x

13.co-stars au

He was pissed. Actually he was beyond pissed, this wasn’t right, it didn’t make any sense.

So what if Sabrina Spellman quit the show? It wasn’t his fault she was a diva with an inferiority complex, so why the hell did they have to bring in a new love interest five episodes into the third season of “Write Me Lovely”. it was now up to Jughead Jones to pretend to fall madly in love with whatever new costar they decided to spring on him, as if pretending to love Sabrina had been an easy task.

Sabrina Spellman played the Character Jamie Lewis, opposite Jugheads character Carter Noles. They had grown up together on the show, childhood sweethearts turned best friends and lovers. But Sabrina was horrible and she made it fairly difficult to enjoy any scene she was in, Jughead had been waiting for the day she quit, begging the producers and writers to break Carter and Jamie up. It all came to a head just a few days ago when Sabrina decided that she wasn’t in enough scenes and demanded more, when they refused she up and quit, the plan was to have her run away in the show, break Jugheads heart. Enter new Character Emma May to pick up the pieces.

“Maybe you’ll like her dude. Veronica said that she met the chick who’s playing Emma and that she’s the sweetest thing and totally hot.” Archie Andrews nudged Jughead, shoveling food into his mouth as makeup attempted to brush away the ketchup staining his cheek and fake letterman jacket.

“I don’t care. I don’t want a new love interest. Do you know how difficult it is to pretend you enjoy making out with someone when every single time you lean in for the kiss you get an hour long discussion on how to stage kiss? I’m about done. I mean we won six teen choice awards last year, obviously we’re doing something right why change it up. Why add someone new?” The dark haired boy in the leather jacket grumbled, grabbing a bag of chips and dropping onto his set chair.

“They say she’s a pretty big name. Ronnie won’t tell me who but apparently she was shocked to see that she was joining the cast.” The red headed boy shrugged.

“Great another Ego.”

“Did someone say Ego?” Veronica Lodge appeared before the boys, tight purple dress and signature heels clacking on the soundstage floor.

Archie chuckled

“What’s up babe?” He grinned, rumors around set were that Veronica and Archie were hooking up behind the scenes but no one had the courage to ask.

“I’m just here to introduce you to….” she trailed off, looking behind her shoulder “oh dang it, she probably got stopped again.”

“I’m right here. Sorry the sound guy wanted an autograph.”

Jugheads jaw nearly dropped to the ground, his eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him.

It was Betty Cooper, Broadway’s Most up and coming actress, tony award winner and Americas Sweetheart. Her long blonde curls were pinned back and she wore a soft cotton blue dress, sparkling green eyes shining up at him as he shifted in his boots.

“Ah there you are! Boys, this is Betty Cooper she’s playing Emma May and she’s going to be amazing. Obviously.” Veronica laughed,

“Great to meet you Betty, I’m Archie Andrews, I play Vic. I can’t wait to talk but me and Veronica have a pretty steamy scene film, something about a shower I think.” He waggled his eyebrows as Veronica rolled her eyes

“I’ll see you at our next scene Betts, I think there’s a crying scene in there somewhere so think sad thoughts.” The raven haired princess blew a kiss to her new friend and left with Archie , leaving Betty standing in front of Jughead

“Hi. You must be Carter. I’m your Emma.” Her smile was blinding, dimples poking out as the ponytail she wore bobbed adorably, he couldn’t help the grin that crept up on his features

“Jughead Jones, nice to meet you. I’m your Carter.” He stuck out his hand which Betty eagerly took before she glanced up at him

“Listen, I totally get that it wasn’t your choice to have another love interest, they filled me in before I accepted the role. I promise to make this as easy and fun as possible, I’ve never worked on a television show before but I’m a quick learner.”

Jughead felt his cheeks flame slightly, she probably thought he was the biggest asshole.

“No! No it’s not like that, I just.. haven’t had the best experience with love interests, I guess I’m just a little bitter.” He shrugged slightly, his lips tilted up.

Betty nodded in understanding
“I totally get that. When I was playing Glinda in wicked my Elphaba hated me. It’s not gonna be like that though! I think we’re gonna get along just fine.” Betty’s tiny hand gripped his as she smiled hopefully up at him

Jughead glanced down at their intertwined fingers

“You know what Betty Cooper, I think you’re right.”

The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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There For You

Fuck titles honestly. 

OKAY! For that one anon who wanted cheerleading langst! 

I honestly didn’t made it THAT angsty, just…you know, small moments when you are vulnerable and feel bad, but he’s okay, the team and Keith arrive and patches him with love! 

1.4k words so, read under the cut (: 

Ps. I honestly didn’t beta’d so, pls excuse any mistakes on it! D: DONE RAMBLING. ENJOY. 

Disclaimer; Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


It was a clean break.

Lance traces the cast around his foot, fingers barely touching it, almost as if afraid to make more damage.

He passes the white hard surface in what could be wonder, already imagining the colorful marked names of his squad and the ‘get well’ messages from both his team, friends and family that the entire cast will be decorated with as soon as he’s out of the hospital. A warm feeling travels inside him at the thought only to drop abruptly on his stomach in the last second, remorse and guilt replacing any of the warmth from the beginning.

Lance sighs, pushing his healthy leg up so he could be able to lean his elbow against his knee and rubs his face tiredly, dirt and sweat still covering his face. The brunet scoffs as he feels the dried tear tracks on his cheeks; he rubs them angrily, huffing annoyed.

The small ER room he’s inside in is quiet and it makes him even more anxious than when the doctor was putting the cast on his broken foot. He doesn’t like small places, that’s a given, but being in a cramped place plus sitting alone inside one with small to almost no way to move easily around, it’s worse.

It only makes him recall the voices from before; the taunting, the teasing, the mocking bombs that were thrown before the game and after half time. Lance can still clearly hear the Galra Squad’s laughter as he laid on the ground in pain even now.

The brunet takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to control the unleashed tears, and then he exhales shakily. He tries to recall Allura’s soothing voice as they carried him towards the ambulance.

“You haven’t ruined anything, Lance.” She had said, even before he had the chance to open his mouth, her voice strong and firmly, the very same way she shouts orders to the entire squad. Strong, caring and graceful like a captain should be. “Screw the competition and the entire contest; you are what is important, so hush now and focus on breathing through your nose, follow my lead.”

He barely had the time to look back at the field and catch Keith’s worried eyes, trying to break free from his coach’s hold, hand raised as if to reach him. Lance couldn’t even send him a reassuring smile before the door of the ambulance closed.

Hunk and Pidge had been by his side the entire ride to the ER. Both of the had left the bleachers as soon as he had fell to the ground. Hunk had been rambling about his newest robobeast that served pancakes in hopes to ease his mind and distract him enough from the gruesome sight of his broken foot and Pidge went on and on about the new updates she had made on Rover, the small robot that helped her win first place on the science convention from last year, making him laugh with small teasing and the newest memes.

It had helped, honest to God, it had; but the humiliation of his screw up in front of the entire school still lingered inside his mind. He had let down his school, his squad, his friends, his family and himself.

He had let the Galra squad get into his head. He let them poke and slash at his buried insecurities. He allowed them to distract him during their performance.

“You will never be good enough.” One of them had said, their words echoing inside his head like a broken record, “You don’t belong in the field. You will never be on the same level as Allura, you won’t ever accomplish anything.”

He had believed them.

Lance groans and lays back on the bed, rubbing his eyes stubbornly before moving his arms over his eyes, blocking any light around him.

He hears the door open a few minutes later and quiet soft footsteps make their way to his side. Lance limits himself to hum as a greeting, not bothering to remove his arm.

“Lay it on me Doc, I might never walk ever again or do cheerleading. I can take it.” He jokes, chuckling wetly under his breath but it comes out choked and forced.

The person besides him stays quiet and then suddenly, and arm grabs his wrist and lifts his arm from his eyes. Lance stares wide eyed at the sight of his boyfriend above him.

Keith stares right back at him unblinking, his navy blue eyes scanning every corner of his face before sighing and leaning down, lips pressing themselves above Lance’s dirty eyebrow.

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Replaceable Part 6!!!

“You can’t do this! Get me out of here!” Lance shouted as the Galra threw him into a cell, a translucent green humming wall, trapping him. “This wasn’t the deal! TROQ!!”
His shouts landed on deaf ears. He went to slam his hand on the green wall, but as soon as his fist made contact, a sharp electric shock went though him. With a yelp he yanked back his hand. He observed his hand and cursed as he noticed a harsh red burn.
“Well, that’s gonna scar.” He mumbled to himself.

He took the chance to look around his cell. It was pretty depressing. It was bare except the small bench that had a raggedy pillow that was stained a red-brown color, and Lance was pretty certain that it was blood. They had taken Lance’s suit and amour a long time ago, giving him a skin tight black and purple suit that had gray highlights. Lance walked over the the cracked mirror that was leaning against the way. He looked at himself, turning around to see every angle.
“Ah, at least my ass looks great.”
A rough chuckled emitted from the next cell. “Good to know someone has their priorities set.” Lance huffed and his face turned a dark shade of red. Lance was about to respond when he heard a door slam open. Light cast shadows in the front of his cell, and he could hear the roar of a crowd, chanting and thunderous applause. The light and shadows dispersed and loud footsteps took their place. A hushed silence fell over the cells, and a bead of sweat formed on Lance’s forehead. He didn’t know why, but his gut told him that he needed to stay quiet. The footsteps passed by his cell and slowed. Lance held his breath, not daring to draw attention to himself. Lance could see that is was another Galra, but dressed in black armor. A few moments passed, and the Galra moved to the cell beside Lance’s, and he let out the breath he had been holding. The same voice that once chuckled at Lance was now screaming, begging for mercy.
“NO PLEASE!! NOT BE ME! THE NEXT ONE, THE ONE NEXT TO ME!! PICK HIM INSTEAD, PLEASE!”

Lance breath quickened and he clamped a hand over his mouth to try and suffer the noise. He could hear the Galra beginning to laugh as the prisoner next to him began trying to scurry away, the bottom of their heels scraping against the cold floor. Lance watched in horror as the Galra guard dragged the prisoner by the throat, who was helplessly clawing at the hand, trying to take in shuttering gasps. Lance scurried his feet against the floor, pushing himself back to the wall as if he could melt into it. Lance watched with wide eyes as the two disappeared out the door at the end of the hall. Lance slumped against the wall, pressing the palm of his hands into his eyes.
“Get a grip Lance. You can do this. Do if for the team, for Pidge.”
“Heh, how courageous of you, Paladin.”
Lance inhaled sharply as another Galra appeared before his cell. The guard sneered his sharp canines at him.
“The crowd is quite enthralled knowing that have a member of Voltron, the universe’s defender, as an opponent. Don’t want to disappoint them now, do we?”
The electric green wall disappeared and the Galra wasted no time charging into the cell, straight to Lance. Lance barely had time to react before there was a hand around his throat, dragging him out into the hallway.
“L-Let go of me hijo de puta!” He gasped out.
Lance grit his teeth when the Galra just smirked and ignored him. Lance gripped the guard’s wrist with both hands, and hoisted himself up, bringing one foot and landing a swift kick the the Galra’s jaw, smirking when he let out a pained grunt. But his satisfaction quickly faded when the guard dugs his claws into Lance’s shoulder, making him cry out in pain as the blood started to trickle down.
“Just you wait, little Paladin. I will take great satisfaction in seeing your blood splattered across the arena.”
Lance paled and he struggled against the grip harder and they neared the door that led to said arena. The Galra laughed as Lance continued to struggle, tightening his grip.
“It’s show time, Blue Paladin.”

The doors flew open, and the crowd’s cheers were deafening. Galra and aliens of all kinds pointing at Lance, shouting at him, placing bets on him. The guard threw Lance onto the ground, which was surprisingly covered in dirt. He crouched down to Lance, spitting in his face. “Show us your strength. Are you worthy of being a Paladin of Voltron? Or are just a pathetic human who will be killed within a matter of ticks? Whatever it is, keep us entertained.”
With that, the Galra left Lance in a room in the arena, a gate closing him off from entering or exiting. Lance could see through the cracks of the gate two forms in the arena.

One of whom was bleeding profusely, leaving a trail of blood where ever they went. The other had a dark, satisfied smirk on their face, twirling a curved above their head before sinking it into the abdomen of their opponent. Lance gasped in horror as the arena roared and cheered, watching the alien choke on their on blood, crumpling to the ground. Lance, with a sick realization, recognized the fallen alien as the one whose cell was right beside his. Lance had just seen him alive, and now. Now he was dead, slit eyes glazed over.
“Ladies and gentleman, aliens of all kind! Let’s hear it for our winner!”
The crowd’s cheers became louder, some stomping their feet, making the arena shake. “But the show has just begun! Our next opponent is a real ~special~ one. Get ready for the fight of your life!!”
Lance stared numbly as his gate to the arena slowly opened. With slow steps, Lance made his way into the light of the arena.

You’re My Mission (Part 1/?) (Avengers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can you do one where when the reader was a kid her parents sold her into HYDRA where she was tortured but never had her memories erased so she could remember what her parents did. They experiment on her and she gets really powerful powers. The avengers save her but because of her parents and what happened while she was in HYDRA she has insane trust issues and insecurities and PTSD and developed depression/anxiety from her time in HYDRA.

2. Avengers x reader please you are a mutant with powerful magical abilities and Hydra holds your little brother hostage and make you try to kill the Avengers and you nearly succeed but in the end you can’t do it and they catch you and Wanda manages to get the truth out of you and in the end they help you rescue your brother and discover that you guys are orphans and decide to take you in please I love your writing

The Avengers compound was one of the most secure buildings anywhere; maybe even more so than a few of the highest-level government buildings around the world.  The sleek design of the building itself left few hiding places or hidden corners, each room sparsely decorated as if for this purpose rather than just minimalist choice.  You had done just enough homework on the facility to get your mission completed, and now as you stood behind it, shrouded in the dark of night, you felt that you were as prepared as you would ever be.  You really had no other choice.

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When they don’t speak your families language~

the Ji-Mi-Zi edition

[G-Dragon]

[GD] …Jagi …what do I do?… hello?

*you’re mum mutters something to you and you laugh*

[GD] wait… what did she say?

[Y/N] *laughing* oh… nothing…

[GD] *sulky* oh…

[Minho]

*you look at him, laugh and then say something to your sister*

[MH] …huh?

[Y/N] don’t worry… *smirk*

*someone in your family tells you some good news… Minho isn’t really sure what’s going on*

*you take your eyes off him for 5 seconds and somehow he’s been enlisted by your grandmother to help out in the kitchen*

[Y/N] *laughing* good luck Jagi… 

[Zico]

*he’s surprised to hear you speaking your native language for the first time*

*one of your relatives tries speaking to him*

[ZC] *tries to signal for help* Jagi… psst…

[Y/N] oh hahaha…*in your language* no, he doesn’t speak our language… *laughing*

*spends the rest of the evening trying to figure out what’s going on*

[CREDIT to the gif owners - I do not own these gifs]

Addewid (XVI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,353

Warning: Character death (minor)

Genre: Fey!AU + Series

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

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Nice Guys Finish Last (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

A/N: Gah, I feel like this is a lame chapter. I spent hours writing, wanting to put this story out. So further apologies if it’s bland. 😔

Chapter Summary: You, Jeff, Troy, and Mallory go to Jessica’s party. For some reason, Jeff isn’t his normal, happy self.

WARNING: cursing


03. Jessica’s Party

Y/N P.O.V.

You praised the day Friday came. Your classes had been taking its toll on you and working part-time at Rosie’s 3 days that week was hectic; but you managed to pull through it all.


You stood in front of your long-length mirror, hanged behind your bedroom door, and examined your outfit. You tried on 3 other outfits before settling for this one, yet, you still weren’t satisfied.

You would have changed again if it weren’t for a car honking for you.

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Flashing Lights (part 3) - Benedict x reader

A/N: Well this was loads of fun to write. Especially the end because damn, the cumberbutt gets me every time. A huge thanks to @duskybatfishgirl for providing me with this post that inspired me profoundly, lol. Also, this week I might be slower on updates because of a few upcoming exams, but I promise I’ll make an effort. Just be patient, you guys, because a lot of good stuff is coming up ;D

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Flashing Lights. I loved this fic. I was wondering if you could to do another one like it. But Benedict is going on the graham Norton show to promote Sherlock. And the reader is the surprise guest.

Word count: 2509
Warnings: none

Originally posted by cucumberbenny

[part 1] [part 2]

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Swimming Pools

Originally posted by minozic-o

Artist: Song Minho/ Mino

Group/Crew: WINNER

Genre: Gang!au , Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 1162

Requested: Can you do a smut scenario with Mino based on his mv ‘Body’ please?

WARNING: EXPLICIT! , Slight Daddy! Kink , Strong Language Usage

Standing in front of him, a seductive smirk was painted on my lips and my eyes were hooded. I was a good distance away from him, having that he can’t get me easily if he wanted to. “It’s such a great night.” I looked up, stretching my neck as I stared at the night sky. “The view is amazing, too.” His deep voice stated, having dropped several octaves. Feeling the water shift, my head shifted back to him. A teasing smile was playing on his lips as he leaned back against the edge of the pool. Nodding his head back, he bit his lip at me seductively. A giggle escaped my lips as I began to slowly make my way through the water towards him.

When I got close enough, he reached out and tugged my body to his. A smile was pulled onto my lips as we stared at each other. “You look so gorgeous in the moonlight, my sweet princess.” He cooed softly, pushing a wet curl behind my ear. “You look rather attractive under the light of the moon, too, my dangerous mob leader.” I chuckled, watching as his lips pulled into a small smile and his eyes sparkled in amusement. “You’re so cute, jagi.” He chuckled, rubbing his nose against mine in a gentle eskimo kiss.

We clinked our flutes of champagne together and sipped from them, our eyes locked from above the rim of the glass. Placing mine back on the ledge, beside his head, I leaned back into the water.  Moving away from him, watching as he set his flute down next to mine. His arms spread over the ledge, his head tipped down as he watched me through his eyelashes. I that look all too well, and my body reacted immediately. I moved back towards him, our chests touching as I looked up at him with innocent eyes through my wet lashes. He dipped his head down, brushing his lips against mine. I smirked, dunking myself into the pool as he went to connect our lips. What I didn’t expect was for him to pull his whole body in after mine and grab me. We stared at each other, ignoring the slight tingle from the chlorine, before he pulled me to his body and connected our lips. He gripped my shoulder, holding me closer to him and kissing me deeper.

We finally came up for air, both of us taking a large gulp of air. Soon, he attached his lips onto my neck. Nipping and sucking at the wet skin, marking with blotches of purple and red. Moans slipped from my swollen, parted lips as my head tipped back and my eyes shut. I arched my back, our chests meeting as he held the middle of my back tighter as his lips traveled up my jaw, over my chin and up to brush over my lips. “Minho.” I breathed, my hands gripping his biceps as I looked to him with hooded eyes. He hummed softly in response, his eyes dark and dilated in lust. “I need you…” His lips pulled into a smirk against my cheek as he slowly moved towards my ear. “Tell me how bad you need me, princess.” He nipped at the lobe, chuckling lightly at the whimper that escaped me. “So bad…please, Minho.” I whined, only receiving a disappointed sigh from him. “Tsk tsk tsk… Now, now, now princess you know what my name is…” He whispered, one of his hands sliding down and gripping my thigh, pulling it higher against his hip. I whined again, jutting my bottom lip out in a pout as I stared at him with glazed eyes. “You don’t want me to get angry and frustrated with you, right, princess?” He stated, voice soft as if he was talking to a small child. “No…” “No, what, princess?” He rose an eyebrow at me and I lowered my eyes to the water between us, his twinkling with something I was so used to by now. “No, daddy.” I spoke in a soft voice, eyes flickering up to look at him through my eyelashes. The groan he let was enough of an indication that what I said hit right in his ego, boosting it up much more than it needed to. “Now, tell me again, princess…How much did you want me?” He pushed, his nose rubbing against the base of my neck gently, causing my eyes flutter shut and my head to fall back. “So, so much, daddy.” I sighed, feeling his lips spread into a smile against my collar bones.

Soon enough, I was pinned against the corner of the pool, hands gripping at his wet back as he pounded into me. My mouth was open as silent moans slipped through, with the occasional gasps and whimpers. His forehead was leaned against mine as he watched me intently, a groan leaving him every once in a while, and him placing soft pecks onto my lips. I felt myself clench around his length, a whimper leaving at the feeling. “Daddy, I’m close.” I breathed, my face moving to the crook of his neck and nipping at the skin gently. “I know. Hold off for just a little longer for Daddy. Okay, Princess?” His voice was raspy and strained as his hips started to move faster, rougher, and messier. As he chased his high, his grip on my hip and thigh also tightened, hard enough to bruise. “Alright, Princess, on three I want you to cum for me. Okay? Can you do that for Daddy?” I nodded, whimpering as my grip on his back tightened and my nails dug deeper into his shoulder blades. “One…” He grunted, head falling forward as he groaned out the last two numbers. “Two…Three… Cum for me, Princess.”  He rasped, my orgasm flowing before I was even ready. Like it was just waiting for his okay. It tore through me in strong waves, causing me to scream his name and cry out in ecstasy. Then, just as mine settled down from its pleasurable torture, his hit him. He moaned and grunted softly, his breathing speeding up as he stilled and his body tensed. “Fuck!” He cried out, snapping his hips to mine a few more times before he stopped and slumped against my body slightly.

As our breathing evened out and he slipped out of me, we just sat there in the chilled pool water and stared at the stars.  “Want to go watch a movie inside?” He asked softly, making me look to him and chuckle. His eyes were already trained on me as a boyish grin played on his lips. I sighed softly, nodding as I leaned in to peck his lips. “Sure thing, boss man Minho.” I giggled, watching as he playfully rolled his eyes at me.

Turf Wars part 6

“Where are we going?” Kevin moaned, picking up his feet as Veronica dragged her friends through the muddy, grass less trailer park.

Archie was smirking at the dark haired girl who’s face was set in a stern line of determination “Ronnie, you’ve got to slow down, this is more exercise than Kevin can handle.” He elbowed Jughead expecting him to laugh along, but one glance at his best friends face showed he was not in the right state of mind for jokes. “Hey buddy? You okay jug?”

Jughead knew this place all too well, the tin can trailer homes, the broken basketball hoop all of the kids called a court, even the busted up RV the Serpents used for “special deals.” This was once his home, he knew the man who ran this place. That man was his father and the thought of seeing him again after all these years, it made him sick to his stomach.

Veronica finally broke the silence
“Betty lives here, she’s our friend now and I thought it would be nice to pay her a visit, let her know we accept her and all of her friends, no matter where they come from.” She played with her pearls as she stepped over a tree branch with her Louis Vuitton’s. yeah this was not gonna go over well. Jughead looked over to see the way Archie nervously tugged on his letterman jacket, he seemed to be thinking the same thing, the rumors were always spreading about how the south side hated all of Riverdale, wanted them all gone.

Neither of the boys had the heart to tell Veronica any of this, so they quietly bit back their fears.

“Aha!” Veronica stated, pointing to a group of men all in “serpent” tagged leather jackets “we can just ask them where Betty is.” She moved to go ask as Kevin followed blindly. Jughead and Archie both pulled the pair back quickly
“Why don’t we wait? I’m sure there’s someone less…” Archie started

“Lethal” Jughead filled in

“Yes, lethal. I’m sure there’s someone less lethal we can ask.”

Veronica tsked, “don’t be ridiculous archiekins, they’re just people.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and made her way over to the gaggle of bikers, gently tapping one on the shoulder. Almost instantly the entire group turned around, Kevin flew backwards and into Jugheads arms. Jughead looked down at the flamboyant blankly and released him, shaking his head.

“Hi! I’m Veronica Lodge and these are my friends, we’re looking for another one of our friends her name is Betty Cooper. I was wondering if you knew where I could find her?” Veronica asked in her positively, perfectly mannered way.

The three boys prepared for the worst, as the men exchanged glances, when suddenly the tallest one spoke

“Sure sweetheart, Betty is probably hanging out by the big blue trailer, you can’t miss it, yellow mailbox right out front. If she’s not there, she might be over with F.P at the bar, try the trailer first.” The terrifying looking men all smiled and went back to their conversation as Veronica thanked them cordially.

Jughead and Archie just stared slack jawed at the scene that had just taken place, that had not been what they were expecting. As Kevin shuffled them along, the men all turned to Jughead stopping him in his tracks.

“It’s the splitting image ya know. It’s damn crazy to see what he would have looked like at this age, now he’s just an old bastard.” The man with the long white beard laughed, ruffling Jugheads hair and smiling.

“Even the fashion sense! Seems like you all have a passion for flannels.” A tall African man laughed causing the whole group to laugh.

They were all smiling kindly at Jughead as he nodded confused and began walking off to meet his friends. What was that about?

Finally the blue trailer came into view and sure enough Betty was there ,surrounded by young men all dressed in Serpent gear. She was in the center of them all, wearing tight black pants and a dark green sports bra, she looked like absolute sin and Jughead felt his mouth go dry. Archie elbowed him from his right and when Jughead glanced over he was wiggling his brows.

His temporary stupor was cut short though, when a man who had about five feet on Betty stepped closer to her, his hands drawn up in fists. What the fuck? Was he about to hit Betty?

“Joaquin told me about this, it’s a kind of training, it’s like fight club, apparently Betty is the best.” Kevin whispered to Jughead, As soon as the words came out Kevin’s mouth, Betty delivered a swift kick and a punch to her opponent sending him directly to the floor, the entire group of men broke out into cheers and a tall dark haired man came out of the huddle of bikers, grabbing Betty’s arm and lifting it into the air

“We have our winner!” He shouted, turning around and smiling broadly. Oh shit.

It was Jugheads father, standing before him and holding the one thing that had been on his mind all week. Talk about coincidence.

All too quickly, Betty’s eyes connected with Jughead and a grin appeared on her face, she reached up and grabbed F.P down to her level, whispering in his ear. The older man immediately snapped his head up and zoomed in on Jughead. His eyes going wide as he dropped Betty’s arm, almost in slow motion the Man made his way to Jughead.

“Son” he whispered, his voice in complete awe.

“Hey dad.”

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Ap 66 and Robb Stark:-D

Robb Stark - “There is some good in the world and it’s worth fighting for”

Your head rested on his naked chest while your finger absentmindedly drew circles on his skin. You knew that this moment of happiness wouldn’t last as long as you would want it to last. At some point reality would catch up with you again, war would catch up with you again and this calm before the storm would become nothing but a vague memory. You knew that maybe you would have to wait another few days or weeks or even longer until you could sleep in his arms again. You knew that you had to enjoy it while it would last, because some day he might not come back at all.

“What concerning thought is bothering you, love?” Robb’s voice was barely a whisper while his hand wandered through your hair.

You kept your eyes closed and let out a sigh. The last thing you wanted was ruining this perfect moment by a depressive talk that wouldn’t change anything in the end. You knew that no matter what you would say and no matter what you would do, he would not turn around and march back to Winterfell.

He had come too far for that. He had tried too hard for that. He had an entire army that wanted to finish what they had started. But there were only two possible outcomes and neither of those sounded very appealing. Either he would end on the iron throne, ruling the seven Kingdoms, but forced to look over his shoulder constantly. Or he would not live to tell the tales of all the epic battles he had fought.

“I wish life could always be like this. I wish it could always be this serene, this calm, this happy.” You eventually opened your eyes and your glance met his.

He had his lips curled up into a slight smile and for a moment the lights in his eyes dimmed a little as if he understood the meaning behind your words. “I like to think that when all of this is over, serenity, calm and happiness is waiting for us.” The twinkle returned to his glance. “I like to envision a world where our kids can grow up without having to be afraid of anything or anyone.” He swallowed. “There is some good in the world and it’s worth fighting for.”

“If only that goodness in the world would one day chase the darkness and violence away.” You spoke softly, the tips of your fingers now playing with one of his nipples. “But the endless circle of killing and war has been going on for as long as we can all remember. What makes you think that you might be the one to end it?”

Robb kissed your forehead and he tightened his grip on you. “If I wouldn’t think that I can end it, this would be a useless and pointless fight without a winner in the very end.” He took a deep breath and grabbed your chin. “If I wouldn’t think that there is still good in this world I would not be able to fight. I would only be terrified that I would never return to you.” He closed his eyes and kissed your lips. “I’m fighting for a happy end. For you. For me. And I hope one day for our children too.”

You curled your lips up into a smile and placed your head on his chest again. “Can we dread this moment a little longer, please?”

Robb’s hands rubbed your back, moving lower and lower until they rested on your hips. “Yes, we can and I know exactly how.”

Be With You

Originally posted by weasleytwins101

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Hufflepuff!Reader

Words: 871

Forever Tag List: @missmotherhen

Request: Hey i love all your imagines, i was wondering if you could make a Oliver Wood x Hufflepuff reader. Btw sorry english is not my first language - @tomlinsonholland

Author’s Note: Thank you so much! Your English is amazing, trust me! Also, this isn’t very long but I hope you like it. – Haley xx


The quidditch pitch was packed as the first game of the season started. It was my house, Hufflepuff, against Gryffindor, my boyfriend’s house. We lost to Gryffindor for two straight years now, but it was now our time to get revenge. I was squished between two upper classmen as I watched my team and Gryffindor’s file out onto the field.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon Week 2: Damn Eye Contact

Okay so here it is…per @diggo26 and @green-arrows-of-karamel this is worth reading so let’s hope they’re right! Warning I truly just went down the smut path with this one so yes it’s explicit for me…

Enjoy and you can read it here or on AO3!

Damn Eye Contact

Blue, textured with flecks of green, aqua, turquoise and, even sometimes a splash of tormented gray. That’s what she saw when she opened her own endless blue depths after the explosion on Lian Yu…that’s what she saw every time she even dared to close her tired eyes.

She’d begun to think of his eyes like they were an endless dream of hopes and, unexplored possibilities; and that was beginning to become a very distracting problem. Felicity growled internally with a confusing mixture of longing, annoyance and, pent up frustration. She stared out along the seemingly endless bank of windows that let the lights from the city below flow along the dark spaces of the wide open room. Her fingers danced along the black mug while the contents within grew tempered from the cold, recycled air that floated around her stately. She rolled her head until her chin was hovering above the half empty mug. Her eyes rolled until her lids shut, her back bowed and her toes curled along the stainless steel rod of the kitchen stool.

She sighed as her shoulders slumped and, her heart thudded quietly as she slowly filled with unexpressed disappointment. Her stomach curled when her tortured mind begun filling her heart with endless images of his grief stricken eyes…

She whimpered almost inaudibly as the images shifted; the way the blue hues of his pupils changed as his emotions rolled over them both in waves left her ruined in her stunned, wrecked heart. She would have gone on this way for hours had it not been for the innocent sound of lightly drumming knuckles upon her partially closed door. She breathed out in tortured defeat, “I can’t live like this Oliver…” she heard him softly close the door as she muttered, “I can’t live with endless regrets…”

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Live From New York, It’s Saturday Night!

Title: Live From New York, It’s Saturday Night!

Request: Hi! Can you write an imagine kinda like “I have a crush on you” but for SNL? P.s. I love your write so much!!

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Joseph, Lin-Manuel Miranda

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nbcsnl

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Right Where He Belongs

Summary: Seeing his son chained to that podium and muzzled, on display like a feral animal, makes Masaru nauseous with horror and anger. 

Characters: Bakugou Masaru, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta (mentioned)

Tags: Masaru being a good father, UA Sports Festival aftermath, Aizawa having a talk with Katsuki off-page, brief appearance by Kirishima

Notes: Last weekend’s episode of BNHA got me all worked up about Bakugo being chained to that podium all over again. I saw some discourse going around Tumblr about how his parents might have reacted to it, and couldn’t get the idea of this out of my head.

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“Are they fucking kidding me?!”

Mitsuki is fury. She is a storm about to wreak its path of destruction. She is a mother bear prepared to gut any threat to her cub. She is a fire and the forest will burn to ashes.

And honestly, Masaru can’t blame her. Seeing his son chained to that podium and muzzled, on display like a feral animal, makes him nauseous with horror and anger.

“How the fuck could they do that to him?! That’s how they treat their first place winner?! That’s how they treat a 15-year-old boy?!”

Masaru shakes his head in disbelief. “I don’t know,” he says quietly. His eyes are still glued to the television screen as his son strains against the restraints. He looks insane. And the nation is watching.

Mitsuki is dialing a number into the phone and pressing it to her ear. “He’s a brat but he’s still a child! That’s our child, Masaru! They’re humiliating him on national television!”

Masaru feels stomach acid rising up into his throat and swallows it down. Katsuki’s muzzle has been removed and he’s yelling at All Might that his win means nothing.

“Yes, hello? This is Bakugo Mitsuki, the mother of the boy your faculty just chained up on live television. Put me on the phone with the Principal… Of course I know he’s busy watching the Sports Festival, and I don’t give a shit! He’s going to speak to me right fucking now and get my son out of those chains and off the television! … Fine, if you can’t locate him, then I am holding you personally responsible for getting my Katsuki off of that damned podium!”

Katsuki is not an easy child by any means, but this is too much. They’ve seen their own son filled with rage before and know that this was not the approach to dealing with it. There is no reining him in when he needs to explode, but allowing him some room to breathe and being patient can go a long way to containing the explosion. Mitsuki is not so good with the patience, but Masaru can wait out Katsuki’s (…and Mitsuki’s) temper with the patience of a monk.

On the screen, All Might has just forced the medal on Katsuki, whose rage has not cooled. He stands there visibly shaking even from a distance as All Might turns his speech to the rest of the students. Any one of them could be on this podium, he says, and Masaru’s stomach does another twist at the thought of how the speech – coming from his son’s idol – must be rubbing salt on the wound.

It may not entirely make sense to him, but Masaru at least understands that the trigger for his son’s anger was feeling that his opportunity to prove himself the indisputable victor had been undermined by that Todoroki kid’s holding back in their match.

There are few things that Katsuki cares about when it comes to how others perceive him, but acknowledgment that he is the best is one of them. Before UA – rather, before Midoriya Izuku also got accepted into UA – he never had to work for that acknowledgment. Since coming to UA, though, he had to recognize the strength of others and began to work harder to surpass them. It is good for Katsuki in many ways – both of his parents feel their son could use some humbling – but any perceived slight to his pride is much harder for him to take lately.

Masaru has on several occasions tried to broach the subject of therapy, but Mitsuki refuses to hear it. As much as she loves to criticize Katsuki and call him an ungrateful little shit, she doesn’t want to make him feel like something is actually wrong with him. He’s just a passionate boy, she says, and he’ll eventually have the cockiness beat out of him at that school. Still, Masaru sometimes worries that Katsuki is too much for the school or even Katsuki himself to handle.

The Principal or someone else with authority must have been retrieved because Mitsuki is yelling into the phone with renewed fervor. On the television, All Might has just flubbed his own catch phrase, and cement walls are suddenly springing up to surround the podium on all sides, apparently surprising the audience as the winners are blocked from view.

“You think I don’t know that?! He’s always been headstrong but he’s still a teenager and you should’ve just let him cool off in the damn classroom instead of forcing him to accept a medal he didn’t even want on live television! I better not find out from him that those restraints weren’t removed immediately.”

Masaru turns off the television and watches his wife’s ongoing tirade. She’s been pacing the kitchen for the past few minutes, hands gesturing wildly as she shouts. She threatens whomever the poor soul on the other end of the line is if the school ever humiliates their son again. Her threats aren’t idle, Masaru knows. She would kill for her son if it ever came to that. Protective is a side Katsuki rarely gets to see of his mother. They are too alike to do much other than fight with each other, but she loves him so fiercely. And damn it, does Masaru love that woman for it.

“You’d better fucking be sorry,” she’s growling into the phone. “But I don’t want a fucking apology, and my son sure as hell won’t want to hear it either. We are entrusting our kids and their futures to you assholes, so don’t fuck it up!”

She hangs up and throws the phone down on the counter. “Morons! Apologizing like the damage isn’t already done.” She collapses into the space beside him on the couch. “Why does Katsuki always have to be like this, Masaru? Why is he so much trouble?”

Masaru doesn’t answer. They both know how their son became such a prideful teenager. They also both know he inherited his passionate but volatile disposition from Mitsuki, and Masaru would never remind her of that fact.

“He’s going to be insufferable when he gets home.” She says it like it’s going to be an inconvenience for her but he can hear the tone of worry disguised in the criticism.

Masaru sets a placating hand on hers. “If he is, it’s only because he’s upset and embarrassed.”

“I know that. I know. But he can’t… he can’t just act like some rage-filled little shithead all the time! The whole world is looking at him right now like he’s a madman, and that fucking school just put it on display!” Angry tears appear at the corners of her eyes and she swipes them away with the back of her hand. “I have half a mind to withdraw him but Katsuki would never let us. Thank god that at least that Aizawa man seems to see our Katsuki for what he really is!”

Masaru nods and looks at the clock. “I’m going to go to pick him up from school.”

Mitsuki sighs and sinks further into the couch cushions. “Good idea. We don’t need to be paying fines for whatever public property he decides to blow up on his way home.”

“He’ll be alright, Mitsuki.”

The blonde crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him. “You don’t need to tell me that. He’s my son. Of course he’s going to fucking be okay.” She softens her gaze just a bit. “Don’t tell him you’re proud of him for winning or anything. You’ll only piss him off more.”

Masaru nods because he already knows. He’s the peacekeeper of the Bakugo family, after all. He knows the way those two work, and he has years of practice in placating their moods.

He stands up and smooths the wrinkles from his pants. “I’ll take him somewhere to blow off steam before we come home.”

Mitsuki grunts her agreement. “Make sure the little shit eats something. And don’t bring him home until he’s stopped acting like an animal.”

Masaru kisses the top of her head. “He’s going to be fine.”

He smiles into her hair when she scoffs, “I know.”

——————

Masaru arrives shortly before students come filtering out of the building. He leans on the outside of his car so that Katsuki can’t miss him from the mass outpouring of students. He sees several faces he now recognizes from the Sports Festival broadcast but no Katsuki. Midoriya Izuku is, though, and he nods recognition at Masaru, mumbling a rushed “Good afternoon, Bakugo-san,” before ducking his head and rushing off with the little anti-gravity girl who fought Katsuki.

Masaru continues to wait. Even as only a few students trickle out behind the initial rush, his son is not among them. Eventually, a lone head of red hair appears and Masaru is calling out to catch the boy before he’s disappeared.

“Kirishima-kun?”

The boy halts in his tracks and looks up with a surprised face. “Huh?”

“You’re Kirishima Eijiro, correct? You were on my son Katsuki’s team for the cavalry battle?”

Kirishima’s eyes grow wide and he lifts one hand to rub bashfully at the back of his head. “Oh! Yes, Bakugo-san. That’s me! Is there… something I can help you with?”

Masaru gestures towards the gates the boy has just stepped through. “Do you happen to know if Katsuki is still inside or have I missed him?”

The redhead frowns and nods. “Aizawa-sensei asked him to stay back a minute. I was going to wait but… well, I thought he might just be mad at me if I waited for him.”

Masaru smiles gently. “You’re probably right. So you’re a friend of Katsuki’s?”

“Well, I’d like to think so,” Kirishima said a bit uncertainly. “He’s really cool and strong! And we make a pretty good team when we work together! … Bakugo-san, is he going to be in trouble? Because he’s still pretty upset and – I’m so sorry, I’m overstepping! Please forgive me!” Kirishima bows his head.

Masaru chuckles. “Don’t worry, he isn’t in trouble. Thank you, Kirishima-kun. You should probably head on home. I’m sure your family is eager to see you after watching you in the Sports Festival. You were very impressive.”

Kirishima grins brightly. “Wow, you really think so? Thank you, Bakugo-san!”

Masaru waves the boy off and resumes watching the school entrance. After a few more minutes, Katsuki finally makes his appearance, bag flung over his slouched shoulder, one hand shoved deep in the pocket of the low-hanging pants Mitsuki loves to scold him for… and dangling at his side where his other fist is clenched around the ribbon.

Katsuki is too busy scowling at the ground to take notice of him from that distance, and Masaru is able to see that his body is still shaking in anger before the boy even sees him.

Katsuki only shows mild surprise when he finally makes eye contact with his father and hardens his glare.

Masaru knows better than to ask if he’s alright or to prompt any sort of conversation about the events of the day, so he gestures to the passenger side door and walks around to get back into the car. “Let’s go.”

Katsuki stands still for a moment before grunting and acquiescing to his father’s request. He throws his bag into the back and crosses his arms over his chest once he’s buckled in.

“Change of clothes and your hiking boots are in the back,” Masaru tells him as he pulls away from the curb and heads for the park trails near their home.

Throughout the drive, Katsuki glares down at the medal and Masaru lets him sulk. When they arrive at their destination, he strips down to the sleeveless undershirt beneath his school clothes and changes into the pants and shoes Masaru brought. He stubbornly maintains his hold on the medal the entire time.

They hike in silence, choosing a path with tougher terrain until they get to the end of the trail at the top of a low peak.

Masaru hangs back as Katsuki steps over to the ledge and stares downward. The boy’s shoulders are still quaking – he hasn’t stopped since Masaru picked him up – when he finally lets out a furious roar. Small explosions like tiny fireworks go off in his hands, singeing the medal held in one fist. The cry is long and loud and ends in a choked off sob. Katsuki rubs at his eyes with the back of his arm.

“Fuck!” he yells. He whirls around launchs a blast at a small tree a few feet away from him, easily felling it and toppling it over the side of the peak. “Fuck!”

Katsuki plops himself down on the ground, arms folded on the tops of his knees and face buried in them. He breathes heavily for a while until he’s calmed a bit

Masaru sits several feet away. “You want to talk about what happened today?”

“Everyone at that school is a bunch of assholes,” Katsuki spits. “What is there to talk about?”

“The award ceremony?”

Katsuki looks like he might go flying into another rage when he looks up, but he remains seated and Masaru takes that as indication that he should press on.

“No one would blame you if you wanted to take some time to figure out if you still want to attend. There are plenty of other hero programs that would be lucky to have you–”

“What?! No! Fuck that! I’m going to keep going to UA and I’m going to prove that I’m superior to Deku and that half-and-half bastard and all the rest of those damn extras better than this shitty medal can! I’m going to be number one!”

“Okay,” Masaru says carefully. “But you should probably keep your temper in check better next Sports Festival, yeah?”

Katsuki growls. “Yeah, I fucking know. Aizawa-sensei already gave me the damn lecture about ‘not making an idiot of myself’ next time.”

Masaru nods. “Good. That’s your homeroom teacher, right? Seems like a smart guy.”

“He’s a straight shooter,” Katsuki grunts his reluctant approval.

“What else did he say about the festival?”

Katsuki is glaring at the medal again, his fingertips almost white where they are clenched tightly around it. He’s silent for a while and Masaru begins to think he’s not going to respond. Eventually, he tosses the thing onto the ground in front of him and nudges at it with the toe of his boot. “He said I deserve first place because Todoroki was being too much of a little bitch to fight at full strength.”

“In those words exactly?” Masaru laughs.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “In a real fight, holding back like that could get a hero fucking killed. Sensei said that today I was the stronger competitor for having the determination to win.”

“Do you agree with him?”

“Fuck that. Icy Hot made a fucking fool of me.” He doesn’t sound nearly as angry as before, though. He’s tired. And maybe just a bit appeased by his teacher’s words. “I’ll make him fight me for real next time. And I’ll still win.”

“Then we’ll just have to look forward to next year.” Masaru pushes himself up to stand and wipes his hands on the front of his pants. He holds out a hand to help his son up. “You know we’re proud of you, right?”

Mitsuki won’t admit to it – has refused to admit to the secret massive amount of pride she has for her son since he was young and became spoiled rotten by the praise from everyone around him – but Masaru knows she feels the same way. The drive and fighting spirit that no one can crush are the best traits that Katsuki inherited from his mother.

“Tch.” Katsuki doesn’t meet his eyes as he stands without his help. “Let’s get home before the hag decides to make our lives hell.”

Masaru reaches down and retrieves the medal. “Are we leaving this behind?”

Katsuki eyes it with disinterest and shrugs. “Take it. It’s a reminder of what I’m going to achieve next time. A ‘scar,’ or whatever shit All Might was saying. Even if I don’t want it.”

They make the trek back to the car in comfortable silence. Katsuki actually falls asleep only a few minutes into the ride home. A faint scowl is still present on his face.

Masaru smiles to himself. Today was a Bad Day, but he is certain that, overall, UA really is good for his son. The experience is the humbling one Katsuki needed after years of being the big fish in a little pond. He has made at least one real friend, from the look of things. And he has the guidance of teachers who understand him, tell him what he needs to hear, and have earned his respect as a result.

Katsuki is right where he belongs.

Young!James Potter x Reader: Here

AN: I don’t know how satisfied I am with this, but I still think it’s good writing, so I hope you enjoy! Critique is always welcomed in my inbox.

Warning(s): Suggestive themes, profanity

Requested by: Anonymous

“Moony will never see it coming.” Sirius hissed, his smile daunting like a newly carved jack-o-lantern.

“The tosser deserves it.” James agreed. “Caterpillars in our sock drawer was a low blow. I just want to know what goes through his head the moment he tries to take a step on the moving staircase slicked with grease.”

“I just want to know where he got all those caterpillars.” Sirius mumbled, thoughtlessly.

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[IG] 170412 winnercity: [Wild eyes] Deputy Lee putting on wild eyes🕶  at the outdoor filming location #Later he sobbed The unexpected cold and sandy winds of LA exhausted everyone every day that we collapsed into our bed every night but because ICs are loving everything so much, we feel like we’re receiving gifts even after struggling so we feel like flying!😘  #Wild Eyes #Seunghoon Lee #Hoonie/Hoony #Bike Guy #I was the one who pushed you away #Oh baby, I was fooool #He really broke the helmet we prepared as a prop #Passionate acting #Emptying TEAM WINNER’s filter camera #If we are with ICs, every day is spring🌸 

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Wanna Bet? (Jared x Reader)

“Hello!! I have another request!! Could this be a Jared x reader agian but like, since Will Roland has confirmed that Jared is Jewish, what if the reader and Jared are forced to hang out during their freshmen year bc they’re family friends and they both hate one another, flash forward ahead and the two are dating by senior year and it’s just fluff. Sweet sugar fluff❤“

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BHDEHCQHBCCWHJB I AM A MESS also lmao can you tell im bad at naming things (im not sure if this is what you wanted but i got carried away)

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WC: 1,855

Warnings: cussing but you should expect that from me at this point, sweet fluff, also at the beginning reader highkey hates jared sorry, tried to keep it gender neutral but if i slipped up somewhere send me an ask!


Out of all the things you could be doing right now, you were doing the one thing you didn’t want to do. Let’s be honest here, you’re only doing this in the first place because your mom wants you to and there will be food.

What are you even doing that’s so horrendous, you might ask? Well, the answer to that is simple: You’re being forced to go to Jared Kleinman’s house.

This wouldn’t be a problem if Jared Kleinman wasn’t a massive dick. You couldn’t specifically pinpoint what it was about him that you hated. Honestly, it kind of seemed like you hated everything about him. It was always obvious that you and Jared could never cooperate. You truly didn’t understand why your parents would always try to get both of you to be friends. Just because his parents and your parents were friends didn’t mean you had to be friends, right?

So there you were, sitting with your arms crossed in your mother’s car. She had forced you to wear dressy clothes, which you were certainly not happy about. You played on your phone the whole time until you felt the car stop. You looked up to find yourself in the Kleinman’s driveway. You let out a groan but quickly stifled it as you met your mother’s stern gaze.

“(Y/N), you will be polite and respectful. I know you and Jared don’t get along, but I’m sure if you made an effort, you would find that you could be great friends!”

You scoffed. As if that were ever going to happen. You would never be friends with someone like him ever.

You dragged your feet behind your mother as she walked to the front door. Please don’t have Jared open the door, please don’t have Jared open the door, please… You thought tiredly.

You could barely stifle a groan when, against your wishes, Jared was the one who opened the front door. He had a smirk plastered on his face and it took all of your self-control not to punch him. Something about him just irked you, and you didn’t know what it was.

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