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anonymous asked:

I know we're not supposed to be sending questions about your AUs right now, but hopefully this is a quick one to answer: in the Halloween AU, what is Steve's diner named? 🎃

This precious little bean had originally named his diner “Sarah’s” because of his ma but he’s open to suggestions because he’s not certain his mother would be proud of him. Not because he wanted to feed hungry supernatural creatures, mind–she’d be pissed that he was still getting into fights, only this time with the supernatural creatures. God damn it Steve would it kill you to calm down for once in your life.

Nesting Headcanons

-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off

-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own

-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet

-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests

-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it

-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together

-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it

-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests

-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though

-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible

-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets

anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 


WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.


“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 


Four Sentence Prompts: 

Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )

anonymous asked:

What would make us all very happy (me especially) is if you expended the lil ficlet you made where draco steals Harry's sweater, because its adorable and perfect and everything I need in my life and I'm dying for more

Ok~ (edit: I wrote this thinking anon meant the hoodie stealing fic but they also might have meant the holiday jumper stealing fic. Hopefully, I picked the right one or at least made them happy?)


Stealing Sweaters (Part 2)

“Potter. Potter. Potter!”

Harry looked up from his plate across the table at Draco with a frown, “What? I’m right here, you don’t have to shout, you twat.”

“Then answer the first time,” Draco sniffed.

Harry rolled his eyes, “What do you want?”

“Do you want my potatoes?” He pushed his plate halfway across the table.

Harry frowned at them, “What’s wrong with them?”

“There’s nothing wrong with them. You ate some of them, you daft wanker.”

Harry made a face at him, “What’s wrong with yours then?”

“Merlin save me,” Draco muttered, briefly pressing his fingers to his forehead. “I just don’t want them.”

“Don’t you like the roasted potatoes?” Harry asked.

“No.” Draco said flatly, “Now do you want them or not.”

Ron leant over and pointed at Draco with his fork, “Liar. I’ve seen you eating them.”

“On occasion,” Draco said stiffly.

“They’re one of your favourites,” Ron went on mercilessly.

Draco glared at him, “Well today they’re not.”

“They’re Harry’s favourites too,” Ron said.

“So?” Draco said.

“They’re the first dish to run out,” Ron said with mounting frustration, “You could just be honest and say you got them for him.”

Draco gave him a cold look and then turned away like Ron had ceased to exist. He picked up his plate and dumped the potatoes onto Harry’s plate and then stood up. “It’s not my fault you’re too scrawny,” he said and marched off.

“Hey! I am not!” Harry yelled after, standing as well. He went to follow and hesitated, glancing at his plate and quickly shovelling down the potatoes before running after him.

Ron slowly dropped his forehead onto the table with a thump, “They’re going to be the death of me… If I don’t strangle them with my bare hands first.”

Hermione patted his back sympathetically, “Well, you tried.”


Part 1 ~ Part 2 (you are here) ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7  ~ Part 8

Well This Is Awkward Part 1 (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Requests:

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests together and change it a tiny bit! Just want to thank the anons for the kindness and the requests! Hope this is what the both of you were looking for (or better)! Enjoy! P.S… this is my second attempt writing this so hopefully it’s good lol Part two will be written and posted upon request.

Summary: Being the child of an Avenger isn’t as cool as everyone thinks.

Word Count: 2,647

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: Slight anxiety attack. Teen angst. Civil War spoilers? I tiny bit?

Originally posted by system-on-fire

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Let Me Practice On You C.H

Originally posted by xthisistala

warning: smut

word count: 1000+

summary: Calum has never eaten out a girl before so he asks his best friend y/n if he can practice on her

requested?: yes, hope you like it anon! 

it’s official, I suck as a human being. I haven’t uploaded anything for a kazillion years and I’m very sorry but my inspiration and motivation has been lost momentarily. Luckily Hannah is amazing and wrote this very good Calum smut so hopefully this’ll satisfy your smut needs for now. 

find Hannah here: @lukeasfuck

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“Hey, Y/N, how does a guy eat a girl out?” Calum asked me, making me drop my jaw. “What?” I questioned back with my eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “This girl I’m texting told me she wanted me to do that to her, but I don’t really know how it works.” My eyes widened at his confession. Even though Calum and I are friends, we don’t really talk about sex or anything of the sorts. 

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts some elucien angst would be nice. Could you please do 43 elucien, love your fics!

Hellooooo dear nonnie. So according to my notes, you sent me this prompt on February 23rd. Hope you didn’t mind the wait! :D

Prompt: I can’t be in love with you

Summary: Elain goes to talk to Lucien about their recently-discovered mating bond and finds him less receptive than she anticipated.

AO3 linkage - (This goes to a fic where all these small prompt requests are posted, btw - and I’m not taking more right now. This is just really old.)

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A knock comes at his door, and Lucien closes his eye momentarily. Setting his pen down on his desk he leans back, his jaw clenching slightly. He knows who is on the other side of the wood paneling. He knows what she wants. And he knows he can’t give it to her.

Lucien is only here at the Night Court temporarily. He is still assembling his own court and acts as his own emissary, not yet trusting anyone else to carry out even the simplest of tasks. He was thrust into this position of High Lord, and while Rhys has been more than welcoming and patient, he has discovered that being High Lord does not automatically command respect.

Nor does it automatically sort out his personal life, as it were.

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anonymous asked:

what's wrong with the split attraction model? i've found it sort of useful for defining my orientation (panromantic gray-asexual), but maybe i'm not thinking about it critically enough. i'm not trying to be hostile or confrontational, btw (hopefully i was already getting yhat across but i am very bad at judging tone in both online and irl conversation)

okay so i typed out this whole long, introspective response and accidentally refreshed the page and i lost everything i wanted to say. so i’m super annoyed at myself right now - of course not at you anon, you don’t sound confrontational at all and i really wanted to answer this question properly and i’m sorry you have to settle for this mess of a response because i’m so irritated with myself. so here’s an much more poorly written version of what i wanted to say about the split attraction model:

  • born out of a misunderstanding of sexuality; the myth that the -sexual suffix in bisexual, heterosexual, etc. refers to sexual attraction and/or the act of sex when it refers to the gender(s) that one is attracted to.
  • along with this, sexualizes lgbp identities by insisting that our sexualities are inherently sexual because of the -sexual suffix.
  • encourages people to identify as things like “bihet” and “heteroromantic lesbian”, and to use h*m*sexual/h*m*romantic freely without realizing that these terms have been used to medicalized and pathologize (is that a word?) gay people’s attraction.
  • through dicing up attraction, encourages internalized homophobia/biphobia (e.g. someone who calls themselves “heterosexual h*m*romantic” might really be bisexual); the split attraction model gives people the tools to construct an orientation around internalized homophobia/biphobia rather than confront it (x).
  • encourages people who are not lgbt to freely call themselves q*eer just because they believe they are not “normal” when they label themselves as lithsexual, placiosexual, or something along those lines.
  • seeks to contain attraction when in reality attraction is incredibly complex and it is oftentimes not helpful to try to categorize each and every aspect of it; fails to recognize attraction is different for everyone and attempting to micromanage sexuality (and gender) is incredibly counterproductive and confusing for young lgbt people.
  • seeks to categorize what is the “normal” amount of sexual/romantic attraction when there really is no way for that to be quantified.
  • similarly, implants a false allo-ace dichotomy that is in no way indicative of oppression in society.
  • allows cis straight people to not only deny their cishet privilege, but encourages them to call themselves q*eer due to the conjured idea that not feeling a specific type of attraction makes one oppressed.
  • similarly, leads people to believe that the general public not having knowledge about their very precise “sexuality” is oppression.

that is all i can think to say about this issue at the moment. i know this is actually really incoherent and i’m sorry about that. i hope this isn’t too obnoxious or difficult to read, and if it is you can always send me another message and i will try to do better (because i’m still metaphorically punching myself in the face).

anonymous asked:

Hi. i was wondering if you could give me some tips on commenting on writers fics? I've seen lots of posts saying that writers really like feedback and i want to leave good comments for them. but im kind of shy a lot and don't know how to review well.

Hello, anon! Thank you for asking me. However, I must admit that I myself am not good at reviewing fics, but I hopefully can give some advice on what I find authors typically look for.

  • Freak out. Authors genuinely don’t care if your comment is, “HJHGFBFFGF OH MY GOD DJGHJGGFJGHFXFG HOLY CRABCAKES FHFJHJGHHJS THAT WAS AMAZING FHHGFHGFXHGF.” So long as you are encouraging them and letting them know you enjoyed their fic, they will 100% be very happy. 
  • Let them know how their work made you feel. Did it make you smile? You laugh? Cry? Did it leave you feeling unsettled? Was it scary? Authors love to hear about the emotional impact it had on you. 
  • Quote a line or two that you loved. “I loved X, because X. It made me feel X.” or something along those lines. Even just quoting a line and then keysmashing lets an author know that it stood out to you and you especially enjoyed that part. 
  • Tell them you look forward to seeing more from them! If they’ve wrote something for a fandom you enjoy and you say something like this, they are more likely to provide more work for the fandom. 
  • Now, for a little more controversial: offer tips for improvements. Now, take this into account: not all fan authors want critique. If they don’t, just don’t provide it. A lot of fan authors just write for fun and aren’t really looking for serious critique. However, if an author would like critique and/or ways to improve, providing it proves very beneficial to them. Just make sure you know first. 

Rule of thumb: Just always be gracious and kind, giving advice, praise, and even critique with care and understanding. Do not flame. Do not be rude. Do not demand updates. Often times, being nice to an author and supporting them makes them motivated to put out more of their pieces for you to enjoy. If you really think about it, your comments = happy author. Happy author = more than likely more fan content for you to consume and enjoy. 

Anyway, I hope this was helpful. These are things I usually keep in mind when commenting on author’s fics. Thanks again for the question, anon! 

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Anon Blurb Request

It’s been a busy week and then I went home to surprise my family so I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive! I’m still working on the next part to my main story - I’m a little stuck on where I want the rest of it to go, but hopefully it’ll be finished by next weekend!

Anyway, here’s a little angsty blurb for the lovely, creative anon who requested it!


“welp! since I saw that other anon sent her/his very own line, what about “I didn’t know you were so embarrassed of me” thanks!“

The car ride was deathly silent. She wished she could be anywhere but here, but in an unfamiliar city with no one but her boyfriend and his team around, she didn’t really have a choice. She had her neck turned so far away from him that it was starting to cramp. She couldn’t let him know that she was on the verge of tears. She felt his fingers nudge her leg slightly.

“You’re quiet,” Harry observed

She hummed in response, trying not to let the tears leak out of her eyes. She could still hear his venomous tone and hurtful words rattle in her head as they sped past the city lights of Los Angeles. They were on their way home from an extremely fancy dinner hosted by his record label. After a few glasses of wine to ease her awkwardness, she had gotten a little giggly and silly joking around with some of the other guests. Harry, who had been on edge all day with nerves, didn’t find her nearly as amusing as everyone else. She closed her eyes as she remembered how he had grabbed her elbow and spat harsh words in her ear

“Could you just get your shit together?”

He had released her elbow and immediately turned back to the guest on his other side. Harry had missed how she immediately sobered, smile sliding from her face. She had remained quiet for the rest of the night, relying on nods and demure smiles, fearing that if she opened her mouth she’d start sobbing.

The car slowing to a stop snapped her back to the present. She quietly thanked the driver before sliding out her side and walking up the driveway. Her steps were halted by her boyfriend’s hand circling her wrist.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, no trace of the arrogant asshole he had been a few hours earlier

“I don’t want to talk about it, Harry,” she said shaking off his hand, “I just want to shower and sleep.”

He wasn’t letting her get away that easily. With a few long strides, he was standing in front of her, gripping her hips.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier,” he began, “I was a right dick. I was just nervous and it’s no excuse. It was just a lot of important people there and I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted them to think highly of me.”

She looked at him, heart falling into smaller pieces at his words. “I didn’t know you were so embarrassed of me.”

His eyes widened and his grip tightened as she again moved to go in the house, “No, no, no. Baby, that’s not what I meant.”

She grasped his wrists in her hands, firmly pulling them from her body. “Like I said, Harry. I didn’t want to talk about it. You’ve said enough. I’m going to shower and sleep.”

Harry watched dumbfounded as she strode quickly into the house. He could hear her muffled cries echoing off the walls of his mansion and he cursed his stupid mouth.

Four’s a Crowd (Park Jinyoung-Mark Tuan-Lim Jaebum Imagine)

A/N: Hey! So I want to make a quick apology to the anon who requested this. I’ve been extremely sick and because of it, I had no access to my phone or laptop but am now home and tried to get this done as fast as possible so it’s kinda messy which I’m sorry for. But hopefully you enjoy this. If it’s not what you wanted, I’ll rewrite it and try to not be days late xX



Anon asked: Hey can I have a smutty situation with Mark, Jinyoung and JB with overstimulation? You have tears in your eyes but they still keep going?

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anonymous asked:

Hi do u know any melodramatic draco drarry fics

hello, i don’t remember saying i take fic rec request bc i’m honestly so bad at remembering things i’ve read, chris @somnumdraconi​ can vouch for this. (we’re both are the worse lol)

but melodramatic draco is sooo chris so i gotta rec a few that come to my mind lol ly chris. idk if these are melodramatic enough but yeah,

IDK My BFF Hermione? by Lettered (71k)
Draco’s a hot mess. Harry’s lovin’ it (hell yes). 

The Page Eleven Wars by Fireflavored (8k)
In a gossip-hungry post-war Wizarding World, Rita Skeeter has a wildly successful column in the Daily Prophet known as Page Eleven. Naturally, her favourite targets are the poster boys of the two sides of the war: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Bored and annoyed, the two take up tabloid baiting for sport and pleasure. 

Obliviation by Cheryl Dyson (27k)
When Harry decides to quit Auror Training in order to care for young Teddy over the summer, he has quite enough to worry about without Pansy Parkinson dumping a mute Draco Malfoy on his doorstep 

Drawing Down The Moon by Scoradh (20k)
After breaking up with Blaise, a drunken Draco begs Harry Potter for help in winning him back. In a fit of misguided philanthropy (plus one or two ulterior motives) Harry agrees. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, at least one person falls in love. 

The Critiquer by Dysonrules (24k)
When Harry submits his cock photo to a renowned Cock Critiquer and gets a terrible review, he decides to take a photography class to hopefully improve his skills. 

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French (28k)
Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm the sick anon from a few days ago - I recovered! If it's possible to ask for another request (ignore if not), how about the RFA + Saeran + Vanderwood (why not?) go bowling? What kind of crazy shenanigans would happen? (I'm also really happy to see your blog growing - hopefully it gets even bigger!)

good to hear from you again, anon, and I’m glad you’re doing better! now, about your request, well… I had a solid idea of what I wanted to do but it got lost and I don’t know what happened lol. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

ohhh~ thanks for the encouraging words by the way! it’s gotten big enough to make us question our entire existence just like zen in this request like rlly guys are you lost? but we love you anyways mwah~

- Admin Cat Mom.

mmkay before we start we’re gonna put these goofballs in teams because that’s gonna make things ten times more interesting:

  • Team Alpha Super Awesome Cool Honey Buddha Squadron: Yoosung, Seven, Saeran, Vanderwood.
  • Team ‘we’re not naming the team as your fur ball, Jumin’: Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, V.

I think you can pretty much guess who named each team.

Yoosung

  • probably something like this.
  • puppy tried his best leave him alone.
  • wants to die, he’s a college student how is he supposed to pay for that?
  • swears he’s good!! he just… needs a bit of warm up, that’s all.
  • the one (1) time he strikes he does a silly victory dance and starts jumping in excitement.
  • one of his shoes ends up who knows where.
  • most likely hitting someone in the face.
  • what in the world… did you do with your legs, boy? what were you trying to reach? the sun? 
  • throwing yourself into the sun sounds like the perfect solution for the disasters you’re causing, though, we can’t blame you.
  • but please tie your laces properly next time.

Seven

  • IS HERE TO WIN.
  • and boy does he deliver.
  • does the weirdest poses while somehow managing to get high scores.
  • is all over yoosung the entire time, hugs and screams and ridiculous “secret” handshakes to celebrate even when their balls land in the gutter.
  • and actually poor thing tried to hug everyone on his team but saeran gave him the cold shoulder and vanderwood took out their taser.
  • gets bored after a while and starts messing with everyone.
  • hacks the system, now the scoring screens are filled with cats.
  • zen is now sneezing and yelling and questioning his existence.

Saeran

  • bonds with vanderwood and makes fun of everyone.
  • “what do you mean you can’t smoke in here?”
  • is annoyed, even the act of lifting the ball is bothersome to him.
  • maybe he doesn’t feel like playing this dumb game stop staring at him for fuck’s sake.
  • “the hell are you looking at?”
  • death stares, lots of death stares.
  • is actually embarrassed of his poor bowling skills.
  • “there are just too many people here can we please go home now”
  • he only agreed to go because seven promised him ice cream.
  • and instead of ice cream he has a vanderwood and ugly shoes.

Vanderwood

  • wonders why they’re there in the first place.
  • knows like half of these people.
  • turns out most of them are fucking hilarious.
  • narcissist rat man won’t stop whining and sneezing lmao why is no one immortalizing this moment on a camera.
  • no worries fam seven’s got you covered.
  • scary lady aka jaehee seems like quite the contestant, the only one worthy of their time for that matter.
  • and the place is literally crumbling down thanks to crybaby #2.
  • anyways, when it comes to the actual bowling part, they look like a majestic fairy??
  • their hair looks fantastic and shiny, they’ve taken off their signature jacket, their posture is excellent and to sum it up vanderwood is a blessing to this world.

Zen

  • WHINES.
  • he’s supposed to be doing this with his girlfriend.
  • and why does he have to be in the same team as mr. trust fund kid.
  • ~more whining~
  • sort of good at bowling, knows what he’s doing.
  • girls around them start staring and whispering because of cOURSE he’s bragging and showing off his muscles, of course.
  • takes pleasure in making fun of jumin at first until he makes it his goal to surpass his scores because there’s no way in hell he can be this good?
  • again, honey, you’re on the same team.
  • before we know it, they start bickering over nonsense.
  • is having the worst of times.
  • GIVE. THIS MAN. A BREAK.

Jumin

  • oh my oh my what is this commoners’ leisure activity he’s never played before and is now deeply interested in.
  • gets himself his own pair of bowling shoes, and a ball which has a kitten printed in it… yeah, that’s elizabeth the 3rd.
  • he also read books and did research beforehand like did you think this man would attend such a physically demanding event without careful and well thought out preparation? please.
  • does the granny style at some point.
  • the kind of guy to bowl a strike while looking completely clueless.
  • but when he gets the hang of it, he gets so cocky.
  • his winning smirk is priceless.
  • tries to teach zen his ways despite being mocked because he’s got a forgiving and generous soul.

Jaehee

  • feels awkward at first because she doesn’t want to be there?? with her boss?? may god have mercy on her soul.
  • her ball falls in the gutter a few times, she’s so awkward and people are staring oh god it’s kind of a her-first-RFA-party situation all over again.
  • after warming up a little and getting used to it, though… oh boy.
  • she’s enjoying this.
  • aces every shot.
  • everyone’s scared.
  • no one can defeat her, unbeatable, she’s queen.
  • stress? what is stress? stress is for the weak, stress has finally left her sacred body and she’s finally reached that mental peace she’s yearned for years.
  • is so into it she almost calls jumin a sucker.
  • honey, you’re on the same team.

V

  • is not very good at it.
  • doesn’t even care.
  • to be honest he’s just there to have a good laugh.
  • puts the minimal effort when it’s his turn, prefers sitting in the back to enjoy the show because everyone is so goddamn Extra, all he’s missing is some popcorn.
  • part of him is happy to see them bonding and having fun though.
  • cheers for ALL of them like a proud dad no matter their final result.
  • gets yelled at because hE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO CHEER FOR THE OPPOSITE TEAM.
  • “goddamn it, v” that was yoosung.
  • laughs and shakes his head because he’s grown so accustomed to his people and their usual bullshit, after all that’s why he loves them all.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Im a huge fan of your work and your writing in incredible! I think it would be a funny fic to have bughead having a heavy smutty makeout and with all the hormones jug gets a little, "excited" if you know what I mean, so when the group barges in and betty gets off his lap they (arch, v etc) see his hard on and make fun of him - i just think that it would be really funny to see the whole group not taking the relationship too seriously and having a good laugh :) thanks !

Here you go! I’ve gotten a few messages wanting me to write various versions of this particular request, so hopefully this will satisfy those anons as well. It also is a continuation (although not really) of the “Jughead shirtless at a construction site” fic lol. You can read that one here.

A/N: Things get a little steamy, but nothing tooooo sinful happens so I’ll say it’s smutty-ish?? lol ;)

**This got kind of long, so I had to add a “keep reading” cut, so if you’re reading on mobile the story unfortunately gets cut off. Sorry about that!**

Betty set her French book on the thin blanket she had spread out on her front lawn, glancing up at the threatening clouds rolling in across the horizon as she heard the booming clap of thunder in the distance.

“No!” Betty shrieked, already reaching for the notebooks and textbooks surrounding her as the first few raindrops began to fall onto her forehead. “Crap, crap, crap!”

Before she could react, the skies opened up and the rain started pounding violently atop everything around her, completely drenching her books and soaking her clothes.

“Seriously, we were in a drought a week ago and you choose this moment to open the flood gates?” Betty cursed mother nature for her dreadful timing, her wet hair whipping around to smack her in the face as she frantically grasped for the flyaway papers rolling across the lawn.

“Bets!”

Betty spun around to find Jughead leaning against Archie Andrews’ front porch, watching amusedly as Betty flew across the grass, the rain coming down even harder the quicker she collected her belongings.

“What do you say? Be the Debbie Reynolds to my Gene Kelly?” Jughead raised a playful eyebrow, referencing one of her favorite movies, Singin’ in the Rain.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Betty shot back, squinting through the rain to glare helplessly in his direction. “Now, are you going to help me or are you going to let an entire week’s worth of homework get ruined by this monsoon?”

“Alright, but you owe me,” Jughead sighed, pulling his jacket tightly around his body as he stepped out into the rain. “I actually conditioned my hair this morning and it’s gonna be ruined by my valiant act of heroism.”

“Just get over here,” Betty yelled, not having the energy to point out that he was wearing the same beanie that he always wore over his conditioned hair, making his point completely moot.

Jughead jogged over to the Coopers’ yard, already scooping up papers and books as he made his way to Betty.

“Last chance to bust out in song and dance,” Jughead pointed out once he had picked up the last piece of homework from the front step of Betty’s house.

“Juggie!”

“Suit yourself,” Jughead shrugged. “But I can totally rock a mean shuffle-ball-change so I would say you were really missing out on-”

“Inside, Juggie, go!” Betty pushed Jughead forward as he fumbled to open the door, nearly knocking him to the ground as they stumbled over the threshold.

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Young God

Lucifer x Reader

A/n: I didn’t add the him questioning part in but it’s still (hopefully) what you wanted!

Warnings: like barley any blood, light Luce torture (for now), is the reader being sassy a warning? Language as always. Nothing bad.

Requested by Anon: Can I have an imagine where lucifer kidnaps the reader hoping to get information from her and kill her, but as he questions her he realizes he likes her a lot even when she’s covered in blood?

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He was so dead. It was all you could think about. Sooner or later the Winchester’s, also known as some of your closet friends, would have to come save the day. If they even realized you’d been kidnaped by the damn Devil. Why might you be kidnapped by the hotshot of Hell? Maybe because he’s got issues and thinks torturing you for information is the way to go. Logical right?

You were in some cracked out abandoned house. Same story, different kidnapping. This wasn’t your first rodeo either. The two asshat demons that had taken you from your totally peaceful and mundane dinner were standing by, guarding you before the man himself walked in.

His very presence dropped the temperature a good ten degrees at most. Instantly creating a visible path of goosebumps trailing along your exposed arms.

“What part of grab and go don’t you understand?” His decaying facial features were obviously not impressed with the wound on your head.

“Did you really think I would just go quietly?” You have no time for the black eyed bastards to answer him.

With a wave of his hand they were gone. Leaving you alone with the surprisingly cute Devil.

“What a peculiar thing you are…” with his right index finger, he trailed lightly along the lining of his lips as he pouted them slightly outward. “No wonder the wonder boys are so interested in you.”

Your eyes merely rolled at him, which you kind of sort of regretted. He was well, him.

“If you think you’re getting any information on where Joshua’s Horn is, you’re barking up the wrong vessel pal.” The words practically spat from your mouth.

A pleased yet amused smile was on his lips. “Right down to business then.”

“Why waste time making conversation when you just plan to dig into my mind anyways?” Where was all this courage coming from? Wherever it was, you liked it. The feeling it gave you.

Out of no where, a sharp vibrating noise began ringing throughout your ear drums. The sound only grew louder with each time you attempted to resist it from entering.

“Oops. You’ve got a little…” his hand motioned toward your nose which was obviously bleeding from the pain. “You know, we can just stop the fun where it’s starting if you spill the beans for me.”

Did he really expect you to give in so easily? “We’re just getting started. Besides, if a bad headache and a nose bleed is all you’ve got, I’ll be fine.” Leaning to the right with your head, you wiped away the blood on your old shirt. “I’ve had demons do a better job ‘torturing’ me than your doing.”

His facial expression dropped in a deadly serious way. “Are you comparing me to a demon? Of all the little rats that scurry the earth, that’s your go to?” Lifting his foot he took a step in your direction. Making your heart beat a little faster.

“I mean- if the shoe fits. Then lace that bitch up and wear it Cinderella.” Your mouth had no filter. Oh how you wished it did in this moment.

The powerful man before you just kept advancing in your direction. Until he was a hairs length away from you. The breathing filling your lungs was off and irregular. He noticed this instantly.

“Something wrong? Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous.” Both of his hands were resting on his bent knees.

Leaning forward until your noses were practically touching you spoke in an almost whisper.

“I’m not afraid of a pouting child with daddy issues.” The entire time your eyes remained at a deadlock with his.

Suddenly his back was turned to you, the restraints you had which were holding you to the chair were gone.

“You know kid,” there was a certain kind of pep in his talk. “I might just keep you around.”

In your mind you knew you should be scared. Terrified really. But for some reason- some God awful unknown reason, you loved the rush. The thrill of being around him. Thriving off of the powerful vibe he gave off made you feel alive.

“Better hope you can keep up with me, hot shot.”

Do you want to build a snowman? ~Carlos imagine

A/N:I’m so sorry guys, that I didn’t upload anything for a long time, but school is really hard for me now. Although I just started a school year a month ago they already are preparing us to final exams, because it’s my last year of junior high school. I really hope you would like it, send me your feedback! I try to write some ships this weekend, and hopefully, another chapter of ‘I’m wishing’ series! ^^

Request by anon: Hey there new blogger! I like what you write, but could you maybe write something for Carlos? Idk, a daughter of Anna, which means she’s a princess, but since she is also daughter of Kristoff, she knows what it’s like to have to work hard for what you want, unlike most of the others princesses. And then, when Carlos meets her he thinks she’s a brat, but later he stops hating her and love happens. If you can do it, thnx! If you don’t wanna, thank you as well! 😘😘😘  


Originally posted by bahtwoman

Shortly after Carlos arrived in Auradon with his friends, all the children from the royal families irritated him. They were always smiling, they wanted to talk about senseless things and stubbornly tried to make friends with them. All the girls dressed in pink dresses made him sick.

As time passed, when he realized that these people only wanted to help and didn’t have bad intentions, all of this stopped disturbing him. He understood that they were raised differently than he and that he wanted to be good. So when they gave up their plan of giving the wand to their parents, and Mal’s mother didn’t threaten the kingdom anymore, Carlos was almost friends with everyone. Except one person.

Among all the people who once irritated him, he still couldn’t stand one person. Princess [Y/N]. Worst, most smiling and most joyful of all the girls Carlos has had the pleasure to meet so far. There wasn’t a single day for this girl to stop smiling. And she never give up. She set herself the main goal of making friends with the children of the island, even if not all of them wanted to.

Carlos had no idea why the girl was so attached to his pack. Her family was known throughout the kingdom and the girl was proud of it. Her mother-princess Anna, red-haired heroine. Father, Prince Kristoff, who if he hadn’t married a princess, he wouldn’t have got that title and would continue to sell ice. And finally the most famous of the three, Queen Elsa. A solid but warm woman with the magical power that everyone were jealous of.

Carlos did everything he could to avoid the princess and it was getting easier when autumn came. On the outside was getting colder so he could stay with Jay in his room without any excuses. Sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap, he tried to focus on his homework until someone knocked on the door and didn’t wait for an answer, went inside.

“Hi guys!” You greeted boys cheerfully, holding hands in pockets of your waistcoat. Carlos looked at you and rolled his eyes. You ignored his gesture and nervously walked up to the boys, knocking the heels of your boots with joy. “Ben and Chad are on the field and they decided to do extra training - I thought you might like to join us?”

Jay already wanted to answet when Carlos closed his laptop loudly. He quickly licked his lips and looked at your hair, braided in two braids. He laughed ironically, thinking about how much you wanted to be like your mother. “I’m surprised you can think of anything at all, but do it more often, because sometimes it’s good to wait until someone agrees to get you in.”

“Carlos” Jay hissed softly, glaring dangerously at his friend. The boy ignored his warnign and got up from his bed taking his dog to his hands, saying further. “And besides, no, thank you, I will not join you. What are you doing out there anyway? You’re just a messenger, or a good friend who’s been cheering on her friends? ”

Your cheeks were red, but you hoped the boy didn’t notice. You were accustomed to his boorish and annoying comments, but you still felt that if he wanted, he could have been more sympathetic. You just have to show him that you don’t have bad intentions.

“No, I play with them. Evie and Mal will join us in a moment, so I didn’t want you two to sit here alone.”

Carlos laughed briefly and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV. “I wouldn’t refuse to spend time with such a beautiful girl like you [Y/N]” Jay quickly took his jacket and moved his mouth, to gave you a sign that you don’t have to care about his friend is behaviour.

“Have fun! Watch your nails so you don’t have to paint them again later.” Carlos shouted at the end. Jay slammed the door loudly and gave you a shoulder so you could lean on him and you two together walked up the stairs. “I have no idea why he is so stubborn,” he said, improving his long hair. “But give him time. I’m sure he’ll change his mind about you soon.”

“Hopefully,” you answered, smiling gently. It was very harmful that even though you made no mistake, Carlos never changed his behavior. You were damned stubborn and wouldn’t let go until all the children from the island didn’t feel in Auradon like at home.


At lunch you quickly dressed up your scarf, fastened your vest buttons and held a box of chocolates in your hand. It wasn’t cold, but in spite of all, you shook in the wind looking for your friends. Somewhere in the middle of all the tables in the grass, you saw Mal, who waved at you with a hand in a purple glove. You quickly defeated the path that separated you, waving all the way to greet your other friends.

Carlos was watching you all the time and couldn’t refrain from malice. “The Queen in her natural environment, she couldn’t just sit elsewhere and not pay any attention to herself. It wasn’t you Mal that talked about how much you wouldn’t like to be in the company of any of the pretty pink princesses?” The freckled boy asked his friend, slightly tillting his head. Mal opened her mouth to answer him when she notice that you was standing behind him. Carlos turned his head and snorted. “Please remind me why we agree everyday to have lunch with you.”

You bite your lips tightly, pretending that his words didn’t hurt you. “Because,” you started talking, sitting carefully on the bench next to Carlos. “Except of you, nobody mind my company, and I always bring something sweet.”

You smiled sweetly and opened a plastic box full of chocolates. Evie, Mal and Jay immediately reached for sweets, accustomed to being able to take them without asking.

“Come on.” you said, rolling the box closer to Carlos, seeing his eyes shining for chocolate. “My aunt sent them recently from Arendelle. I specially asked for a little more than the last time.”

Carlos reached for one chocolate and held it for a long time in his fingers. “Great.” he said. “You don’t only make my life unhappy, but now you claim that I’m undernourished.”

He threw the chocolate back into the box and took his things off the bench. “For your mind princess, my mother may not have been a good parent, but she fed me well enough that I didn’t die of starvation, although not every one of us could eat sweets every day.”

He finished his sentence and went away, leaving all four of you stunned.


The next day you decided to stop. Give yourself a moment to try to make friends with Carlos. You decided that you would give him time and you would stop trying so hard to spend time with him, or maybe he would get accustomed to your presence among his friends. In the morning you only greeted him, and then you went to class with Evie. You sat together in a bench, still yawning. You leaned your head on the girl’s shoulder, listening to the teacher’s chatter when something catch your attention at the end of the lesson. You raised your head and whispered quietly to the girl. “Evie, look. Snow. It’s snowing.”

It was only a matter of time when all the students looked out the window and saw the light white flakes falling slowly to the ground. Everyone stood up from the benches and ran to the windows, looking at the first snow this year. Evie squeezed your hand “My first winter in Auradon, oh my god, I can’t wait.  Do you know how to ice skate [Y/N]?” she asked, pulling one of your braids behind your back.

“Of course!” You answered with a smile. “I know it sounds pathetic considering my family background, but I love winter, sleigh riding, ice skating, building snowmans and God, of course I love Christmas! I wonder if my mom knows that snow is falling here. I don’t know about the weather in Arendelle, but I hope it’s as beautiful as here. ”

Evie listened attentively until Carlos stood beside you, saying “Why it doesn’t surprise me?”

You turned to him and nearly hit your friend with your braids. “Excuse me?”

“Come on, go get your jacket, gloves and go do the igloo, or have fun with something else you’ve been doing all your life. You know how Evie and I spent the winter on the island? Worrying about whether we would be warm in home and how we would steal food. While you were running around the palace, riding down the railing of the stairs, we were worried if we would survive, but you have no idea about it, and you will never have. ”

You stood by the window stunned like never before, unable to believe what Carlos had just said. You were very happy that none of the students except your three didn’t listen to the conversation, because in every second your heart beat faster.

“Why are you always doing this?” you ask. “Why do you always think that everything I say to you is insulting or harmful? I never wanted to offend any of you and I would never do that. You’re right, I have no idea how it’s to live on the island, but I want you to know how it’s to living here.”

“And who are you to make our lives better, huh?” Carlos stood up against you. “You pretend to be holy and you want to be a big heroine, just because your mother went off to the top of the mountain with a village idiot to bring her crazy sister to the palace. Are you proud of your family? Your mom is a living failure, father- uneducated, ordinary salesman, and your aunt- let’s face it. She is just a witch, who should land on the island by law.”

Silnce reigned in the room. Nobody spoke a word. You knew everyone would surely hear what Carlos had just said. The school bell rang, so all of them nervously walked away from the windows, took their stuff, and began to leave the room. “What have you just said about my family?” You asked in shock. Tears flowed to your eyes. Carlos took his bag and left you alone with Evie under the window, shouting at you from the door “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear.”

You felt anger flowing in your veins. That was too much. You liked this boy, maybe you had a little crush on him, but now he definitely exaggerated. Furiously, you took your things fast and ran out of the classroom as Carlos walked slowly down the corridor. “I asked what you just said about my family?"You  yelled and pushed Carlos on the school lockers.

There was a bang and the boy looked at you confused. "Let’s explain something” you started dropping your bag to the ground. “Maybe my mother is a princess, but she hasn’t put her nose out of the palace for all her life. She lived imprisoned and didn’t know the world at all, and yet she went out alone to bring her sister home. ”

Carlos swallowed loudly as he watched as you approached him more and more. “My dad didn’t grow up in the royal family, but your mom didn’t too. He was raised away from the people, so he take any work, to make some cash. He was working really hard and despite that he never had enough money he never felt worse from anyone.”

You were now so close to the boy that you could freely count the freckles on his nose, but you continued talking. You have unleashed all your frustration and anger that you’ve been holding for weeks. “My aunt is not a witch, she is the queen, who was only twenty-one years old, unable to cope with the power that no one else knew. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, and certainly not her people and her loved ones.”

Carlos moved his hands nervously, clutching the lockers to which he was pressed. “Maybe they are not perfect” you countinued “But no one is. Instead, they taught me everything that is important in life, and I regret that your mother couldn’t show you what my family showed me. ”

You stepped back to the boy and you were glad to find that it was the first time he blushed with embarrassment. You had a great hope that you were the one who made him foolish by what he did. You took the first person at hand and walked down the corridor to your room.


It was almost lunch time when the snow covered the entire school yard. By lack of willingness and a lot of duties, you kindly asked the service to bring dinner to your room. You were sitting at your desk doing homework, occasionally looking at the picture in a frame on which Aunt Elsa kissed you on one cheek, and your mom on the other. If you could only now let them know how great you stood today in their defense, you would have already listened to how proud they are both. A knock on your door knocked you out of your thoughts. Confident that it was your meal you opened the door wide with a smile, not expecting to see Carlos there.

The boy stood in front of you, nervously licking his lips. He saw you in simple black t-shirt, gray tracksuit and dissolved hair. Without braids, waistcoats and boots with royal designs of Arendelle. He blushed and wasn’t able to tell if it was embarrassment or because he especially liked what you looked like.

He opened his mouth to say something when you closed the door to his nose. He was the last person you wanted to see in your room. “Come on [Y/N]!” Carlos moaned steadily. You stood on the other side of the door leaning back against your back, listening to what he had to say. “I just want to talk.”

“So let’s talk.” you said, crossing your arms to your chest. You heard a boy sigh on the other side and you could swear that he is improving his hair because of his frustration. “Look, I know I acted like an asshole. I have no excuse for what I did, or why I was doing it, I just … I don’t know I thought you were different.”

You continued listening, pressing your ear to the door, because the boy started spoking quietly. “So far I only consider you as a dissolved brat, but today you showed that you can fight like a real villain. Just give me another chance okay? I can go with you anywhere you want, eat with you any chocolate, just please open the door.”

You chucked softly, covering your mouth with your hand so Carlos wouldn’t hear you. You couldn’t believe that boy finally changed his mind. You held your hand on the doorknob, wondering if you could actually give him a chance until Carlos asked. “Damn, I can even go build a snowman with you!”

You immediately opened the door, staring at him with wide open eyes, smiling slightly. “Did you really say that?”

“It worked?” The boy asked smiling wide.

You wondered a moment, then quickly began to dress your boots, while binding the scarf with one hand. “Go for your jacket.”

“What?” Carlos asked confused.

“I told you to go for a jacket, and of course, for gloves. If we want to make a snowman, it’s probably not a best idea to do it with bare hands. ”

You closed the door from your room and hurried to the stairs, leaving Carlos alone in the corridor. You didn’t know that he had the biggest smile on his face, since a long time.