i actually think she looks cute with that blonde


Requested: no.

Warnings: none.

This is really different but I really like it. I’m proud of this one. Hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by dreamilygloriousarcade

Would you believe me, if I said I went To the same church as Justin Bieber? I doubt it. People never did. But then again, who would?

But I do. And I have for a while now.

It’s not like we’ve talked or anything. In fact, I don’t think Justin even knows my name, but I still see him every week. So much that seeing him around isn’t even a shock anymore.

To me, he’s now just a normal person, attending church on a Sunday - who goes upon there normal day just like any one else would.

The church I attended was a private one. Very closed off and self kept. It was no wonder Justin came along.

At first, he would come along with his family. Sometimes alone. Basically just came to say grace, attend mass then leave. And it was like that for around a year, before I noticed someone else.

A girl who’s name I learnt to be Y/N. She was sweet from what I had seen. A religious girl who had good intentions. It surprised me to see her considering we usually don’t get a lot of new faces here.

She was friendly to everyone - including Justin. They looked like a couple of old friends who had grown up together and I actually think that’s what they were.

From what I had heard from my mother they have been best friends since as long as they could remember. And apparently Y/N’s normal Church closed down, so Justin invited her to join him at ours until she found a new parish.

But What was supposed to be a one time thing turned into a series of repetitive events, and after a month, she was considered a member of the church.

I honestly didn’t mind. It wasn’t like she was bothering me or anything and she was rather friendly. I liked her.

Months had passed and everyone in the church had begun to see a change in attitude around the two. It was as if they both a had a secret they were too afraid to tell each other but otherwise tried to act as if it wasn’t there.

But everyone else in the church had noticed. I remember my mother talking to Mrs smith one weekend after church about the two - they were saying how they ‘had seen this coming since the day Justin brought her to the church.’ Whatever that meant.

What did they see coming?

It wasn’t until weeks later I realised what they were talking about. One week at mass I watched them intensely, there was something about them that was just so interesting.

I may have been sitting a few seats behind them, but it was impossible to miss the way they were looking at each other when the other wasn’t. The love in there eyes.

That’s when I knew that they both had feelings for each other, they were just too afraid to admit it.

Time went by and nothing had changed. The problem about our church though is the church mothers love to gossip, and the kids love there media.

Apparently, some of the teen girls had seen on tmz some rumours that the two were dating, and they must have passed that message to there parents because it wasn’t long before the whole church was talking about it.

I didn’t believe it. I never believed anything the church mothers talked about. They’re always full of crap. But it came as a surprise the next Sunday when justin and Y/N walked in, smiling at each other with so much love, hand in hand.

Honestly, I was glad. It was about time. If I’m being honest, I think they looked cute together.

They were touchy throughout mass. Rubbing each other backs, winding their fingers through each other’s and even giving each other short, small pecks throughout.

It was honestly adorable.

And of course the church talked. No one in this place can keep there mouths shut but I didn’t mind talking about them. They were fascinating to me. And no one was saying anything bad.

A couple months had gone by and nothing had changed. They still had the same amount of love and passion in there eyes for each other. Sometimes they would show up looking a little pissed and avoided each other, but the next week they’d come back as if nothing had happened.

Just like a normal couple.

Justin continued making music and I even heard that Y/N got into modelling. Good for her, she had the body for it.

But that got the church talking once again. I think the girls were jealous honestly since from then on out people began throwing crap Y/N’s way. But after a while it passed.

Years had gone by and i think they were around 23 now. I know because Justin was exactly 6 years older then me. And I had just turned 17.

They still attended church, still sat in the same seats and shared the same love but one thing was different. Not only did they seem a lot more happy, but something in particular seemed to stand out.

Of course, this had the Parrish gossiping like crazy. Especially once they caught the size of the 27 carat diamond engagement ring wrapped around Y/N’s slender finger.

From that day on, the church began looking at her differently which was really uncalled for and rude. She had done nothing wrong and minded her own business - not disturbing anyone. But the Parrish saw her as spoiled and a gold digger.

Which didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like she askedfor the ring. It was Justin’s idea to propose. And they were a beautiful couple. Not just by looks but by personality as well.

Yet the couple went unphased. And a couple months later they both sported another ring each. Both just a simple wedding band.

Of course I didn’t attend the wedding personally but I heard they got married in the Parrish church. And the photos that flooded the internet only proved that theory.

Everything about the two was perfect. And they continued to attend mass together like a normal couple would.

All until a few weeks later. When Y/N walked in looking tired and saddened. Alone.

No Justin. And it was like that for a little while. She was alone.

I couldn’t believe it and apparently neither could the Parrish. They talked like crazy, some saying that they saw it coming and knew they wouldn’t last but others in as much shock as I was.

I couldn’t believe that they had broke up. They were so happy. I just couldnt figure out what went wrong.

But if you think that was a surprise, then you had to see how much more surprised we were to realise a couple months later, that Y/N’s stomach had grown.

No not fat. But Baby weight.

She was pregnant.

I couldn’t believe it. I felt so sympathetic for Justin. And the church couldn’t either. The news and rumours spread so fast after that and I even remember the day I heard it.

It was from Mrs Banks, the young housewife with the twin girls. Her daughters where bitches.but I remember my mother talking to her, and the way the news slipped Mrs banks lips, as if she was talking about a convict in prison. So much disgust.

‘She cheated on him.’

She said.

'she got pregnant with the other mans baby and poor Justin couldn’t take the heartbreak - left the sorry women just like she deserved.’

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe such a sweet women could do such a terrible thing. Or maybe she wasn’t as sweet as i thought.

I avoided her for a long while after that. She tried being friendly, tried to say hello or throw a smile at me but I kept my distance. I was surprised father Gabriel hadn’t kicked her out.

A few more weeks went by, her stomach grew and so did the gossip and rumours. But suddenly, a month or two later, something happened. Something so small, yet it caused the whole church to shut there mouths.

Justin showed up one day. Not alone. Not with family. But with Y/N. Smiling.

He was walking behind her, with one hand on her swelling stomach and the other clutching her hand which also rest on her stomach. He guided her down the isle and into there usual seats, cuddling next to her.

Like nothing had happened.

Every pair of eyes where on them. Even father Gabriel’s.

Everyone was confused. Why had Justin gotten back with her? After what she did. I would never have forgiven her.

But it wasn’t long for word to get around. The truth. A girl who was a fan of Justin had actually asked him.

I don’t know how. I would have been so embarrassed. Thats such an invasion of privacy, yet she did it and I’m honestly glad she did.

Y/N never cheated. And the baby was Justin’s! The reason she showed up alone was because Justin had been on tour and everyone had overreacted.

I told you the woman were full of crap.

Anyways, months passed and Y/N’s stomach continued to grow. Swelling with life and beauty. Justin and herself looked so happy. And every time they walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how Justin clutched her stomach. It was so beautiful.

Everything was normal until one day, they both just stopped showing up.

It disappointed me. I really enjoyed watching the two from a distance, examining there lives. I wondered where they went. And hoped they would come back to the Parrish.

But they didn’t. Not the next week, or the week after that. Not even the week after that. They were both MIA.

I was convinced they had found a new Parrish. One with less crap and gossip. I wouldn’t blame them.

But that wasn’t the case, and we all found that out when they finally one Sunday, showed up again. This time, Y/N was not pregnant.

And Justin seemed a lot happier. So did Y/N but she also seemed tired. Not sad though. It was like a happy tired.

It was pretty obvious what had happened but I was still shocked when Justin’s body came into full view.

In his hands, he held a beautiful baby girl, dressed in a pink dress with a white flower band on her hair.

The girl was stunning. She had a full head of hair which was obviously inherited from her mothers thick dark brown hair, but was a dirty blonde like her father. Long thick eyelashes supported her eyes and a cute button nose sat on her face.

She was really small. But I think she was actually premature by a couple of weeks. So it made sense that the two weren’t at church for the last few weeks. They were busy looking after there new born baby girl.

And although Y/N brought a pram along with her, Justin didn’t put his little girl down. It was obvious he was proud of his little beauty. I would be too. She was really cute.

And well behaved. I hadn’t heard her cry all mass. There was a few times when the baby girl would stir, become a little restless but all Justin would need to do was say “shh it’s alright” and she would settle.

It truly was adorable.

And it wasn’t until Justin wrapped his arm around his wife, as Y/N placed a hand on her daughters leg and another around Justin’s torso that I truly realised.

This family was unbreakable.

Request - Harley Quinn

Word Count - 3789

Warnings - Smut, mentions of cheating, kink, alcohol.

Requests are open.

Summary - Harley and “y/n” (girl), walking the hyenas and having our pets, and living in an apartment arguing like a regular couple over regular things and having some really kinky sex? Similar to the cage or such in suicide squad or tazers/vibes c;. Anonymous.

GIF NOT mine, credits to whoever made it.

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

Harley’s babies were pulling on you while she skipped along, it was cold outside, it was actually snowing. Harley was wearing white jeans, and a pink sweater and her blonde hair was down, you had put her a white beanie and she looked so cute. “So puddin’, I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date night.” She said, grabbing your arm and you smiled nodding, before pulling you closer, she kissed your temple and you smiled. “I love you.” You said and she smiled,, she put her cold hands on your hips and pulled you closer, she leaned in closing the gap between you two and kissed ypu, her lips were warm and sweet, you felt like you were in heaven, there was no doubt in that. The kiss made you lose grip on the hyenas and you pressed your forehead against hers, your lips barely touching, smoke coming out of your mouths as you tried to regain breath. The hyenas ran off to scare the population. “The-“ You started to say but were cut off by her lips on yours again. “Don’t worry.” She said breathlessly. You put your hands around her neck, you were cold and wanted her to give you the warmth that you needed, your lips moving softly, but you couldn’t resist the urge to bite her lip, making her gasp and you took that advantage by slipping your tongue in, you tasted something metallic but you let it go and tangled your hands in her blonde hair. “Hey, get a toom!” You heard someone say, you turned around to see Ivy with Harley’s babies, you chuckled and went towards her, hugging her and giving her a quick kiss. “Hey.” You said and turned around to see Harley, touching her lip and her index finger coated by blood, her lips were pink but started to get a little bit red. “So Y/N didn’t know that you could be like that kissing.” She joked and all three of you laughed, Ivy gave you the hyenas and hugged Harley. “You should see her in bed.” Harley joked and smirked, you started to blush. “Look who’s talking.” You said and slipped your hand in hers, giving you warmth and satisfaction. “So, I came to tell you both that I’m going to a party and that you are both invited.” Ivy said, looking hopeful and rearranging her green scarf. “Of course we will right puddin’?!” Harley squealed and let go of your hand. “Sure.” You said and went behind Harley, hugging her, your arms wrapped around lazily around her neck and going down to her breasts were you touched a little. “But who’s going to take care of my babies?” Harley said, squatting down to see them, scratching their head and smiling. “Um I dunno.” Ivy said and you chuckled, Harley looked at you with puppy eyes and sighed. “Sorry, but maybe we’ll pass.” Harley said, disappointed and you kissed her cheek. “No, you go, I’ll stay home and take care of them, maybe let them wander around through the city, find them a play date.” You said chuckling and Harley turned around to hug you. “Oh puddin’ that’s why I love you so much!” She said and you chuckled, nuzzling against her. “I need to pick out a dress, will you come Harls?” Ivy asked and you pushed her a little. “Go.” You whispered in her ear and she smiled, you gave her a quick peck. “You sure? I don’t wanna leave you alone.” She whispered in your ear, her lips grazing it and you started to feel better by the warmth of her hug. “Go with Ivy, I can see that you’ve missed her and who am I to tell you no?” You said and kissed her nose. “Thanks puddin’, I love you so much and I’ll be back home by twelve o’clock.” She said and you smiled, nodding and she went with Ivy.

You walked around the city until you went back to the little house that you shared with her. Her baby’s were outside playing and it was approximately seven p.m. You went outside to play with them and when you got tired, you let them go around the city, trusting them as they went off. It was almost eight o’clock and you headed inside. You warmed yourself up some tea and put a blanket on the couch, it was really cold so you went in to Harley’s dresser and grabbed one of her sweaters. It was warm and a little bit oversized, since she bought it for you.

You watched a couple of movies until you realized that it was one o’clock. You decided to call Harley and tell her to come home. The temperature dropped and you started to tremble, with your shaking hands you grabbed your cellphone and called her. ‘Hiya! It’s Harley Quinn and I’m too busy so leave your message!’ You heard her voicemail and you spoke to the phone. “Baby, it’s getting late can you please come home?” You said and hung up. You had left her about a dozen messages pleading for her to answer her phone, it was two thirty a. m and you were going to try a last time. “Hello?” A female voice said, you couldn’t recognize it. “Uh, yes, hello um… can I please talk to Harley?” You said and waited, the voice started to laugh. “She’s so tired, we had a long night if you know what I mean, she is sleeping, maybe I’ll tell her later to call you. Okay?” She said and you felt your blood boil, you hung up and positioned yourself on the couch, you tried to stay awake but you couldn’t.

Harley entered the house, stumbling. She was a little bit drunk, and she saw you, sleeping on the couch. She smiled and picked you up bridal style and you started to wake up when she put you under the covers. She changed and took off her make up quickly before getting in bed with you, she could hear your teeth chattering and you were trembling so much. She hugged you and intertwined her legs with yours, she was starting to fall asleep but you talked. “You stink of alcohol.” You said and furrowed your eyebrow, with your eyes still closed. “You’re lucky I’m so cold or I would have kicked your pretty ass to the couch.” You said and she chuckled. “Hug me, I’m cold.” You said before nuzzling to her side, your arm on her waist and she pulled you in, kissing your head. “I love you.” She whispered in your ear and you smiled before falling again to sleep.

“Puddin’, wake up.” You heard Harley say, feeling her lips against yours, feeling her lips on every part of your body. “I’m mad, don’t talk to me.” You said, pulling the covers over your head. “Please, I made a mistake, I cooked you breakfast.” She said and smiled hopefully. “Go tell that to your friend from last night, plus how aren’t you hungover?” You asked and she chuckled, passing her hand through your hair. “Two glasses of water before bed.” She said and sat down, by your side. “I hate you so much.” You said playfully but she grabbed you and pulled you out of bed. “Come on my sleepy head.” She cooed and you gave up, she stood up and carried you towards the little kitchen that you both had. “I sometimes hate you so much.” You said as she sat you down, there was fruit, pancakes, juice. “Where were you last night?” You asked and she laughed nervously. “At a party with Ivy.” She said and you lifted your eyebrow. “Are you sure of that?” You asked and she nodded. “Where else would I go?” She asked and kissed the top of your head.

It was ten a.m and you were snuggling against the couch with Harley, her warm hands were strapping you closer to her, she was hugging you and hearing you breathe. “I love you.” You said, looking up at her and smiling, giving her a quick peck on her lips. She smiled before putting her head down and starting to kiss your jaw to your lips, every kiss that she left on your skin was electrifying. “I love you too, puddin’.” She said and moved her lips to your neck, she started to bite and you laid down, you were craving her touch. She opened your legs and positioned herself in between them. She bent down and started to kiss you, from your abdomen to your lips. She placed a hand on your thigh, making circular motions and you grabbed her hips, pulling her down and starting to kiss her, you moaned slightly and she smirked, making you take off her shirt, you looked at her breasts and gave them both attention, by placing your hand on them. You looked at her, her breathing was becoming shallowed but when you looked down at her breasts, there was a trail of love bites. You were sure that you didn’t put that on there. “Get off of me.” You said, pushing her away and stopping your movements, she looked at you curiously and furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong puddin’?” She asked oblivious of the trail on her. You huffed and got away from her. “You weren’t with Ivy last fucking night.” You said, and she looked at you curiously. “What?” She asked, but you were already putting on your brown coat and boots. “Just, talk to me when you want to tell me the fucking truth.” You said, opening the door and going out, you slammed the door behind you and went outside, you didn’t know that destination but you wanted to get away from here.

You saw Ivy, in a distance and she waved towards you. You smiled weakly and went towards her, hugging her. “Hey Y/N where’s Harley?” She said and you just scoffed. “Back home, we kinda got in to a fight, well I yelled at her because we were about to fuck and there were love bites that I didn’t do.” You said, and she smiled weakly, giving you a hug. “Go talk to her, she did come home on time right?” She asked, soothing you and you just shook your head. “I don’t know at what time she got home, I fell asleep, probably around three.” You said and she looked worried. “She went away at eleven thirty last night from the party, she couldn’t have been drunk since she only drank a margarita and then left.” She said and you shook your head, passing your hand by your chin and up to your lips. “Look, let’s go talk with her, she probably doesn’t know what happened.” Ivy said and you shook your head. “Sorry, but I need some time alone, plus go with her babies.” You said and walked to the park, just as you suspected, her babies, were playing along. You whistled and they looked at you. “Come on, let’s go home.” You said, petting them and putting on their leash. You walked with them until you reached the house, you opened the garage door, slowly and careful to not make a noise, they sat down and started to eat the meat that maybe Harley put before you woke up. You walked around the house before, finally, going inside. You took off your boots and coat, putting them up quietly before looking at the living room where Harley was. Ivy saw you and put her finger on her lips, signaling you to be quiet.

“I- I didn’t d- do it.” Harley cried, stuttering and muffled because her hands were on her face. “I know you didn’t but, what happened?” Ivy asked, soothing her back. “I just remember drinking the margarita that girl bought me, I remember starting to walk out and then she was behind me, she took me to her house and practically abused me, after that I just remember looking at a bunch of alcohol bottles, a- and looking at h- her n- naked, I took off as fast as I- I could.” Harley said and Ivy looked worried. “Sweetie, do you really love Y/N?” Ivy asked and you stopped breathing. “O- of course I do, I wouldn’t be here crying if I didn’t.” She stated and Ivy chuckled. “I’m gonna give you my opinion. You are like a married couple, why don’t you just tie the knot, tell her this and propose, I’m sure that she’ll find that slut and kick her ass.” She said and Harley chuckled, nodding and hugging her best friend. “Another day, I just want to be with her.” She said and hugged Ivy, Ivy looked at you and signaled you to go closer. “Look who’s here.” Ivy said, getting up and looking at you, giving you a warm smile. “Puddin’!” She said and hugged you. Ivy looked at you and smiled before heading out the front door.

“I’m so sorry Harley, please forgive me.” You said, running your cold hands up and down her arms. “Don’t be, I’m the one who should apologize.” She said and you just looked at her thighs. “You really don’t remember anything?” You asked looking up at her concerned, starting to caress her arms, you leaned your head against her. “Not a thing puddin’.” She said, as you rested your head against her shoulder. “I’m gonna find that bitch.” You said, but sleepily. She chuckled and kissed your head. “We’ll find her.” She said and hugged you, in her warm embrace you fell asleep.

You went to go get a beer with Harley, it was chilly outside and Harley was  wearing blue pants, a white shirt and the beanie from the day before.

“What would your perfect date be?” She asked, taking a sip of her drink, looking up at the T.V’s and back at you. “Well being with the person that I love, obviously.” You said chuckling and you played with her hands. “Maybe turning the chimney on, just be with you, cuddling as we enjoy the warmth.” You said smiling as she intertwined her fingers with yours. “I’d like that.” She said and leaned to kiss your cheek. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” She said and you nodded. “I’m going to go get us some more drinks.” You said and went towards the bartender.

“Wow, well aren’t you a hottie.” Someone whispered in your ear. “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.” You said and turned around to look at a brunette, tall woman, she would be pretty but you only had eyes for Harley. “Well, introduce her. She can’t be better looking than me.” She smirked and you just scoffed. “I’d like two beers please.” You told the bartender and he nodded. “She’s a lot better.” You stated and went towards the table that you were with Harley. “Come on, then introduce her, let’s have a threesome.” She said and winked. You rolled your eyes. “No.” You said and she put her hands on your shoulders, leaning down and you could feel her hot breath against your neck. “Bet that she can’t fuck you like I would fuck you.” She said biting your ear and you rolled your eyes. “Get the fuck away from my puddin’.” Harley said and her voice, you couldn’t quite place that it was hers until you turned around looking at her. “Wait, aren’t you the girl from last night?” The woman said and Harley was clenching her fists, her knuckles white because of her tight grip. “I said get away from her. Now.” She said and the woman stepped away from you. Harley grabbed her by the shirt and pushed her against the wall. “Don’t get near her, don’t even fucking think about her.” She said and the woman laughed. “Thought we had a great time last night, you moaning in my ear while I fucked you.” She said and Harley looked towards the floor but back up at her eyes, Harley’s blue eyes were getting dark. “Fuck you.” Harley said before punching her and pushing her towards the ground. She grabbed your hand before storming out of the place.

“What did you like how she was talking to you?” She said as you got inside of your house. She was mad and you found it kinda hot. “No.” You said and she shut the door behind you, quickly finding her way to your neck, to that fucking sweet spot that you had. You moaned as she bit aggressively your neck, pushing you against the door, her hands started to roam all over your body, finding their way to your abdomen, passing her fingers through your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps, you moaned and she attached her lips with yours. She kissed you angrily, biting your bottom lip, her hands went inside of your shirt and quickly wrapped around your waist, every single part of skin that she touched made you even hotter. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” She whispered in your ear, making you whimper. Her hands went towards your thighs, she started passing her hands, your hands found their way towards her hair, rustling it a little bit, she separated her lips from yours and saw that hers were swollen, you smirked and bit your lip in lust. She chuckled and kissed you again, “Jump.” She whispered against your lips and you followed her orders, she took you towards your room and laid you down, before taking off your shirt, the fresh air hit your skin and Harley smirked, from the valley of your breasts she licked down towards the sipper of your pants, she smirked. “You are gonna have the time of your life puddin’.” She said, before pulling down your clothing at a painfully slow pace. “Harley hurry please.” You pleaded and she smirked looking at your wet pussy, you looked at her, she wasn’t breaking eye contact as she licked you, making you squirm in delight and grip the sheets. “Is this from me or from her?” She asked pouting a little bit and blowing cool air in to you, making you miss her touch, you looked at her blue eyes and she collected your wetness with her fingers before sucking them, you moaned at the view and she smirked once again. “Fuck. You, you are the only one who can make me like this.” You moaned, she started to lick bold stripes, stopping at your clit to start licking in a circular motion, you moaned as she had her way with you, you could feel the drops of sweat start to form on your forehead, she smiled as she ate you out. She suddenly stopped. “What?” You asked, panting as you asked, you saw her get up and take off her clothing, once she was completely naked she laid down on top of you. “Think I’d let you cum puddin’?” She asked as you bit your lip, you decided to tease her a little bit too. You placed your hand on your entrance, moaning a little bit at the touch, she looked at you as if you were crazy and you smiled at her. “Fuck.” You said, barely above a whisper, you smiled and she licked her lips you threw your head back at the soft pillows as you pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned loudly her name and she went closer to you as if she was a predator and you were the prey, she looked at you hungrily and you quickened your pace, the pleasure increasing as well as your moans, she grabbed both of your arms, pinning them above your head and looking at you in the eyes. “Only I can do that.” She said, placing her thigh in between of your legs, making you gasp slightly at the touch, she positioned herself against her thigh and started to grind against you, her lips touching over and over your neck and jaw, you both moaned and she sounded angelical. You closed your eyes as she quickened her pace. “You are mine.” She whispered, in your ear, before biting it, you smiled at her and started to grind against her too. “My little slut.” She whispered and with her free hand she started to play with your breasts, “Can someone do this to you like I can? – Fuck!” She exclaimed as you started to kiss her chin, she smirked and started to quicken her pace, before inserting one of her fingers in to you and you moaned loudly, you knew you were close and she was too, she rested her forehead against yours and you could hear her panting, trying to increase the pleasure. She moaned loudly before releasing and you did the same, she smiled at you, before kissing you and getting up from the bed, she walked towards the bathroom before coming out with a strap on, as she put it on, you started to recover from your high. She opened up your legs, as you saw her, sweating and obviously panting, she smiled before pushing the object inside of you, making you scream in pleasure. “You like how I fuck you?” She asked, her thumb going down to your clit, flickering it as you moaned, writhing under her touch. “Y- Yes.” You managed to yelp out as she remained silent, your hips connecting with yours quickly, you bit your lip, trying to suppress more moans that were building up in the back of your throat. She smiled and put her hand around your neck, you found that extremely sexy, she was smirking and then stopped. She put you on four and started to fuck you from behind, making you grip the sheets harder, you moaned out her name and she slapped your ass, making the pleasure increase. “You like it don’t ‘cha.” She said and you couldn’t reply so you just moaned to show her how good you were feeling. You knew that you were going to cum, she was going so fast and beads of sweat were starting to drip from her forehead towards you, as you screamed out her name, she moaned and then slumped back in to the bed, she was smirking and panting, she took the strap on off and looked at you, smiling, before grabbing a side of your face and smacking her lips with yours, she smiled and hugged you. “I love you puddin’.” She said and you nuzzled against her sweaty chest, you started to close your eyes and she placed her hand behind your head. “I love you too Harley.” You said as you fell in to a deep slumber.

Behold! Trans magical girl, Winifred!

I wish I had stuff to color it with, but her color scene is rather simple. Her jacket, boots, the gem in her staff, and the gem at her throat are deep green. Her shirt, sleeves, feathers on her boots, and skirts are white. The gems on her boots, her leggings, and the bow on her back are black. Her buttons and staff are gold. She’s blonde and has brown eyes.

I actually forgot what she looked like, so I had to go from memory and an old decription I wrote down, but I think I like this new look for her better than my old one, anyway. She’s cute and she makes me happy.

@tawaranotohta Since you said you might draw magical girl OCs! :D

–Mod Mercy

based of the prompt “you’ve rented this movie at least 7 times now, you’re cute but I seriously worry about your taste in films” & also because @cupcakeblake made me write it. she’s the absolute worst (jk she’s not i love her to death)

(it’s also on ao3)

Stop troying with my emotions.

“Look, I know it’s none of my business, but you have rented this movie at least seven times now and I can’t help to think that your taste in movies are absolute shit.”

Excuse me?!” The blonde woman looked seriously offended and Bellamy cringed because this was exactly what he was trying to avoid.

But he also couldn’t help but to die a little bit on the inside whenever she rented Troy, because the movie was so, so bad and so, so inaccurate it pained him every time he either heard of Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, or even the name Troy.

And Bellamy Blake was studying to become a history teacher so he saw that name quite often. It was also quite hard to avoid hearing the actors names because it seemed like they were in every movie nowadays.

“Im just saying,” Bellamy continued, “the movie is horribly inaccurate. I can offer you other films if you like the story. Just, please, don’t rent this one again, it seriously hurts my soul to see a cute person like yourself watch a bad movie like this.” He said and held the movie up like he was proving a point.

“Perhaps I like renting it because I think the guys are hot? Or the girls?” The pretty blonde girl responded and gave him a crooked smirk. God she was attractive when she looked like that, and it was seriously bad for him.

Bellamy actually stood there for a good three seconds with his mouth open, not knowing what to respond because that wasn’t really the answer he had expected.

“I-, okay I didn’t think of that, and- and I’m so sorry-“

“Hey I’m just messing with you,” the girl cut him off and laughed at him. How dared she. “If you mess with me, I’m gonna mess with you.”

She stretched up to snatch the movie from his grip and actually took the scanner and blipped it herself. “I’m doing a paper on the movie, and I keep falling asleep while watching it. And it’s actually my fourth time, not seventh, renting it. So stop being a jerk and rent me my damn movie.”

Bellamy couldn’t help but to laugh. “Okay princess, have it your way.”

She paid for the movie and she kept smirking at him. Normally he was used by the fact that girls smirked at him, but it was something about this girls’ smirk that made him nervous.

That wasn’t a ‘smirking at you from across the bar’ smirk, her smirk was more like ‘I’m going to get to know all of your secrets and I’m going to die trying’ smirk. It made him uneasy, in a good way somehow.

He put the movie in a small plastic bag and when he handed it over to her, her fingers accidentally touched his and he felt a chill through his body. Damn this girl.

“Thank you, you judgy, old grumpy man,” she said and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not old.”

“Perhaps not. But you’re grumpy, and being grumpy comes with the price of being old. So deal with it,” she made a face at him and he rolled his eyes yet again while he was holding back a smile.

She on the other hand looked very proud of her comment while she turned around and headed for the door.

The cute blonde opened it, but stopped midway, turning towards him. “Or you know, perhaps I keep renting it because I get to interact with a really hot guy.”

Bellamy blushed. He actually blushed.

“I’m Clarke by the way,” she said and gave him the biggest and brightest smile ever.

 “Bellamy. Bellamy Blake,” he responded and smiled back at her. Damn she got him good because that smile was the most beautiful smile he had seen in a long time. And he felt like he wanted to do anything to see that smile again.

 “Until next time, Mr Blake. I have a feeling I’m going to rent this movie a couple of more times.”

The cute blonde, or Clarke as her name was, finally waved him goodbye and left. Bellamy was left behind speechless, and he stood behind the counter like a star struck idiot for a few moments before he shook his head in disbelief with a small smile plastered on his lips

Damnit. He was absolute a goner.

He couldn’t wait until she came back and re-rented the damn movie again.

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Marinette is rock singer sensation Ladybug, with rival at same record label Chat Noir? Hawkmoth owns competing record label?

Thank you for the prompt anon! I hope you’ll like it. The other prompts are coming too, don’t worry guys.

“I can’t believe I have to work with you out of all people.” Marinette muttered darkly while glaring at her new colleague. The smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at her.

“I’m not overjoyed either.”

“Well, I’m less joyed than you.“

Okay, stop. Flashback to explain just how the two of them got in this situation, to begin with. In all honesty, it started a couple of years ago, when Marinette, under the stage name, Ladybug became the next big thing in rock music. A couple of months after, Chat Noir appeared on the scene and well, it was rivalry at first sight. The public, however, loved them. Maybe it was the whole mystery aura induced by the mask and the stage names. It could certainly be a factor. Their songs were always in top ten, their concerts were sold out immediately and they got very loyal and passionate fan bases.

(Which for whatever reason, think they should date. As if!)

And with all this came what was probably the most heated rivalry in the history of Miraculous Records. They were alway at it, trying to make more of a show, wearing a better outfit, saying a wittier joke on a talk show. It might seem silly, but hey, it was an entirely founded, reason based rivalry. Honestly. Okay, it was just based on the fact that each other’s presence seemed to ignite some sort of energy in the room. Their fans referred to it as sexual tension. Ladybug and Chat Noir referred to it as an annoyance. Leaving the reasoning aside, everything was going perfectly fine with their rivalry and their record label breaking records like it was going out of style. Until Akuma Records came along. From where? Well, good question pal, no one could say, it just appeared one day and started to pop out songs with climbed in top 50 and even top 10 pretty fast. Marinette had a hard time understanding just how they managed that. Their songs weren’t even that good by normal standards. It was getting even more out of hand when some of their artist’s songs pushed both Ladybug and Chat Noir out of top 10 which hadn’t happened in a long while. So, seeing separately the two singers couldn’t do much, their management decided it was te best for them both and Miraculous Records if they did a song together. And excellent plan! Except they forgot the rivalry.

It can’t be so bad, they said.

Get us the fuck out of here, they said after the billionth time they had to deal with Chat and Ladybug’s bickering and fighting.

And now it was the turn of the poor photographer who was in charge of the promotional pictured for their duet to put up with them. With the groan, the man rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, you two, the sexual tension is there and blasting, but can you use it to seem like you want to bone each other instead of throttle each other?”

“We don’t want to bone each other!” they protested simultaneously, while the photographer (and the rest of the people who got heard them) gave them the most unconvinced look that ever crossed the face of any person in the history of France.

“Right. Well, what do you two say, enough with that subtle romance I’m trying to portrait there?” the photographer questioned. Both of them nodded eagerly. “Then kiss!”

Ladybug and Chat Noir stared at the photographer incredulously before protesting loudly.

“I’m not kissing him, no way, I’d rather kiss a venus flytrap.” No matter how cute Chat Noir was or how sexy his bed hair looked or how green his eyes were (mind you, these are strictly critical thoughts with no feeling involved) she would never ever kiss him. Like ever.

The blond seemed more inclined to make a smug remark than protest back. Smirking down at her, he asked. “What’s the problem, My Lady? You think you can’t handle me?”

“I can’t handle you?” she snorted. “You are the one who couldn’t handle me!”

“Afraid you may actually like it?” he continued to smirk like the smug little shit he was.

Oh, fuck that shit. Marinette grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss, pouring every intense emotion she ever felt towards him in it. She grinned against his lips as he still seemed frozen in place. Only when she bit his lower lip, Chat seemed to collect himself and start kissing back.

“Not wanting to bone each other my ass.” the photographer rolled his eyes as he snapped the pictures of the intense make-out session. If this wasn’t going to break the internet and bring Miraculous Records back to number one, then nothing will.

Nerd Princess (chapter 1)

So I have just posted this story’s first chapter on my fanfiction account and well since I also drew this in honor of my love for the gangster and nerd Nalu AU drawn by @ayumichi-me I decided to post it on Tumblr. Ayumichi-me gave me permission to write a fanfic based on their au and this is what I managed to come up with and I hope its to her liking! xD 

Name: Nerd Princess
Summary: Lucy was never one to call attention to herself especially considering she was the school nerd. Unfortunately, for her, she’s noticed by the one person who she least wanted to be paid attention by. Natsu Dragneel, the school’s popular and handsome gangster, who brings it upon himself to tease her. When the nerd and gangster meet, how will things turn out? NALU

Pairings: NALU side of Gajeevy, Jerza and Gruvia
Rating: T


Lucy’s POV

If there’s anything that I hate more than a lot of noise, it’s attention. I hate loud places with too much noise than I would like. I’m not a people person not that I’m even liked by people anyways, but that’s not the point. I take enjoyment from sitting in a quiet corner where I can just read a novel or simply write out my stories. I’m like a shadow, or I’d like to think so at least, always hiding from uncomfortable and troubling situations.

Sometimes I’m lucky and I avoid it, but other times I just barge into trouble and get these people to bother me or call me names. In general, I try to keep a low presence, but the fact that I have blonde hair makes people turn their heads thinking it might be a pretty girl only to find me, a nerd with glasses. Don’t get me wrong, I have friends… well…there’s Levy. I do feel lonely sometimes, and I’d like to make more friends, but it’s hard for me to muster the courage to talk to someone new.

I hope that maybe one day, I can have more friends, but well I think that’s just asking for too much.

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My Wing Boy

Title: My Wing Boy
Prompt: #8 (“For some reason I’m attracted to you.”) #111 (Meeting him/her for the first time) #67 (“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”)
Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader
Word Counts: 573

A/N: This is my first Warren one shot and I already failed miserably since I got distracted by pokemon go while writing this. Sorry! I’m probably going to rewrite this.

Prompt List // OTP Question Meme //Masterlist

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Authors Note: Part 1 if people want more. Sorry for not posting a fic in a while. Love u guys.

Part 2

“So you actually liked someone in there?”

Tony rolled his eyes. He stabbed a fork into the gross looking chicken nuggets in front of him. He definitely wasn’t about to eat those.

“Yeah. I wasn’t in prison or anything, I was at a mental hospital,” Tony replied. Natasha shrugged.

“Right, right. But you don’t have to like people that are in there. What’s his name?” She asked and Tony shrugged back at her.

“Rhodey,” he said.

“What was he in for?” Clint asked curiously. He’d opted for the healthier choice of chicken noodle soup and a roll of bread. None of it looked all that appetizing. In reality, Tony should’ve grabbed the apple sauce from his house. But he forgot.

“I feel like that’s something he needs to tell you,” Tony said as he pushed his plate of food away. Clint gave him a look. “What?”

“I can’t exactly go ask him, he lives across the state,” Clint said as he took a small bite of soup and winced at how hot it was.

Tony sighed. “Similar thing to me, but different,” he said vaguely, but the group understood.

“Are you glad you went?” Bruce finally inquired and Tony shrugged.

“I mean, sure. It’s helped me realize I have a problem and gave me ways to solve it. But I’m gonna be fighting this for a while longer, which fuckin’ sucks,” Tony said as he looked down at the rejected chicken nuggets.

“Should we bring you apple sauce every day?” Bruce asked and Natasha looked up from her food at that. Tony raised his eyebrows. It would help him not forget, definitely. But he still needed to break through the fear of actually eating in front of people. He’d done well at the hospital. But he wasn’t having a good time at school, where no one knew him and could easily be staring and judging.

“Sure. It’d help,” Tony said anyway and leaned his chin in his palm.

It had been a struggle at the hospital at first. Before he went, he barely even realized he had a problem. He worked on his electronics, focused on his school, and worked out to keep in shape. Tony knew he had a nervous issue when it came to eating in front of people, because he hated it and other people never seemed to mind. He also knew he was a bit more knowledgeable about his weight than any of his friends, but he never thought that was a serious problem. He was just focused on his health, right?

Until he had to have a physical for school.

The doctors realized very quickly that he exercised too much and didn’t eat enough. He rarely ate, really. Tony figured it would do him some good to eat a few less calories here and there. For his weight loss. But nothing seemed to be enough for him, no matter how hard he tried.

Again, until he had to have a physical.

He was told he was very dangerously underweight, dehydrated, and malnourished. It was a shock, because he thought he was doing so well in his weight loss. Tony had remembered his friends mentioning his problem to him consistently, but he never paid it any mind. He figured they were just kidding.

His parents were alerted, his mother became concerned, and he was quickly sent to a therapist. One session in and she had determined her diagnosis without much thought. Tony had barely even opened up to her and she seemed to know. She said he had anorexia and that he needed to be put into a hospital for at least a month so that they could fix his behavior.

He was back at school finally after his month long visit. Tony had gained weight, to his friends joy, but he wasn’t so sure how happy he was with it. Scales were removed from his house and he was itching to know how much he weighed, but he’d been told by his therapist that he wasn’t allowed. He had to stay away from the scale.

Exercise was also taken away from him and he had to eat soft foods consistently throughout his stay at the hospital. He could graduate up to more solid foods if he wanted to, but he wasn’t quite ready for the change just yet. Apple sauce, mashed potatoes, and anything else that he didn’t quite have to chew were fine for him for the time being.

Maybe he should’ve gotten the chicken noodle soup.

“Tony?” Clint said as he snapped his fingers in front of Tony’s face. Tony jerked out of his thoughts and looked up at his friends.

“What do you say?” Natasha asked again and Tony frowned.

“To what?”

“Told you he was zoning out,” Bruce mused and Natasha groaned.

“Movies. Saturday,” Clint supplied and Tony nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Awesome,” Clint grinned as he started to eat his soup more consistently. Natasha started talking to Bruce again and Tony smiled. At least he was back at home again.

“Here,” Natasha said as she set an apple sauce packet in front of Tony. Tony blinked at it and then at her.

“You remembered,” he said and she laughed.

“Of course. Eat up.”

Tony slowly peeled the packet opened and picked up a spoon. He twirled his spoon around anxiously as the rest of them started to eat. They were told that giving him a comfortable atmosphere and not staring would help him eat. Of course they were told that. Tony took a small bite of the apple sauce and happily settled into eating it when none of them made a big deal out of it. He took a second bite and looked around the cafeteria idly, as if expecting someone to storm over and laugh in his face at the fact that he was eating food.

No. No one would do that. No one.

He took a third bite of his apple sauce and paused when he noticed a completely unfamiliar face. He didn’t know the majority of people there, but since they lived in a smaller town in New York state, they didn’t see very many completely fresh faces.

“Who’s that?” He asked and Natasha looked back at him.

“Who?” She asked. Tony licked off his spoon and pointed out a kid sitting solo at a table. He had bright blond hair, was skinny, and looked rather small. Natasha raised her eyebrows.

“I’m not sure, actually. Might be new.”

Tony twirled his spoon as he watched him. He was cute.

“Why, you got a crush on him? Think he’s cute?” Clint teased and Tony glared at him.

“Shut up. I can like whoever I like,” Tony said. Clint grinned.

“‘Course you can. I was just teasing.”

Tony took a fourth bite of his apple sauce. Maybe he’d build up the nerve to go and talk to him later. Maybe.

Blond haired kid took to sitting at the same lonely table every day for the next week. Tony kept his eye on him as he went along, silently challenging himself to build up the nerve to talk to him. Maybe it was his lowered self-esteem, maybe it was his gut telling him that he was getting too fat to be liked, but whatever it was, he couldn’t push himself to talk to him.

That day, however, he saw the foreign exchange student named Thor sitting with him at his table.

Tony had poked around his mashed potatoes for a good fifteen minutes before Natasha tapped his shoulder and forced him to look at her.

“We’ve been watching you make googly eyes at the blond kid for a week now. Go talk to him,” she said and Tony bit his lip.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if he likes kids like Thor? Look at Thor. He’s like a God or something,” Tony blabbered and Clint gave him a gently tap to the face.

“Tony Stark. Listen to yourself talk. For a second. Now shove all that in a hole and bury it and start anew. Go talk to the kid. It’s been a week.”

Tony clenched and unclenched his jaw. He looked to Bruce for advice, but the brown hair boy gave him a smile and an encouraging nod. Tony inhaled, exhaled, balled and unballed his hands, before he stood. He took quick strides over to the table and Thor and blond haired, blue eyed cutey both looked up at him.

“Hi,” Tony said dumbly at first and cleared his throat. “I’m Tony.”

Blue eyed boy smiled and held out a small hand. Tony shook it with his equally small hand.

“Steve. Nice to meet you, Tony. This is Thor,” Steve introduced and Tony gave a small wave to Thor. He was in his foreign language class.

“I just…” Tony trailed off as he struggled to find words. He was supposed to be Howard Stark’s son and yet he could barely formulate a sentence to a kid who was equal to his size. Maybe smaller, because Tony was gaining weight.

“Do you want my number?” Steve asked and gave him a gentle smile.

Tony fumbled over himself and nodded dumbly. God, he looked like a fool. Thor smiled and patted the seat next to him for Tony to sit down. Tony did, and watched as Steve tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbled down a few numbers. He slipped the paper over and Tony tucked it into his pocket.

“Tomorrow you could sit with my friends if you want. You too, Thor,” Tony said as he looked at him. Thor smiled.

“That would be kind of you, thank you,” he said. Steve hummed.

“I’ll consider your proposition. Maybe you should text me first. Gotta get to know a cutey like you before I meet his friends,” Steve said smoothly and Tony blinked.

“Wow, whoa, you’re rolling right over me, I can’t get up,” Tony said and pressed a hand to his heart. Steve grinned.

“Text me then?” Steve asked and Tony grinned.

“You bet.”

Our Last Few Years (High School AU) - Circe

AN: High school AU alert! I’ve written ahead in order to make sure I finish this, but I don’t think it will be –too- long anyway (I promised myself I wouldn’t write multi-chapters, but after Masterpiece was too long for one chapter, I’ve got a taste for longer plotlines).

I’ve also attempted to write this in a different style to the others I’ve written before. It’s hard to go all deep and metaphysical with this kind of setting, so I’d say this is just a bit of fun that is more character-and-story-based than language focused, so if you’re not into that, sorry ‘bout it.

Right, technicalities: I’ve made most of the queens cis girls, and the rest of them are boys, and I only really have two pairings that I’m determined to develop in this fic and so I thought it would be fun to get you guys to suggest who you want to see together/what you want to happen, or I could just see how it goes and go with what feels natural. I must admit, I feel a bit weird making gay ships straight considering I may have gender-bent one of the pair, but I suppose I’ll have to go with the flow (and there’ll be girl on girl to make up for it). Would other people feel weird about that?

Also if you want any other queens to be included, do let me know and I’ll try my best.

[Dialogue written like a script with names in italics means a text or group message]


Circe x

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Those Things

NozoEli half-crackfic. Like it’s dumb but I could see these dorks talking this. ~1200 words, un-beta’d.
Rating: M for the m-word

“Nozomi. I’m going to ask you a personal and embarrassing question.”

Nozomi looked up from her math homework that she had admittedly only been doodling on. Pushing the paper away so Eli couldn’t see her lack of work, she looked at her friend questioningly. “Um, okay, I’m ready?” She wanted to laugh at Eli’s serious look but thought better of it, in case this was really important.

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10. bodyguard au



Having a bodyguard wasn’t such a big deal.

However, the fact that your parents had to hire someone to follow you around almost everywhere you go made it feel as if they didn’t trust you, or as if they were paranoid about the world. I could take care of myself. I had taken self-defense classes last year, after a friend of mine was harassed by a perv once, and some other friends peer-pressured me into taking those classes, so I wasn’t that hopeless. Moreover, I wasn’t a damn teenager anymore. I was in college – I was big girl, with her own car, her own apartment, her big dreams, and oh, pepper spray in her purse, too, of course! Why wouldn’t my parents just calm down? Why wouldn’t they spend their money on something more useful?

It was also kind of uncomfortable, though. Imagine wanting to go clubbing and being unable to let yourself go because this tall, dark, intimidating guy was right there, watching you at all times, judging you at all times. If you wanted to hook up with someone, or drink a few more shots, or dance a little more wildly, you couldn’t, because the damn bodyguard would definitely tell on you. It as none of his business. It wasn’t anyone’s business but mine. I felt like I couldn’t even be myself anymore. It sucked

Still, well, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He didn’t follow me to school, unless there was a big event or I had to go somewhere afterwards. He wasn’t supposed to even go into my apartment, either. He was just there when I went out into the big, frightening city – note the sarcasm – and he would even drive when I felt too lazy, or carry my stuff when I went shopping. It wasn’t too bad…

The fact that he was kind of hot made it a little bit better.

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Locked Room- Part 01

(Part 02 =>)

Valerie had no doubts when the assignment had been sent to her Open Case file, it was a deliberate insult. Give the pointless, dead-end case to the dead-end Ranger. A series of random, high-profile burglaries completed unrelated save that there was exactly zero evidence to support the victim’s claim that someone had broken in. Everyone before her had browsed the cases and decided to kick it down the line until it finally fell to someone who couldn’t.

After all, faking a robbery for the insurance money was a lot more plausible than an invisible thief.

She bore through without a single complaint, refused to give them the satisfaction. Six months, hundreds of hours, sleepless nights, and hard-toothed stubbornness, Valerie didn’t have a lead. She didn’t have a suspect.

She had a fraking arrest.

Every day the old-guard from her dad’s days would pass by her desk. Hey kid, how’re those ‘burglary’ cases going? Any luck with catch your little ghost, Rookie?

Yeah actually, she’s in interrogation cube forty-two, thank you very much.

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I was talking to @omgericzimmermann about Holsom AU ideas, and then I saw this post about a guy reading Harry Potter to a dog in Central Park and my first thought was “It’s Holster!” and then this happened. Please imagine our favorite giant blond dork surrounded by his pack of elderly literacy dogs. They get story time every day, even if they’re not working an event. He insists they have to keep in practice. (They’re currently working on The Raven Cycle for their at-home reading. The Adam and Ronan characters remind Holster of these two bickering idiots on his college hockey team.)

Now also on AO3.

A new Youth Services librarian* had started at the local library over the summer, and he was enthusiastic about his outreach programs. Adam didn’t think he’d ever had someone try to hard-sell him on doing a literacy event before. It was like the guy didn’t believe he could take yes for an answer.

Adam held his hands up to try to stem the flow of words. “Mr. Bittle–”

“Oh, Eric, please!”

“Eric. Seriously, just tell me the dates and I’ll be there, I swear! With as many dogs as you think the library can reasonably accommodate. I’m honestly thrilled at the opportunity, and I’m looking forward to the possibility of this being a regular thing.”


“Yes, really, I promise. This is exactly the kind of community visibility I’ve been trying to build since I started. Your predecessor was just, uh…” He searched desperately for something tactful to say.

“More traditional in her approach,” Eric offered.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Eric grinned at him and handed him an already drawn up schedule for the day. “So it won’t be until October, because I still have to coordinate a bunch of other stuff, plus I wanted to have flu shots, because they’re really so important, and I’m not just saying that because I’m the one who has to work with the adorable little germ vectors all day, but I’m really looking forward to having you there! If you want to come by sometime in the next several weeks, we can figure out the best place to have the dog reading stations that are kind of isolated in case there are people with allergies, which I really hope won’t be too big of a problem because this is such a great way to encourage literacy, it really is, and…”

“Whoa, whoa, I got you, it’s fine. Several of my dogs are even poodle crosses whose families gave them up after they realized even designer hypoallergenic dogs weren’t for them. It’s a thing I’m prepared for, believe me. Plus, for kids who are extra allergic and don’t want to be left out, I have a betta fish.”


“Really. He’s super colorful, and he swims right up to the side of the glass when people are around. He’s the most dog-like fish I could have imagined.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. This is going to be great! I’ll see you soon!”

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Bumbleby Snippet: Sweets

(I fell very much in love with my headcanon)

“Tell me again why you had to blindfold me to give me my present?” Blake asks with a bit of a sigh. She lightly taps her foot on the ground, waiting for Yang to give her whatever it is she got. Blake really is not one for birthdays. She never really had any growing up. Sure, as a kid she would get a little something from family and friends in the White Fang but it was never much and she never had a birthday party. She quickly grew to wonder what the point was. All it means is she is another year older.

“Because I did not wrap it and I want it to be a surprise. Okay that’s a lie. I did wrap it but it’s in a see through bag so it would spoil the surprise.” Yang’s voice says.

Blake rolls her eyes, even though Yang cannot see her do so. She can hear the crinkling of plastic as Yang finishes getting whatever the present is ready. Blake is starting to get impatient. She has a lot of homework to catch up on, as well as a lot of reading.

“Done!” Yang cheerfully says. “Hold out your hands!”

Blake listens. She feels something with a bit of weight plop down on her palms. Moving her fingers around to get a feel, Blake can tell there is more than one thing in the bag. The inside is made up of many, many, small pieces. Blake starts to wonder what it is.

“You want to take a guess?” Yang asks.

“Not really…You know I don’t like guessing games.”

“Fair enough.” Yang walks over and unravels the fabric on Blake’s face. The faunus blinks a little when light hits her eyes again but quickly gets her sight back. She turns her gaze downward and looks at what Yang has given her. It is a bag of candy.

All sorts of sweets are inside the bag. Chocolate raging from milk, dark, white, and having a mix of something like caramel in it make up a lot of the bag. There also is some plain caramel squares, peppermints, salt water taffy, lemon drops, and a few more things scatted about. Yang has made a Willy Wonka worth of candy in the bag. Blake mouth starts to water at the sight.

“I know you have a bit of a sweet tooth and you love it when I take you to the store to get some stuff so I have been waiting for something like your birthday to roll around so I could make you some.” Yang sheepishly says. She has never given Blake a birthday present before, since Blake’s eighteen birthday happened when all hell was breaking loose and the two were separated. “I know you said you are not big on presents and what not but I thought that you would like this at least.”

Removing the silky black ribbon that keeps the bag shut, Blake slowly starts to open it. She pops one of the chocolates in her mouth. Right away it starts to melt. Blake smiles. “I love it, Yang. Thank you! These sweets are amazing.”

Yang grins and a small sigh of relief comes over her. “That’s good. Oh! I got one more sweet for you?”

Before Blake can say anything else, she feels Yang’s lips lock on hers. Blake nearly drops her bag of sweets as Yang wraps her arms around her body, holding Blake close. After taking a moment to register what has happened, Blake wraps her free arm around Yang’s body and happily accepts the kiss.

“You like that one?” Yang asks with a smirk.

“Course I do.” Blake replies.

Yang’s grin grows, joy radiates off of her . The blonde looks at the bag in Blake’s hand and pokes it with her metal index finger. “So, which one of these do you like best? I want to know for next time. I’ll still make a nice mix but I’ll make more of your favorite.”

Blake looks through the bag and thinks. There are so many to choose from and so many that she loves. Yang patiently waits for Blake to answer her. She actually really loves watching how deep in thought Blake has become. The faunus has started to pick up on Yang’s habit of sticking out her tongue to think. The blonde resists every muscle in her body telling her to kiss Blake. For now, she just enjoys the cuteness.

“I think that I like the peanut butter fudge the best. I remember you making it once before and I really loved it and I can see some pieces in there now.” Blake pops one of said sweets in her mouth.

“Then I will make you more of that next time around.”

“Since you asked me, what is your favorite sweet?”

Yang’s grin turns into a soft smile. She closes her eyes and places her forehead on Blake’s. “That’s easy. You are.”

Blake nearly drops her bag again. She feels her face become quite hot and she stutters out a ‘Thank you’. Yang chuckles and gives Blake one more kiss on the forehead.

“Happy nineteenth birthday, Blakey-Belle.”

Hogwarts Preferences

The Sorting

Mikey: You stood nervously with a group of girls that you’d sat with on the train over here, picking at the unfamiliar fabric of the heavy robes adourning your small figure. “So, Y/N, what house do you hope you’ll be put in?” One of the girls-Hermione, you think was her name-asked you, with wide, brown eyes. “I don’t really have a preference. I’m just glad to me here.” You said sheepishly, and the two other girls giggled, then started whispering. You blushed, but Hermione came to stand beside you, leaving the other two behind. “I agree with you. I’m just happy to be here. I’m muggle-born, so this was a real shock.” She said quietly, and you gave her a surprised look, but recovered quickly. “Oh wow, that’s so cool. Me mum’s a witch, but me dad’s a muggle. They were so happy for me to be asked to come here.” Hermione smiled. “That’s great! I’ve read a lot about Ravenclaw, and I just really hope that I might get picked from there. Where was your mum?” “Oh, she was a Hufflepuff, so I might get placed there. That’s fine with me, as long as I learn.” You said, and she opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by two boys horsing around that jostled her. “Excuse you.” She said behind her, and then two boys looked up into her eyes, realizing what they just did. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to run ya over. I’m Calum.” The one said with jet black hair and tan skin. The other stood there, giggly, completely boyish. “Yes, it’s fine. I’m Hermione Granger.” She said, tilting her chin ever so slightly. “’M names Michael.” The boy with dusty blonde hair said, and you found yourself thinking he was actually quite cute. “Who’re you?” The boy named Calum asked, and you blushed before replying. “Oh, I’m Y/N.” “Nice name.” He said, and your blush darkened. “You’re cute.” Michael said, which made Hermione giggle and you to duck your head sheepishly. “Thanks.” You murmured, and then another boy was calling them over to him. “Sorry, gotta go. Good luck!” Calum called out behind him, grabbing ahold of Michael’s robes and tugging him after him.

Hermione and you stood in line, and you found yourself right behind Michael and Calum. Hermione was nervously talking your ear off, and you were only half listening, too focused on your palms sweating and the heat rising in the room. Professor McGonnagal began to call students by their last names, and soon enough it was your turn. You quickly climbed the steps, plopping yourself down onto the stool, earning a thumbs up from Hermione, Calum, and Michael. You tried to ignore the hundreds of pairs of eyes on you, but failed. The hat mumbled and grumbled about bashfulness, intelligence, and then empathy, only to pin-point the courage coursing through your veins, yet to be discovered. You held your breath, confused for a moment, before the old moldy hat shouted “GRYFFINDOR!” and a table to the far right erupted in cheering and applause. Blushing harder than ever, you stumbled over the table, joining the fellow first years alone before being introduced to many friendly people. Hermione joined you later, and so did Michael, giving you a massive grin before tucking into the waiting feast.

Calum: You flicked you hair over your shoulder, adjusting your robes as your life-long friend talked about which house she wanted to be placed in. You came from a family of pure-bloods, though you secretly hated that term, even if everyone in your family thought it left them to be entitled. Your brother, Draco, stood to your side, with his nose stuck high in the air as he droned on and on about the broom he’d been riding all summer long to Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. “Y/N, did you hear what I just said?” Your friend asked, her wide eyes peering into yours. “Hm, no, sorry I wasn’t paying that much attention.” You said, and she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you. I asked if you got a look at any of the upper years?” She asked you, and you gave a small ‘oh’ before shaking your head no. “Are you alright?” She asked, and you nodded quickly, but Draco had heard, and turned to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, and you dismissed him. “Nothing, just a bit nervous is all.” He scoffed. “What d'you have to be nervous about? Mum and Dad already assured us that we’d be placed in Slytherin, so you don’t have to worry about your house.” Everyone was suddenly staring at you, and true to your name, you turned to coldness, glaring at them to back off. “I’m going in front of a bunch of older years, of course I’m nervous. Just drop it.” You spat, and they did just that, murmuring lowly to each other. Draco got in a bit of a tiff with a boy named Harry Potter, whom you knew from the papers. You gave him an apologetic look, and he nodded at you before walking off. Then a boy named Neville’s toad hopped out of his hands, and you jumped at the opportunity to help him, catching it and handing it to him, ignoring everyone’s whispers. “T-thanks.” He mumbled, disappearing into the crowd before you could say anything. Sighing, you got back in line.

You all marched into the hall, but you hung back from your friends, your head still held high though you felt like curling in bed and never getting out. “Hey, you’re Y/N, Malfoy’s sister, right?” A boys with an accent tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned slightly, letting him catch up. He was actually quite cute, even if he had a baby face. “Uhh, yeah. Y/N.” You said, and he nodded, shaking your hand sideways. “I’m Calum. I saw you help poor Neville.” “Yeah, I just didn’t want him to loose his pet. I wish I could have gotten a pet like that.” “Why didn’t you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Because my father screamed at me for an hour about not having a sophisticated pet before spending two galleons on an owl that is never around. “Oh, ya know, just parents are allergic and all.” “To toads?” He asked, clearly amused, and you just shrugged. “Well, maybe one day you can come see my pet.” He said, and you lifted your eyebrows. “Yeah? What d'you have?” “I have a cat! Her name is Humphrey.” He said, and you giggled a bit at the name. “What?” He asked, and you just shook your head. “Nothing, I like it. Maybe I will come see him.” “Yeah, that would be cool.” You then fell into a whispered conversation about which houses you would be placed in, and he had to leave you to get sorted. He was placed into Hufflepuff, and you sighed, knowing that you’d never see him that much around school now. You’d hoped to get new friends while you were here, because you were tired of the judgemental people you were always around. You sulked up to the stool when you were called, and then straightened because you knew you’d get it if your parents were here. A heavy sigh passed your lips when the hat was placed on your head, and while it had taken it a mere seconds to place your brother in Slytherin, it was taking a very long time for you. It was quietly mumbling things you couldn’t understand, and everyone was staring at you like you were a zoo animal. A blush crept onto your skin, and then the hat suddenly burst with a name. “HUFFLEPUFF IT IS!” He shouted, and a sudden weight was lifted off your eleven-year-old chest. You joined the table, though everyone else was slowly clapping, Calum was proud, his thundering applause easily heard. You joined in, brushing elbows when you sat down, shaking hands with a few third and second years. Calum grinned down at you, and you returned it. “Happy now?” He asked, and you nodded. “Very.”

Luke: You were the weird girl. You always had been, and always would be. You were either buried in a book or spending all your time outside, inquiring about the universe and everything in it. People naturally over-looked and avoided you, especially when you started to show signs of being a witch. You were the freak and the headcase that no one wanted anything to do with. Your parents, although muggles, were extremely relieved to be sending you to a school that was fine-tuned to your…abilities. You were also looking forward to it, but not on the day you got to the train.

You found an emtpy compartment, scooting all the way to the window to wave goodbye to your crying parents. You’d promised to write, even if them recieving an owl was a little odd. You thought you’d be riding alone, until two boys came struggling through the door of your compartment. “Hi, I’m Luke, and this is Calum. D'you mind if we ride with you?” He asked, and you slowly shook your head, a little startled. “I’m Y/N.” “Hey, I have a cousin named that! I think.” Calum said, looking a little lost. “Luke, you gonna help with this, or no?” He asked, struggling to stick a big box on top of the rack for loose items. “Fine, weirdo.” Luke mumbled, and you giggled a little bit. “What is that?” You asked, and they grinned down at you. “You have just found yourself amoung the most genious inventors of all time.” Calum winked, and you blushed. “Where are those little rats-THERE THEY ARE! FRED I FOUND EM!” A boy with flaming red hair called, sliding the door to your compartment open even more so that another, identical boy, could shuffle in the door. “Hey, Weasleys!” Luke said, holding out his arms. Weasley? What’s a Weasley? They exchanged friendly banter while you just sat there, confused. “Ah, and who’s this bird?” The one called Fred asked. Or George. Or Fred. “This here is Y/N, and she must be a first year, because none of us has seen her.” Calum said, plopping down across from you. The rest took seats, and the cute blonde named Luke sat beside you. “That right, a first year?” One of the twins drawled, a grin on his face. You shyly nodded. “What are you all?” You asked timidly, and they shared a secret smile before answering. “Georgie and I are third years-” “And these handsome guys are second years.” “Oh.” You said, giggling a bit. Luke smiled down at you, and you blushed. That would explain why they were dressed up and knew each other so well. “Well then, you are just one lucky girl. We’ll show you aaaaall the ropes.” Fred said, and you believed them.

They cheered the loudest when you were placed in Gryffindor, and you hurried your way over there, blushing the entire time. You were sat in a seat between Calum and Luke, and they immediately began introducing you to all sorts of people that you weren’t prepared to meet, but met anyways. It was hard to get your out of your shell, but they’d somehow managed, especially Luke, on the train ride over. It seemed you never stopped laughing, and Luke just kept on cracking jokes, which he seemingly never did because the boys teased him about it. But here you sat, the laughter picking up as soon as the feast began, and then it was over and they promised to meet you tomorrow to show you around the school. It seemed this was a fantastic new beginning.

Ashton: Your laughter with your friends was interrupted by a handsome boy with green eyes. It wasn’t purposeful, he just somehow stumbled into your group of friends, immediately blushing and mumbling all sorts of apologies, glaring over your shoulder. “It’s okay. What’s your name? ’M Y/N Weasley.” You said, holding out your hand for him to shake. Cautiously, he grabbed your hand, pumping it once before dropping it. “I’m Ashton, and I’m sorry about the interference, my wanker friends shoved me into your circle in hopes of embarrassing me.” “Did it work?” You laughed, and he cracked a half-smile. “Uhh, maybe just a little.” He admitted, and you giggled. “Yeah, probably what I’d have guessed. Where are your friends?” You asked, and he pointed right behind you to a group of around four or five guys, snickering. You lifted your hand high and waved at them, effectively shushing them all and grinning. “Well, that was fun. Want to meet some new people?” You asked the wide-eyed boy, and he only nodded before letting you tug him by his robes through the sea of first-years waiting for McGonnagal. You led him over to your brother Ron, who was stood talking to a Harry, a boy you’d met on the train. “Guys, this is Ashton. He stumbled quite literally into my circle of friends.” You said, and he blushed a little bit, nodding at the two boys. “Your idiotic friends.” Ron mumbled, and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t be cross because none of them think you’re cute.” You scolded, and he rolled his eyes at you. “I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” The boys with glasses and black hair said, extending his hand for Ashton. He shook it, mumbling his name even though you’d already said it. “I’m Ron.” The red head said, clearly your brother. “So, what house are you hoping to be put into?” Ron asked, and Ashton shrugged. “I don’t really care, I guess. Any house is fine with me.” “Even Slytherin?” Ron asked, not smugly, just a question. “What’s bad about that?” He and Harry asked at the same time, and you rolled your eyes as Ron began his whole schpeel about bad witches and wizards. “Oh, shut it, Ron. All you’re doing is telling scaring camp-fire stories.” You said, and he glared. “Nuh uh! You know it’s true.” He fought back, and so began the sibling banter before Ashton took you to meet his friends.

You had been waiting for this moment your whole child-hood, and you felt the pressure now more than ever to be placed into Gryffindor with all your brothers. Ashton was there too, looking bit lost as most of his friends had not even been sorted yet, and the one that had ended up in Hufflepuff. You took a massive breath, settling yourself on the stool and waiting for the hat to sort you. It had barely been on your head a few seconds before it bellowed for the whole town to hear, “GRYFFINDOR!” and the large house broke out into applause and hoots. You happily skipped your way over to the table, high-fiving your siblings and plopping into the empty seat beside a now smiley Ashton. “Mind if I sit here?” You asked, and he shook his head, his dimples catching your eye. “No, not at all.”


I’m starting a new 5SOS Hogwarts AU series! Request anything you think I should add!! Thanks babiesss lemme know if you liked it!  

Title: Misunderstandings 

Rating: G

Summary: Kashima’s usual confidence falters when she see’s something that makes her worry about the way she looks. 

A/N: Its my first horishima fic, oh lord what have i gotten myself into. I hope you guys like it! (Also let me know if you want some smut heh)

 She didn’t know why she was in the girl’s bathroom, alone. It was already 20 minutes past time for the drama club to start, and no doubt Hori-senpai was already looking for her but she couldn’t face him right now.

Kashima had always known what she looked like, it was obvious to everyone including her. She knew she was attractive and she used that to her advantage all the time but she wasn’t very feminine and she had always been fine with that.

Until right now.

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Flattery - Luke Hemmings One Shot

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a/n: this is basically luke fluff that made me very emotional
word count: 920
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When you woke up, the sun was shining through the large window across from your bed, giving you the perfect view of the ocean right outside. You were cuddled into Luke’s side, your legs entangled with his much longer ones. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist and the other was soothingly rubbing your hair. You glanced up at Luke and saw that he was staring out of the window, thinking deeply about something.

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anonymous asked:

SSS for the act?(:

sure, here you go:

She quickly stops the music on her phone, standing up straight and tugging at the bottom of her towel. Her face feels hot, and her eye looks like a toddler took a black Sharpie to it.

Peeta makes a sound of protest when the song abruptly stops. “Aw, we were just getting started.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” she accuses, trying to appear nonplussed as she spools some toilet paper off the roll to fix the eyeliner mishap. How long had he been standing there exactly? She thought he was on The Peacekeepers’ bus playing XBox games.

“Haymitch wants us in the lobby in 10 minutes. How long were you in the shower exactly?” he asks. She has no idea. The hot water felt too good on her sore body, and she zoned out for a while when she’d initially stepped into the shower.

Peeta pushes off the doorway with his shoulder and steps into the bathroom. Katniss hugs the towel around her tighter, glaring at his reflection. He’s trying to rattle her, she knows. So she decides to not give him the satisfaction. So what if she’s in nothing but a towel in front of him?

“I didn’t know you liked Taylor Swift,” she says instead, vigorously wiping at the corner of her eye and tossing the used toilet paper into the waste basket.

Peeta scoffs as he moves to the sink. “What’s not to like? She’s cute–”

“–blonde and tall, with legs like an Amazon,” Katniss finishes dryly. “Of course. She’s just your type.”

He shoots her an unreadable look in the mirror. “Actually, I was going to say she’s beautiful, plays guitar, writes catchy songs and is a great role model.” An assessing pause. “I don’t think you know my type at all.”

t0rithebull  asked:

Hi! So Bellarke : I'm at the dog park and I like to make up breeds when people ask what kind of dog I have (venetian dabney, brown feta, high Presbyterian, Filius Canis -which is Latin for son of a bitch, etc.) and you're on to me. COULD be set in "I've had a really nice time but my dogs need to be fed" but doesn't have to.

The rational part of Bellamy knows that people who ask what kind of dog he has are not being assholes. It’s a very common question. But he feels sort of offended on Scylla’s behalf. Who cares if she’s a mutt? She’s the best dog ever. It doesn’t matter what specific breeds she’s made up of. 

He might also be projecting a little. He gets too many questions about his own ethnic makeup to not bristle when people ask. He knows it’s not the same thing, knows that’s not what anyone means, but still. Every time he goes to the dog park, at least one person asks what kind of dog she is, and even if they sound impressed, it still rankles him.

So he came up with a system.

“What a beautiful dog,” a girl with a tiny, yappy terrier says. “He has such a beautiful pattern on his fur. What kind is he?”

She’s the third person today to ask, and Bellamy isn’t running out of smart-ass responses, but that’s just because he likes to sit around coming up with fake dog breeds in his spare time. It’s fun.

“She’s a Throat Warbler Mangrove,” he says, straight-faced. “Very rare. Excellent plumage.”

“Wow. I’ve never seen even heard of that. Where did you get her?”


She frowns at that. “You can’t get dogs on eBay, can you?”

“Oh, yeah, you can get anything on eBay.”

He hears someone snort and turns to see a blonde girl sitting on a bench with a sketchbook. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to them, but she’s the only one around, and she’s been here for a while, now that he thinks about it. She looks vaguely familiar. 

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lalaleliana  asked:

really silly drabble idea: consider enjolras and combeferre with kitten!courfeyrac :>

oh my gosh.

Coming home to find Enjolras furiously typing away on his laptop wasn’t exactly unusual for Combeferre; in fact, it was probably more common that the contrary.

What was unusual, however, was finding Enjolras, furiously typing away on his laptop with a kitten on his legs.

“Hello,” Enjolras greeted Combeferre, barely looking up. “I adopted a kitten.”

Combeferre blinked.

“I can see that,” he said, taking off his eyes. The kitten stretched a little, blinking one eye open. “Uh. Why?”

“Apparently, his owner - my cousin - figured she was allergic,” Enjolras rolled her eyes. “Or her new boyfriend was, I think. I’m not sure. Actually, I didn’t ask. Didn’t want to know. But he’s cute, isn’t he?”

And he was, there was no arguing that. He was a pretty, scruffy little grey thing, and he was - wearing a shirt? A tiny little shirt, with snap-on buttons and a pocket in a front, obviously made for a very fashionable small child. Combeferre didn’t realise he was staring until Enjolras stopped typing to properly look at him, blonde curls bouncing off his forehead, lips turned in a pout.

“I can find someone else if you don’t want to keep him,” he said softly. “I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

Combeferre shook his head. 

“No, it’s fine, I’m happy, truly,” he smiled, looking into Enjolras’s concerned blue eyes. When his friend smiled back, he continued. “But - why is he wearing a shirt?”

“Oh, yeah,” Enjolras his work aside and drew the kitten onto his lap. “Watch. Here, Courf, come here. There we go,” he started to remove the little shirt.

The kitten immediately reacted, stretching and moewing, trying to get away from Enjolras - but he was but a tiny kitten, and quickly enough, Enjolras had taken the shirt off.  And as soon as it was gone, the kitten - Courf - started making whiny little sounds against Enjolras’ arm, reaching with a paw towards the shirt, a pained expression on his face.

“I don’t know why,” Enjolras explained, giving in and putting the little shirt back on the kitten, “But he loves this shirt. Starts crying as soon as it’s gone. I looked it up on Internet, but nothing came up. There doesn’t seem to have anything medically wrong with him, though, so I guess it’s not too bad.”

“He looks more fashionable than you,” Combeferre chuckled.

Enjolras shrugged.

“We can ask Joly about it, he’s our resident cat expert, after all,” Combeferre said, gently patting Courf’s head. “So, Courf, uh? Strange name for a cat.”

“It’s Courfeyrac, actually,” Enjolras said. “I guess Courf for short. I don’t know where it comes from, but that’s what he seems to recognize. Uh, Courf?”

The kitten stuck out his tongue in response, and snuggled deeper in Enjolras’ lap.