i dare you to call me mad

I'm gonna talk about why Maria Stark is infinitely important
  • infinitely

first off, to hell with the fucking notion that 616-maria didn’t love tony and tony never realized she loved him.

the universe realizes tony is a momma’s boy

in his dreams, maria is the one trying to offer input as to how he might lead a less miserable life. (also he reaches for her and theres a fucking butterfly come the fuck on) note that we’re in tony’s head so of course his dream figures are like “you created your own problems” – the important part here is, maria is the one who gives advice

howard wanted a son to take over the name/stark industries. maria was ready to accept any sex.

also here’s something golden. tony stark says this to the demon incarnation of his father’s soul when they’re fighting in hell (i mean lol in case you needed proof howard is scum)

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

i know right

i really want to point to one specific part in this.

All that’s good in me… I learned from her.

now listen to me on this

to hell with the notion that tony’s heroic streak comes from howard :) ok. fuck that

sensitive boy


i’m gonna tell you who else was sensitive




like i understand that comic portrayal of women wasn’t/isn’t stellar. but at the same time – don’t do the thing where you say maria isn’t strong as a character just because she’s a woman that cries and is scared of her abusive husband after he becomes a raging alcoholic because newsflash not all women need to be SHIELD agents or superpowered physical kickers of ass in order to be worth your time. like we have no evidence that maria wasn’t a SHIELD agent like howard or whatever but even if she wasn’t (and i’d prefer it if she WASN’T) fuck the notion that women can’t be sensitive and feminine and also

fuck the idea that tony took after howard temper-wise, like

literally fuck that


the little boy who read about knights in the library. that’s not fucking howard stark. that’s the maria stark in tony

this. this is maria stark

and this. quiet and subdued tony stark












IT’S FUCKING BULLSHIT because how dare you

i mean. lets go back to that quote

She loved me. Loved us both. Unconditionally. All that’s good in me, all you call “weakness” — the compassion, the caring, everything decent — I learned from herAnd that gives me the will, the need, the strength — to ultimately do — whatever’s necessary.

“She loved me. … Unconditionally.”

how dare you take this certainty away from tony

literally how in the fuck dare you


this is the hallucination from fatal frontier HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU TWIST TONY’S PERCEPTION OF MARIA LIKE THAT







Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.


Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,


It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.



  • cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse  
    Summary: “Eskild, please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of Even,” Isak begs, groaning when Eskild winces theatrically. “Oh, god, what did I do?” “You mean besides rubbing yourself against him like a cat and started taking your clothes off?” Eskild asks tentatively, giving him a pitying look when Isak lets out a noise of death and mortification. “If it helps he seemed to be enjoying your…attention?” * Isak doesn’t remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

  • I Don’t Know About You, But I Could Think Of A Metaphor Or Two by i_once_wrote_a_dream
    Summary: He knows he’s fucked up. Crazy. Literally. Clinically insane.

  • sugar spreads happiness by Bellakitse 
    Summary: Isak and Even try to bake cupcakes for kose, this time no one interrupts their time in Isak’s kitchen.* Set after the almost kiss of episode three.


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luna and leviathan
  • Luna: *summons her* Hello Goddess of the Sea we would like your blessing for Noctis and assista--
  • Luna: yikes. chill.
well who is ready ?

A/N: First of all, I’m new here so basically I will reblog a lot of my fav texts from 13rw and 5sos. Little warning English isn’t my mother language and I will do my best while writing the stories ( British English I guess ). I will use Grammarly ( If you don’t know what Grammarly is so basically it’s a grammar app that you can install to your Pc/ Mac and it helps you to correct the wrong grammars/spellings in your text. So you don’t need to wait any longer cause to story will start now. 

P.S Tbh I’m so sorry to people out there who like Tony as gay ( tbh he is adorable ). And He is the only one that I can see as this character in this “fic/smut” cause he hella hot and y’all can’t deny it.  

Pairing: Tony Padilla/ Christian Navarro x Reader ( Or anyone else in the series you can just imagine someone else in it ) 

Word Count: 1178 

Warning: “Slightly smut, light swearing? 

Tony drove quietly with his red car along the road before he stopped at my house. We had a fight yesterday before that because he wasn’t honest with me about these tapes that Hannah had left behind for us all. I was, of course, upset that Hannah had decided to commit suicide. Cause she had been such an important friend to me. 

I accidentally overheard about the tapes when Clay had come to Tony’s garage and started screaming about it. I was just coming from the house to the garage when I heard Tony’s calm voice, telling that everything will be okay and that Tape 11 ( Clay’s Tape ) won't be so bad. So long story short I went to ask about them ( tapes ) and Tony started shouting to me and then I screamed at him telling that I can’t be with someone who isn't being honest with me. The situation got kinda out of the hands and I left his house in anger. 

And now He was knocking on the door. I was still a bit mad at him because he dared to say to me that maybe we should break up. I pulled the curtains fast when I saw Tony looking at my room. I jumped on my bed and I didn’t stay even for 5 seconds when my phone ring, when I was checked whoever was calling me… Of course, my love, Tony Padilla. I rolled my eyes before I answered my phone. 

“Hey Y/N, I think I just saw you stalking me from your room,” He said and laughed nervously. 

“ Do you have something to say Tony Padilla ” I answered very rudely.

“Wow, baby don't get so rude… Can you open the door I think its locked" 

I rolled my eyes once again and squeezed hard before I opened my window and dropped the keys. Tony spread a huge smile of gratitude before he opened the door and came in. I went back to my bed and took my favorite poem book, Milk, and Honey. Next thing I felt was Tony’s strong hands on my waist and turning me around. He looked at my face and then stroke my hair to my cheek before peppering kisses at my face. 

"God I have missed you” He whispered in my ear. Then his lips met mine. I didn’t remember how sweet his lips tasted…I had been like almost 48 hours without him cuddling or just being with me and now when he was just right next to me on me. He pinned my hands above my head. As he moved his way to my neck and kissing my sweet spot which made me moan.Then his warm hands found their place on my waist and little by little my shirt started to rise up. 

“Damn Y/N do that again “ he whispered and started sucking at that spot making me moan little louder. “Just like that princess,“ he said and attached his lips to mine and it made to feel his hard length so I started to rub my thighs around him. 

“Wow, baby girl you are gonna regret that soon, ”   Tony said just before he took my shirt above my head. Now I was shirtless and he could see everything and I started to blush. “ You are so fucking beautiful “ he said while leaving kisses down on my body. 

He takes my thighs to his hands and starts to kiss my inner thighs and he did the sexiest thing ever aka looked deeply into my eyes. 

“ Well looks like someone is ready ” he said in teaseful voice while he started slowly to take my panties off.

“ Nice try… I wasn’t the one who came here with a hard on”I shot back which was a wrong move. I started to moan loudly.

“ I said you will regret it…and your punishment are orgasms ( I’m shocked I have never written a smut but wtf is this omlll ) Y/N, so come to my mouth so I can drink your juices down” he suddenly says in deep dominant voice what makes me more turned on. His tongue feels so good inside of me and my moans start to become more intense, deeper and higher… ( if you  know what do I mean )

“hmmm… Just like that baby” he said as he slid 2 fingers inside making me edging. It didn’t make long before I came and he took it all. And before I could rest he started kissing me with his tOnGue. (He was already in his boxer )

“Wanna taste yourself? It’s so sweet” he whispered between kisses. He gave me some time to breathe when he started kissing on my neck and then my breasts. I guess Tony wasn’t done with me as he twisted my nipple while sucking other. Then suddenly he stopped and took his boxer down making my eyes wide open. 

“Y/N can you see how hard you have made me ? …… I don’t think you have made me this hard, to be honest” he said and started stroking. 

“ What do you mean with ‘i have never made you this hard’ are you telling me that you have horny with me all the time? “ I almost scream at him in shook 

“Yes, bella every time when we are together you make me wanna pin you to the nearest bed and fuck you until you beg me to stop”  as he kissed me softly until entering in. “Does that feel good Y/N? You don’t know how long I have waited ‘til I could shoot my cum inside of you…hmmm I’m about to come” he moans and he thrusts in and out. I never knew this slight of dom and sweet Tony but I wanted it to be shown more often. [ ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) ] 

His thrusts became harder, which caused him to go deep. I moaned out, feeling Tony hit my G-spot as I bounced from the force of his thrusts. I tried to tell him that I was close but there was no use. When Tony pushed himself in fully and rolled his hips I came under. My thighs shook as I came around him. (aGAIN) He groaned as he came after me and literally fell on me. 

“Ugh… Tony, you are heavy” I whined and he started pressing down.

“What did you say, honey ?” he said gently as he stroked my hair.

“I said that you are heavy and I want to go to clean myself” I whimpered and tried ( unsuccessfully ) push him. 

“But you are so cute and I’m not sure if you won’t come back” he whined 

“I promise that nothing is going happen when I take a shower”

“Then I will come with you so I can ensure that nothing is not gonna happen” he grinned as he let go of me.  When I was in shower he came to bathroom and looked at me 

“Round 2 ?” 

A/N I have ever written a smut so I’m sorry if this sucked :’(( But I.m just jamming to Paramore’s new album and Harry’s one too and I can’t handle it atm 😭😭❤️ 

my current mood: 


Ponyboy comes home from University… (Modern) 

Ponyboy took in the familiar surrounding, at the same old vacant lot he and Johnny used to spend so much time in. He had driven past the same fountain he had nearly been drowned in, he saw the same DX station and he felt trapped. 

You see, had gotten out, he got that full ride Darry wanted him to get and he got into one of the best universities in America; Yale. And he studied Literature, Philosophy and film and media studies… Darry had wanted him to take up a law degree, but Ponyboy had his heart set. 

To be completely honest, he wanted nothing more than to see Tulsa in his rear view mirror. This place had nothing but bad memories. This was the place almost everyone he loved had died. His mum and dad, Johnny, Dallas… and two years ago even Two-Bit lost his life. 

The only person left in the gang was Darry, Soda, Steve and himself, and boy did he feel lost without all his brothers. 

When he got that scholarship to Yale, it was the happiest day of his life… because it meant he was nearly 22 hours away from this place. 

But today he came for a reason… and that reason was sitting beside him in the passenger seat holding his hand tightly in his, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. 

“I can’t go in” Ponyboy said softly, his hands grasped the wheel of the car so tight that his knuckles were turning pale white. He had stopped on the curb and he looked over at his house in trepidation. 

“You can go in” Dean said softly. “I know you’re worried about what’s going to happen-” 

“Worried?” Ponyboy muttered. “Try so scared that I think I’m going to shit my pants. They’re my brothers, they’re the only family that I have left. I can’t lose them… Darry, he, he- God, he dropped everything so he could finish raising me and my brother. He was on his way to becoming a lawyer. He could’ve had everything he wanted and he gave it all up for us, he is going to be so mad that he gave it all up for a fag-” 

“Don’t you dare call yourself something so demeaning. If he is as great as you say he is then he is not going to make a big deal out of something as trivial as you being gay. He raised you, he knows your heart and your soul. You know what, if this is such a big deal for you then don’t tell them. Come back another time.”

“I can’t do that, Dean… it’s not fair on you. It’s not fair on me. We’ve been together for what, 3 years? I’ve met your whole family and I haven’t even told mine about you… I can’t keep doing that to you, I know it’s upsetting you.” 

“I just want you to be happy.” 

“And I love you so much for that.” Ponyboy smiled softly as he picked up Dean’s hand and pressed it to his softly. “I need to do this.” 

“I know…” Ponyboy unbuckled his seat belt and left the engine running. “I’ll text you when I’m done, okay?” 

“Okay, I’m gonna go grab a bite to eat anyway, I’m starved.” 

Ponyboy could only muster a mere nod as he walked away from his boyfriend. He stood in the middle of his drive way and took in the house one last time, just in case he wasn’t ever welcome to step foot inside it again. He took every last detail in, breathed in every familiar smell and prayed to God this wouldn’t be the last time. 

“Pony!” Sodapop yelled, pulling him out of his reverie as he felt his big brother’s arms wrap around him loosely. “God Ponyboy, I’ve missed you.” Sodapop mussed his little brother’s hair gently. “You’ve grown, you’re so tall!” 

“You’re acting as though you haven’t seen me in years…” Ponyboy stopped talking- because he realized it probably has been years since he last saw him. 

“Ponyboy.” Darry said simply in his gruff voice… “You’re home.” 

Darry was still too rough without meaning to be. He wrapped his arms around Ponyboy in a vice like grip, squeezing the life right out of him until he was breathless and panting. 

“I’m home” Ponyboy agreed. 

“Come inside, you must be starving! I made your favourite” Darry smiled, wrapping an arm around his little brother. “Soda helped, somehow he actually managed to turn the bacon purple.” 

“Hey, it wasn’t that hard…” He shrugged his shoulders and Ponyboy heart began to beat uncontrollably in his chest. 

He didn’t know what he’d do if Tulsa became just another bad memory in his mind. 

Celebration drabble #1: “How did you think this was gonna go, Y/N?”

John x reader for @wheresthekillswitch (why can’I tag you?).

No smut

Originally posted by heytheredeann

6 feet and 2 inches of mad as hell Winchester was towering over you, chest heaving out of anger and shortness of breath. He scowled down at you, pinning you to the spot with those intense hazel eyes. You had taken a stupid fucking risk, and you knew that perfectly well. He was right to be pissed at you. The werewolf was still alive and you’d both had to run for you goddamn lives.

“John -” you started, wanting to explain, but he cut you right off.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” He barked, his face awash with anger and fear. “How did you think this was gonna go, Y/N?”

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Endgame alternative ending - Reggie x Reader

A/N: Since I have gotten a request for Endgame to end with the reader and Reggie and the reader and Veronica, I have decided to put out 2 alternative endings to Endgame where the ending is after part 3, I will write these before anything else because as y’all know, I love to please my followers!!! Gotta keep you lovelys happy xx ORIGINAL ENDGAME WILL HAVE MORE PARTS AND JUGHEAD AND THE READER END UP TOGETHER, THESE ARE ALTERNATIVE ENDINGS xxx 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Word count: 1423

Warnings: Same as the other Endgame warnings xox

“Reg, please” you whisper, “Alright, I’m done, just for you Y/N” he leant down and kissed you on the cheek, making eye contact with Jughead, he pulled away and grinned “Friends?” he asked, “Of course, you want to crash at mine later?” before he could answer he was knocked to the ground, you turned to see who it was.


“What the fuck?” you scream at Jughead as you kneel down by Reggie’s side, he has a small cut on the top of his face, “Are you alright Reg?” you asked, he nodded as he stood back up.

“You’re dead, Jones” he growled as he started charging for the raven-haired boy.

“Woah woah woah” you said as you put your hands on Reggie’s chest, standing between him and Jughead.

“Reggie, let’s just go home, okay? Please?” you whisper, Reggie looks down at you, then back at Jughead, he sighs and agrees, “Let me go get my stuff” he says, “Meet me out front in 10?” you nod as he walks away.

You turn your head to the Jones boy, “What the actual fuck, Jughead. What was that for?” you could swear you could feel steam coming from your ears you were so angry.

“He was talking shit an-”

“Was he?” you yell, Jug’s face dropped as his eyes met yours, “Was he talking shit Jughead? Or was it the truth” you say sternly. Betty walked towards Jughead which made your blood boil more, “Y/N” she started, “No, don’t even put your two cents in Betty.” you growl, “I told you guys I was fine with your decision to be together, so don’t you dare get angry at my decision to chose Reggie’s side on this” you snap as you turn to walk out the door, leaving a very stunned Betty and Jughead.

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The CEO (M) - Finale

Pairing - Chanyeol x Reader 
Genre - Smut 
Word count - 2369
Dedicated to - @chanyoel

“Morning.” he said with a low, raspy voice.

“Why… What are you still doing here?” I asked sitting up on the bed.

“Woke up several minutes ago… “ he answered, putting on his boxer shorts. He approached the balcony and looked outside. “Wow, the view is amazing…” he smiled scratching his tummy. The view was, in fact, amazing. The blue ocean, beach, it looked like a paradise. He turned back to me. I was pale white, ready to burst into tears.

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Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt.4)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Holy hell… episode 10 was really something, I don’t know whether it’s perfect or not that I decided to wait until now to post Y/N’s speech about Cheryl… I think some Cheryl fans might appreciate my nicer interpretation to our ginger after what we just saw… so obviously Cheryl’s gonna be a bit ooc tonight, enjoy!

Also let it be known I’m not a Cheryl defender, she is pretty downright manipulative, I had most of this written before the fifth episode even came out

Part 1, Part 2Part 3


Previously: Betty went over to each of the boys and hugged them as she whispered something to each of them, before making her way over to me. I stood up and met her halfway as she gripped me in a tight hug, both of us letting out a few tears. “You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for Y/N” She whispered in my ear as she squeezed me tighter. “I meant everything I said Betty.” “I know you did, that’s what makes it perfect.”

We broke apart and sat down at our spots, wiping a few tears away. I noticed Veronica wipe her eyes quickly before she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Well, I think that concludes Y/N’s interpretation of our lovely Betty Cooper here. So,” She turned to me, mischief in her eyes. “Who’s next on your hit list Y/N?”

“Cheryl,” I said, turning my body to her as we gave each other a playful glare. “If I had to compare you to an animal, you’d be a viper, beautiful and dangerous all at once. You strike with speed and precision, and you always know how much venom to use when you’re in a fight. You also have a tendency to be a bit spiteful at times too.” Cheryl mock-gasped as she swatted my arm, I giggled before continuing.

Honestly the only reason I still put up with you is because I know you can be a nice person. I’ve seen you be kind, sweet, and caring, I’ve seen you be those things, so don’t tell me that you’re not.” I emphasized before she could speak, Cheryl shut her mouth and glared. “You’ve always put up this negative front to block people out and keep them away, you do this in self-defense, just like how a viper will give a dry bite in the hopes of scaring off potential predators, Chery.” She groaned at my nickname for her. “But I know deep down you’re just like the rest of us, you have fears and insecurities and you’re stressed as all hell because of your parents; because for some reason no matter what we do we’ll never be good enough for them,” Cheryl grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed hers back before continuing.

“I know you’ll always have my back, even when we fight over the dumbest things, I know you’ll be there for me. You know me inside and out. You can always tell when something’s wrong and exactly what’s bothering me, sometimes before I even know myself. You always know the best way to cheer me up, even if it means pissing off your hellspawn parents.” Cheryl chuckled before quickly coughing, obviously trying to cover it up. Everyone else grinned at her, pleased to see a nicer side to the ginger for once. I snickered before taking in a deep to continue.

“You may be a bit aggressive at times, but I understand why. With everything that’s happened here since July,” I saw her flinch slightly, I scooted closer and turned her towards me. “It’s been horrible, and I’m truly sorry, I know how close you two were, how close the three of us were,” A few tears fell down my face as I spoke the last part a little quieter, I wiped it away and cleared my throat before continuing. “I know you need support now more than ever, and you have every right to lash out at everyone and anyone… to an extent though,” I stressed, looking at her. “There are times you need to lash out in a less destructive manner, which is where I come in.” I grinned at her.

“You’ve been my friend ever since we were five Chery, you and Jay were so nice to me that day we met at Pop’s.” We both smiled at each other, remembering that day. “I’d only just walked in when you two came up to me and asked my name. You said my hair looked pretty while JJ complimented my outfit. You two asked our parents if we could sit in our own booth while Jay flashed them a grin and took our hands to go look for one, not bothering to wait for either of our parent’s responses.” We both chuckled at the memory. “You two told me that from then on we were going to friends no matter what, you even had me sit right in between you guys, do you remember why?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl flushed slightly and pouted. “Yes Y/N, I do.” She sassed. “Well good, you can tell everyone here why then.” I said as I gave her a smug look.

Everyone turned their eyes to the ginger as her face flushed more. “Really Y/N, why can’t you say it?” “Because the others need to see why I chose you to be one of my friends Chery! Hearing me defend you all the time isn’t the same as seeing why I defend you so much and consider you one of my closest friends, now pluck up and tell them what you told me that day!” I laughed as Cheryl got ready to speak. “Fine,” She sighed before looking around at everyone. “I told Y/N that we were gonna be triplets from now on, because she looked so lonely and I didn’t want her to feel left out. I told her she was going to be my sister and Jason was going to be her brother.” Cheryl looked down as she tried not to cry, her bottom lip wavering slightly as she drew in a shuddering breath.

“Jason said it didn’t matter that Y/N looked a little different from us, he said that since I said we were triplets, then that’s what we were, that’s what we’ve been.” She murmured the last part as she wiped a tear away, a choked laugh coming out of her. I squeezed Cheryl’s hand and she looked up at me. “I remember we couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life,” “You said if we were going to be triplets we had to know everything about each other.” I cut in, smiling at her. She smiled back before continuing.

“We also asked if you’d made any other friends already, I didn’t want to share you with anybody else.” “You two were so clingy when we first started hanging out Cher,” I spoke up, mirth in my voice. “You and Jay always tried to keep me away from everybody else so that I would only focus on you two.” “Yeah,” Kevin spoke up. “I remember that! You and Jason would take turns keeping all of us away from Y/N!” Archie, Betty, and Jug nodded in agreement, remembering the first few weeks I moved in.

“In our defense you guys would do the same thing to us!” Cheryl argued, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at them. “Only because you started it!” Archie cut in, a smile forming on his lips. Before anyone else could say anything Veronica jumped in. “As wonderful as it is seeing Cheryl interacting with us positively, we’re gonna keep working on that don’t worry,” She directed to said ginger, I don’t think Y/N was done here.” She smiled at me as she motioned with her hand for me to continue. I thanked her before starting up again.

“As I was originally saying, you two kept asking me questions and telling me things about yourselves. We were there for hours, and when I had to leave you and JJ practically begged our parents to let me spend the night. You were so close to throwing a fit right there, and J wouldn’t even look at your parents the first time they said no. When they all finally agreed you were jumping up and down and just so excited, we didn’t go to sleep until close to 4a.m. that night.” I shook my head, laughing at the memory. Cheryl had a bittersweet smile on her face as her eyes started to water up, remembering that night as well.

“The three of us were so close growing up, you two always making sure I went to all your family events, especially the tree tapping ceremony.” We grinned at that, remembering it was coming up soon. “You and Jay always made sure I felt welcomed and loved by you two, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I’ve needed it, and I love you for that. You can always come to me when you need to get rid of anything on your chest Cheryl, I know everything about you anyways, so there’s no reason not to come to me.”

“I know how you like to dress on any given day, what your favorite movies and food are, your celebrity crush, your school crush-” Chery hit me with a pillow as she shushed me, her face blooming red all the while. I put my arms up and laughed before continuing. “I can also tell your emotions by one quick glance at you, I know what works best to make you feel better almost instantly, what songs help to calm you down…” I gripped her shoulders and shook them slightly, making sure she was paying complete attention to what I was saying.

“While you may not always be a “nice person” Cheryl, you are a good person, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. More importantly, you are your own person. You’re allowed to make decisions solely for yourself, just because you want to. You are allowed to think for yourself, despite what your parents want you to believe. You are in control, not them.” I took a deep breath, my eyes starting to water up as I gave a bittersweet smile before continuing.

“I love you Chery, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter how mad I may get at you, ALWAYS hun. You can always come to me for help, you know that. Especially if it involves those disgusting creatures that dare call themselves something as nurturing and caring as parents.” Cheryl let out a little snort at that as her eyes watered up. “Who cares what they think, they’re monsters, everything they say about you isn’t true. You’re so much more than what they tell you. You’re worth more than what they want you to believe. I’ll face their wrath with you whenever you need me to, and know that if you ever need to get away you are always welcome here. You’ll always have a family with me Cheryl, please don’t ever forget that. You’re my sister Cheryl, I love you.” I finished, my voice shaking by the end of it.

When I looked at her again Cheryl was trying so hard to keep her tears in, and when I opened my arms she practically jumped in them and started sobbing. We clutched each other for dear life as we let our tears fall freely, knowing that the others wouldn’t judge us. I could hear everyone starting to cry as well, I peeked up to see Betty and Veronica holding each other in a similar manner, crying on each other while Archie was rubbing Betty’s back as he wiped his own tears.

Kevin glared almost viciously at me through his tears as he angrily wiped at them, willing himself to calm down. When I looked at Jughead, I noticed how red his eyes were, filled to the brim with tears that surprisingly weren’t falling. Jughead got up quickly and left the room, returning a minute later with his arms full of tissue boxes. He went around the room and gave us each one, all of us mumbling something that sounded like a thanks as we graciously used the tissues to help calm ourselves down.

“You were my first real friend Y/N.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled away enough to look at me. My first real friend besides Jason, probably my only real friend. I’m sorry that I get defensive and that I can be vicious most of the time, especially to your other friends. I’m sorry I try to push you away sometimes too, just…” She paused as she drew in a quivering breath. “Just please, don’t leave me too.” I pulled her back in immediately and somehow managed hug her tighter as I whispered back. “I would never do that to you Cheryl, never.” We stayed like that as everyone around us started to calm down. Eventually we pulled apart, but we sat right next to each other, our sides practically melding together as one.

We wiped the last few tears away as I chuckled and looked around the room. “So, how’s everyone feeling?” As soon as I finished speaking Kevin threw a pillow, by the time I registered it flying in the air it hit me square in the face, Kevin growling something unintelligible (probably for the best) as he looked away from me. “Why do you keep making us cry Y/N?” Betty asked as she wiped her eyes, before I could respond Kevin jumped in. “It’s because Y/N hates us Betty!” He accused.

“If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

A/N: So, this was fun to write. I actually had this part pretty much done since part 1, and I guess it was a good idea that I decided to wait until now to post this. I feel like it wouldn’t have been right to do a fic about Cheryl without having Jason in it as well, and since we don’t have an accurate idea about Jason’s personality, I decided to take a little creative liberty with him. Let me know what you guys thought about it!

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Bts reaction to you having trouble with bullies:

This is for all the peaceful people out there who are dealing with bullies. Lots of love, I hope this makes you feel better, enjoy. ♡♡


Originally posted by poisondripp

He noticed that something fishy was going on when you returned home less enthusiastic than usual, so prepared you a rich meal of everything you loved, brushed your hair and even let you hug his Mario pillows. He wouldn’t want to pressure you into telling him what was wrong so he just threw in random hints. “Can’t a man love his girl? You are my princess, you deserve to be treated like that”


Originally posted by daeguboy

Oh it won’t take him long to realize you are feeling down. You would usually cause a lot of noise in your house, joking and playing around. But when he noticed your one word answers and tired expression, he felt worried. Hell he was scared. “Tell me baby girl, what is going on, oppa is here”


Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Jhope was always the perfect person to lift your spirits. So whenever you had a bad day, or things got too tough to handle on your own, you ran to him for help. Asking what to do. At first he was very worried. Asking you why you never brought this up. And you realised it was probably the right thing to do. Because his hourly texts of encouragement made you feel a lot more confident. “I have to hear your laugh to relax jagiya.”

Rap monster:

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

He often asked you if everything was going good at school. If you were being bothered or anything. So you waited for one of those days to pour it all out. Once you were done, teary eyed, he wiped your tears and kissed your forehead with so much tenderness. Telling you everything will be fine as long as you step up and have confidence.


Originally posted by sugaglos

He was going to surprise you by waiting for you at the school gates. But instead of seeing your beautiful smile, he noticed a commotion around you and lost his mind. Gritting his teeth and clutching his fists, angry jimin was activated. He ran to the bully yanking them from your figure and threatening to make them wish they weren’t alive pointing to his bodyguards while wrapping a muscular arm around you.


Originally posted by averageoppa

If you ever need comfort in your life, seek Kim taehyung. This puppy would make you forget all your worries in a matter of minutes. Pulling off pranks and messing with you, you were truly grateful that you let out what was bothering you to him. “Baby, I know I am not around you at school, but please take care of yourself, imagine me licking your cheeks like how you love me to”
*I don’t know either don’t ask*


Originally posted by taetaymy

You know how sometimes people get so mad they look too calm? That was the case, when your casual talk about your uncomfortable day turned into sad sobbing, he just stood there, blank expression, too angry to form words. He took a deep breathe and sat you down. “Look at me, look at my eyes. You are perfect do you understand? Anyone who dares to hurt you or make you cry like this will suffer excessive pain either from me or a good lady called karma”
The signs as little exclusionist things
  • Aries: *Spouts blatant TERF rhetoric* *Constantly platforms TERFs* Don't you dare call me a TERF!!!!
  • Taurus: "The asexuals stole dragons from children"
  • Gemini: The fucking ace Ronald Reagan moodboard
  • Cancer: "The full acronym is LGBT" *Is given a lenghty response with reliable sources* "The full acronym is LGBT"
  • Leo: Blaming asexuals for the lesbian tag being filled with porn
  • Virgo: *Has an aphobe-(character) url* Don't call me an aphobe!!
  • Libra: Getting mad at foreign variations of the LGBTQ acronym
  • Scorpio: "Nobody does that" said while that thing, indeed, is happening right before your eyes
  • Sagittarius: "I don't speak Spanish but asexuales means sexualities, not asexuals"
  • Capricorn: "The ace fandom"
  • Aquarius: Calling trans people cishet when you yourself are cis
  • Pisces: Calling people you don't like feminine coded names and potentially misgendering them in the process

Warning/s: Gore? Psycho reader? Idk? 


Y/N, the queen of Wonderland, was outside her castle painting every white rose, bloody red. Literally BLOODY red. She was recently proclaimed the Queen of Wonderland after she violently killed the previous Queen along with her good friend, the mad hatter. She cut off the Queen’s foot, shoved it in her mouth, cut off her five fingers and shoved two of it up her nostrils and made her choke to death. She finds it entertaining and amusing to kill someone in a creative way. She’s clearly mad. That’s why she gets along with the mad hatter and is strangely perfect for the title “Queen of Wonderland”. Although she was quite young to be a Queen, no one dared to go against her knowing how she can easily kill you in a very ‘unique’ way.

“Jefferson!” Y/N called.

“Yes milady?” the mad hatter asked.

“I need more blood.” Y/N pointed at the empty, blood stained bucket.

The mad hatter smirked and nodded, leaving to get more blood.

Y/N hummed and walked over to her pet wolfdog.

“Hey there buddy.” Y/N patted her pet.

“You hungry?” she asked the wild animal.

Y/N has a soft spot for anyone who can relate to her or anyone who she sees herself in. In other words, her fellow psychopaths and this dog.

While Y/N was feeding her dog, a puff of smoke appeared in front of the castle. It was a boy who looks like he’s about Y/N’s age. The boy looked around the place, seeing as if everything changed from the last time he was there. When he spotted the girl kneeling in front of an enormous dog, he raised an eyebrow and approached her.

“I’m guessing you’re new here? I’ve never seen your face here before.” The boy asked Y/N.

Y/N looked up to see an attractive teenage boy. Y/N smirked and looked back down to her dog.

“Yeah.. You could say that” Y/N chuckled darkly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” Y/N asked the boy.

“Peter Pan, King of Neverland.” Peter bowed, took Y/N’s hand and kissed it.

Y/N face lit up and formed a wide grin.

“And may I ask who the pretty lady in front of me is?” Peter flirted.

Y/N stood up and smiled

“Y/N, Queen of Wonderland.”

Peter had a shocked and confused face.

“What happened to the previous one?” Peter asked.

“Killed her.” Y/N laughed.

Peter gave an amused look.

Jefferson came back with a bucket filled with blood.

“Here’s the blood you asked for, Y/N.” Jefferson set the bucket near the roses.

“What’s that for?” Peter asked.

“Well for painting these roses of course.” Y/N said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Peter nodded in response.

Peter was starting to think this girl is mad and somehow, he likes it.

“So what brings you here, Peter?” Y/N asked.

“I was suppose to talk about ‘business’ with the Queen but I guess I can’t, considering you killed her.” Peter chuckled.

“What business?” Y/N asked, interested.

“It’s nothing now. It seems like I have other plans now.” Peter smirked at Y/N.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Y/N asked.

“You.” Peter stated in all seriousness.

Y/N started laughing hysterically, Jefferson joining her.

“You think you can overpower me?” Y/N said, suddenly with a sinister voice.

Y/N laughed again, seeing Peter’s frightened reaction.

“I was kidding, mate. You should’ve seen your face.”

Peter’s face turned to his normal smugness and quietly said

“You’re crazy.”

Y/N stopped laughing. Jefferson’s eyes widen. No one ever dared to call Y/N mad, crazy or a psycho.

Y/N slowly walked over to Peter. Peter stood still, slightly frightened to what Y/N would do.

“The best people are.” Y/N smiled genuinely at Peter.

Peter sighed in relief and Jefferson stood in the corner looking so confused.

Peter tilted his head and studied Y/N’s appearance.

“I like you.” Peter said.

Y/N smirked and said

“I like you too. What do say about being the King of Wonderland?” Y/N offered.

“As long as you become the Queen of Neverland.” Peter said.


Days, months, years passed. Peter and Y/N ruled both Neverland and Wonderland, the lost boys coming to Wonderland from time to time to explore and play.

Peter loved how crazy Y/N was that it made HIM crazy.

not literally.

I don’t see Peter being king of Wonderland but I tried. This is my first requested imagine. Thanks for the request anon :))

Requests are OPEN

He Hates Me *A Klaroline Drabble*

A/N : Hi guys this is a drabble for my loveliest friend Jess’s birthday @jesskatethings , sorry I’m two days late but wifi issues are the bane of my existence. I hope you like it. 


Rated M for language , slightly anti-kla//mille.


“Oh god he hates me.” Caroline grumbled taking a seat on a barstool in the Mikaelson bar beside Kol while Rebekah moped the counters.

“Who hates you?” Kol asked and Rebekah ignored her.

“I’m talking about Klaus.”

“Forget Klaus. The man is grumpy as hell why don’t you go for a Mikaelson who will treat you like a queen.”

“I don’t know Elijah is a huge bore.” she feigned innocence.

“Come on blondiepie you know I’m talking about myself. One date honey just one.” he insisted.

“You were still in your mother’s womb when I was stealing Klaus’s lunch. It’s creepy, Kol.”

“Actually I was still in my dad’s balls but age doth no matter I shall love and protect thee with all my heart.” he stated with one hand over his heart and other extended towards Caroline.

She made a disgusted face shoved his hand away and addressed Rebekah, “How long are you gonna avoid me Bekah. I have been back for more than a week now.”

“Kol can you tell the woman sitting beside you that I am busy right now and I have no time for traitors.” Kol smirked and Caroline rolled her eyes at Rebekah’s over dramatic monologue.

“Beks I am sitting right here.”

“Kol tell her or no free beer for you.”

“Caroline Rebekah doesn’t want to see you since you left for cooking school in France five years ago and how dare you go away to follow your dreams.”

“You nincompoop thats not the reason I am mad at her.”

“Then why are you mad at me?” Caroline got up and blocked her path.

“You didn’t even bother to remain in touch. I called you several times and you just flat out ignored me. And now you come back all ready to open your fancy bakers shop and you expect everything to be okay.” Rebekah ranted.

“I’m sorry. I did try to keep in touch initially but culinary school was expensive even with the scholarship. And wifi and international calls cost a fortune. I did send postcards.” Caroline tried to explain her reasons for not being able to stay in touch.

“Only on christmas. You didn’t even have the decency to remember your best friends birthday.” Rebekah quipped somewhat softening.

“You know how it was for me. This was my only chance to make something of myself. I didn’t have money like you guys nor did I have parents who believed in me. It was important for me to prove myself. I could never forget you Beky. I am so sorry. Please forgive.” Caroline curled her bottom lip making a baby face.

“Put that baby face away. I’ll forgive you only if I get a lifetime supply of chocolate chip brownies with coconut frosting.”

“Ten years.” Caroline bargained.

“Fine I give in just because I am feeling generous.” Rebekah replied. Then Caroline stretched her arms out wide, “Hug?”

“Ughh. The things I do just because I have a soft heart.” Rebekah teased and hugged her childhood bestfriend.

“You totally do.” Caroline remarked and Kol hugged them both tightly, “Cool group hug.”

“Sod off Kol.” they yelled together and pushed him away.

He smirked and sat at the barstool.

Rebekah moved behind the bar and Caroline sat beside Kol.

“If only Klaus would forgive me this easily. He literally changes lanes when he sees me. Avoids me like I am a plague infested rat.” Caroline said wistfulness coloring her voice. There was a time he couldn’t bear to be away from her and now he couldn’t bear the sight of her. From kiddie pool to high school sweethearts, everyone had assumed that one day Klaus and Caroline would grow up and marry each other but assumptions sometimes turned wrong. Caroline had moved away to culinary school and Klaus had married someone else.

“Of course he hates you. He is sexually frustrated because his wife turned his hardware into software and the last time he was able to plug his joystick in a panel it was yours.” Rebekah commented and Caroline choked on the water she had just taken a sip of. Kol thumped her back.

“She is right. His stick got no joy from Camille.”

“You two do realize that you are talking about your brother’s … uh…” Caroline felt a bit awkward completing her sentence.

“Penis.” Rebekah supplied.

“Schwantz.” Kol added at the same time.

“Eww you guys are so indecent.” Caroline chastised.

“Would you prefer sophisticated names like manhood since your holier than thou-ness is back from Europe?” Rebekah sarcastically added.

“Oooo. I got one member.” then he nodded at Caroline.

“I would prefer no names at all. Okay. And I would actually prefer if you guys helped me with this Klaus situation. I am back for good and he can’t avoid me forever.”

“I’ll help you. Since I always wanted you to be my sister-in-law and now that Camille is out of the way thanks to Nik finally seeing the light and getting a divorce we can start on mission Klaroline Reunion.”

“A what reunion now?” Caroline asked.

“Klaroline. Mash up name for you and Nik.”

“Koroline would be sexier.” Kol commented.

Caroline cupped his face like a baby’s with one hand and blew a kiss. “Oh sweetie I’m tempted but my joystick isn’t.” and had Rebekah laugh.

Just then Klaus came in. The first thing he saw was Caroline, still the same, world’s most ravishing woman for him, blow a kiss to his younger brother. The stoic expression of his face turned to a scowl. That’s when she looked at him. Sitting more than twenty feet away she still managed to affect him, his felt his heart in his throat when her gaze found his. She gave him a tiny cautious smile and he felt familiar poignant stirrings in his heart and of course his pants. It miffed him that even after all these years and her leaving him without a backward glance he was attracted to her, how pathetic was he? He looked through her pretending he didn’t see her lovely smile and walked away to the pantry.

Caroline had witnessed the emotion flicker on Klaus’s face, longing and desire but maybe she wanted to see that because she was still desperately in love with him. Though they had relieved each other of the commitment they had during the time they had begun dating she was still sour over the fact that he had moved on and that too so soon. Just a few years after her move she had found out that he was dating someone named Camille. Camille, what kind of name was Camille anyway she thought over the rush anger when Klaus again pretended to be unaware of her existence. Oh no he didn’t she put her mental and literal foot down and followed him to the pantry excusing herself from Rebekah and Kol.


She slammed the door to the pantry to alert him to her presence although she freaking didn’t need to since her flowery scent preceded her.

Klaus turned and gave her a nonchalant lift of an eyebrow. It incited her anger even more.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she almost yelled and twisted the lock beneath the door knob.

“No wait.” he muttered trying to prevent her from doing that but then gave a long suffering sigh when Caroline didn’t stop.

“Wait what? This time you don’t go anywhere until I have  made myself clear.”

“I won’t be able to leave even if I wanted.” he said under his breath. God she was even lovelier since the last time he had seen.

Caroline didn’t hear him. “How long do you plan to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“You acting like you don’t know me.”

“As long as you are here.” he replied and saw hurt flash on her face. It gutted him but he stubbornly stood where he was even though he wanted to take her in his arms and take away that hurt.

“So for the rest of my life then. Great!” she crossed her arms and looked like she was about to leave.

He stalled her , “What do you mean?”

“I”m here for good. I do not plan to leave again.”

“Well that’s fantastic.” he snarked.

“Clearly not for you.” she bit out. Dammit his eyes were still the colour of a violent sea perhaps reflecting his inner tumult. Klaus had always been so intense and she had always been a sucker for his complexities and his passion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it says. Don’t you dare pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You hate me.”

“Caroline..” he could see how badly she was hurting and felt like an arse for making her feel that way.

“No. Do not interrupt me. I know you hate me but you have no right or reason to do that. You said you were happy for me when I got into culinary school and you told me you would let me go so I can follow my dreams. But you didn’t mean that did you? You resent me for leaving. I wanted to be with you I was ready to do that long distance thing but you’re the one who broke up with me before I left saying that I needed to focus on my career and …” her voice louder than normal.

“Just a second. I never resented you for following your dreams. I have always wanted you to be happy. I would never hate you for that.” his voice matched his.

“Really. Is that why you can not stand the sight of me and avoid me like I’m the grim reaper after your soul? Admit it. Admit that even though you acted like you were fine with me leaving you, you weren’t. You were a selfish asshole who just pretended to be okay with it and now you are punishing me for that.”

“How can you say that? We were best friends before we were anything else. I have always wanted and wished you to have the best of everything.” his yelled back feeling hurt that she would think that he was selfish. Maybe he was in his interactions with everyone else but never with her. She was the only person in the world that inspired selflessness in him.

“Then why are you acting like a jerk to me? I left you alone Klaus when you decided to get married last year because it was too much for me. I have never done anything to sabotage your happiness. I ….” Caroline’s ire escalated.

“That’s the problem Caroline. You left me alone. We were best friends and you didn’t even bother to show up at my wedding. You left me without a backward glance. I let you go but that didn’t mean I didn’t need my best friend.” he interrupted her in a quiet voice.

Her heart ached. How could he have expected her to be his friend after he had decided to spend his life with someone else.

She realized it was pointless to pursue this matter. It was better if they stayed away from each other.

“Are you insane? How could I have shown up at a wedding to watch the man I love marry another woman. I am not that strong Klaus. I think it’s better if we stayed out of each other’s way. You can avoid me all you want but be subtle about it at least. I can…”

“I didn’t hate you for leaving. I hated you for not asking me to leave with you.” he murmured she couldn’t be more shocked.


“I would’ve gone to hell with you if you had asked and I’d have been happy with it because you’re my heaven. I was only with Camille to convince myself i could get over you but i was wrong. We both married each other for the wrong reasons so it didn’t even last for a few months. It was over months before we actually got a divorce. ” he whispered taking a step towards her and she was suddenly very aware of the small size of the pantry and how hot the air was getting inside it.

“I couldn’t ask that of you, Klaus. You had just been accepted to the most prestigious Art School. I couldn’t take that from you. I loved you.”

Maybe she had been feeling courageous to confront him propelled by all the rage and adrenaline earlier but it seemed to have left her the moment he had told her he would’ve left with her and she was his heaven. Poetic arshole always had a way with words and it always made her go jello in the knees. Her heart began thudding when he backed her into a wall.

“Loved?” he asked.

“Yeah. I mean of course… I mean you know..we together.. for a year.” Caroline was nervous now. He had his hands flat on the wall on either side of her head.

He had the urge to check if her mouth still tasted of sugar coated berries. She was fiend for those things.

“And now?” he leaned his head closer and nuzzled her neck when he saw desire and some other pure emotion cloud her eyes.

“What do … you… want… me to say?” she breathed when he licked the pulse at the base of her throat.

“Rebekah thinks you came back because I got a divorce. She listed a number of points to support her theory yesterday evening.”

“She did?” She loved it when pressed light kisses over her jaw.

“Mmhmm.” Her skin still tasted the same. “She also thinks we need to have to sex asap so we can stop affecting other people with the weird sexual rays we emit every time we are in the same room.”

“Okay.” she mumbled and he kissed her then. Her taste was the same, a flavor that he had been addicted to. Kissing her desperately he pulled her in his arms needing a fix for his addiction. Her hands fisted over his back her nails dug in his muscles. It spurred him he lifted her tucking her around his waist. Her mouth open slightly as if surprised by the evidence of his desire and he laughed against her mouth. His hands sneaked under shirt massaging her breasts.

She needed to talk to him before it got out hand Caroline thought fighting against the onslaught of desire burning through her veins

“Nik.” she stated once and when her voice didn’t register she held his face in her hands.

“What are we doing?” she asked and Klaus smiled. Then he kissed her softly and replied, “What do you think?”

The potency of emotion she saw in his eyes shook her. She could see he still loved her.

“Rebekah is right. I came back when I heard about your divorce hoping..” she couldn’t complete her sentence when he crashed his lips to hers. After a few toe curling seconds he prompted, “Hoping?”

“Hoping you’ll be easy pickings.” she teased.

“Really? So you think I’m easy pickings?”

“Totally.” she answered and he laughed.

“Well even if I weren’t I couldn’t stop you from ravishing me. The lock is faulty. Thus I think I might as well be a good sport and surrender my virtue.” he kissed her again and she felt the bulge in his pants getting harder.

“You totally should. I still love you and Klaus I know I always will. You’re it for me. Have always been from the day when you punched Jesse for me for throwing a frog at me in sixth grade.” she bit her lip.

“You’ve been the one for me from the day you stole my lunch in third grade and blamed it on Rebekah.” Klaus placed kiss over her forehead. “I love you Caroline Forbes.”

They smiled and were about to kiss again when a note slid under the door. Klaus let Caroline go and picked it up.

“It says Happy Sexing my darlings. Pantry sex is the best. Ps Caroline make it fifteen years of brownies for blaming me for stealing Nik’s lunch. And Oh Nik I’m taking your Italian scotch for knowing about it and still getting me punished.

Love Rebekah.”

Then a packet slid under the door with a paper wrapped around it.

Klaus lifted it too, unwrapped the paper and saw it was a condom. There was something scribbled on the paper. Caroline took it and read it.

“For heaven’s sake Nik. Next time buy a condom first. Don’t check your wallet I stole that one months ago.

Ps Caroline if his system is broken you know where to find me.

*winky face* Kol”

They both laughed and then proceeded to put the borrowed condom to good use.




Truth Or Dare - a danisnotonfire smut

A LOT of you wanted this so here it is! I haven’t even read over it ONCE so there are probably millions of mistakes but whatever.

summary: teenage!dan and reader are at a party together and play truth or dare. One thing leads to another and..

Replace ‘your friend’ with the name of a friend you have! If you don’t have any friends like me, pretend it’s me ;) (Cupid)

“Come on y/n, it’ll be fun!” your friend tried to convince you, pulling you by the arm into the door of the party. Entering the house, your stomach immediately dropped. It was exactly the type of environment you wanted to avoid, crowded, hot and sweaty, people making out everywhere and the overpowering stench of cheap beer. You felt like turning around and leaving but you ere already here and didn’t have a ride home.

“Dude, we should leave” you pleaded to your friend, but she was laughing and pulling you towards a group of people sat on the floor of the lounge. You didn’t know anyone else at the party and you already felt overwhelmed with all the activity going on. You were dragged to sit down with the group on the floor, already feeling nervous.

“Hey guys! This is y/n, y/n this is Carrie, Phil, PJ, Chris and Dan!” Your friend said, introducing you to the group. They all smiled and greeted you while you waved awkwardly. Your eyes lingered on the Dan guy, he was fucking hot, but he caught you staring and winked at you, making your cheeks heat up. Your friend noticed this and nudged your shoulders, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Who wants to play Truth or Dare?” the guy called Chris said. Everyone seemed to agree, but you wanted to scream “no!”. You hated truth or dare. The pressure to do something you didn’t want to or say something about yourself that may be private, it made you nervous.

“Okay, since you suggested it, who shall we pick on first?” Carrie asked, smiling mischievously.

“Not me” Dan said, raising his hands in the air.

“Okay Dan, truth or dare?” asked Carrie, making everyone laugh.

“Ugh, I don’t know, truth?” he said, pretending to be mad.

“Aw, you chose the easiest one. Fine, uh..” Carrie wondered, thinking of a question. “"Aha! Who do you think is the hottest girl in the party?” she asked, grinning.

“U-uh” Dan stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He then smiled at you again. “Y/n’s pretty hot” he said.

You looked down, embarrassed but pleased. He thought you were… hot? You didn’t know what to say, so you just smiled awkwardly at the floor.

“Aww! Okay your turn Y/N” Carrie said, turning to you. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth” you decided, not wanting to do anything involving stripping or drinking.

“You guys are like, so boring” Carrie said, rolling her eyes but laughing. “I have a god one. Do you have any kinks, and what are they?” She asked.

Everyone in the circle had their eyes on you. You gulped, not knowing what to say. “U-um, no I don’t” you finally answered, knowing you didn’t sound even slightly believable.

“Yes you do! Liar!” Your friend cut in. “You told me when we were drunk at my place that one night. You like biting, scratching, hair pulling and even the daddy kink!”

In that moment you wanted to die. Everyone was not only staring at you, but laughing too. You glared at your friend, annoyed that she just spilled all your dirty secrets. But no one seemed to care as they swiftly moved on. You learnt that Carrie once cheated on a GCSE exam, watched PJ attempt to give Chris a lap dance, and learnt that Chris once made out with his cousin.

Now it was Dan’s turn again and you felt way more relaxed and comfortable with these new people who didn’t seem to care how awkward or weird you were. “Okay Dan,” Chris started, slurring his words a little as he was tipsy, “truth or dare?”

“Fuck it all, dare” he said, earning a round of sarcastic claps from PJ and Phil. He laughed it off, preparing himself for the dare.

“I have one!” Your friend said, her eyes glinting suspiciously. ‘Oh shut’ you thought to yourself, ‘this bitch better not’

“I dare you to stay in a room upstairs with y/n for the rest of the night!” she said, beaming at you.

“Fuck no!” Dan objected, his face heating up yet again.

“If you forfeit, you know what you have to do” Phil reminded him, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t need to be reminded. He’d rather die then make a video where he came out as a furry.

“Fine. Fine!” he said, standing up. You didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to do. No one had asked you what you thought, and you hardly wanted to jump up and skip to any vacant room, looking too eager.

“Go on, y/n! Or I’ll give you an even worse dare..” Carrie threatened, winking at you. You sighed and stood up, walking away with Dan up the stairs of the house. You passed what seemed like hundreds of people who were either passed out or shit face wasted, trying your best not to collide into anyone.

Dan opened the door to the first room he saw and was soon shouted at by a drunk couple who had been hooking up. “Sorry” he mumbled as he continued down the corridor until he found an empty room. He switched the light on and looked back at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do anything”, he said, reassuring you. “Let’s just continue our game of truth or dare”

“Okay um, truth or dare?” You asked, sitting on the bed in the room. He sat beside you, leaving a considerable amount of space between you two.

“Truth” he chose, glancing at you before looking away.

The tension in the room was surreal. “Tel me 3 things no one knows about you” you said, curious of his answer.

“Ah, fuck” he said, laughing. “Um… one. I once stole fifty quid from a charity fundraising box in secondary school.” Dan confessed. You faked a dramatic gasp and fake fainted, making him lush again. “I know, I know. I’m a wanted man” he said.

“Two?” you asked, getting interested now.

“Two. I dropped my little brother when he was a baby and didn’t tell anyone why his nose was bleeding” he continued.

“I’m going to call Childline on you” you said, shaking your head in mock disgust. He seemed to be getting into it too, moving slightly closer to you which made you slightly nervous.

“Three. I have weird kinks as well y/n, you’re not the only one” he said, smirking at you. Your stomach knotted and you could feel your theist tighten. ‘Confidence’ you reminded yourself. ‘Confidence is key’

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you asked, trying not to stutter or be too awkward.

“Hmm, let me see. Bondage is hot” he said, looking you in the eye. You tried to keep eye contact but it was hard to with you picturing him over you, not being able to touch him as he gave you unthinkable amounts of pleasure.

“Praise is also one of my guilty pleasures. I love it when girls tell me how good my cock feels in them”

You didn’t know how to reply to that one and now eye contact was almost impossible. “T-truth or dare?” You asked, just for a change of subject.

Dan still had that smirk on his face, knowing his affect on you. “C'mere” he said, motioning for you to come forward. You scooted closer to him, but all he did was pull you bye the waist onto his lap. You couldn’t even look at him now. He was flirting with you, an unfamiliar ground for your anti social self. “I already had a turn. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth” you whispered, your voice faint.

“Do you know how much I want to kiss you right now?” he asked, lifting your chin up so you were looking at him.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. Adrenaline filled you as you heard yourself say, “Do it then. I dare you”

Instantly, his lips were on yours, his hands everywhere. Your hair, your hips, your face, it was all so much and so amazing that you moaned in pleasure, tugging on his hair. You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or shy about it as his lips trailed to your neck, biting harshly on the sensitive skin and leaving purple bruises.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this since you walked into the room” he said against your neck, making you moan again. He tugged on your dress desperately, needing more of you. Slipping off he lap, you stepped back to unzip your dress, teasingly slow. You could see his jeans tighten, which filled you with a sense of pride. You were doing something right! The dress dropped to your ankles and Dan groaned at the sight of the sexy black lingerie your friend had forced you to wear.

“You’re beautiful” he said, which made you melt inside. You sat on his lap again, this time feeling his fully hard erection against your core which turned you on beyond belief. You rocked your hips against his which made him grunt.

“Take this off” you ordered, tugging at the shirt he was wearing. Without hesitation he piled it over his head, exposing his lightly tanned chest. You immediately attached your lips to his torso, leaving hickeys all over. He was moaning now, little noises of “yes!” and “fuck, y/n!” that encouraged you to continue lower down his stomach until you reached his jeans. You tugged them down his legs along with his boxers and were ready to go down on him untold he pulled your head up by your hair to face him.

“I won’t last” he whispered breathlessly. He pulled the lace of your pants down your legs and pulled you onto his lap once again. This time you could feel his unclothed cock against your bare leg, pressing into you. He ran a finger easily across your wetness, smiling to himself at how soaked you were for him.

“Do you want this?” he asked, suddenly worried. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to baby”

You didn’t reply. Instead you kissed him softly, letting him know that you were okay with it all. He smiled against the kiss, and you adjusted yourself so you were teasing yourself with the tip of his cock. You lowered yourself down slowly, making the both of you moan out in satisfaction. He gripped your hips and began to rock you harder, slamming you against him. You scratched your nails down his back, making him hiss.

“Fuck, harder Daddy” you moaned out. He grunted st that, lifting you off him.

“You want me to go harder? You dirty slut, be careful what you wish for”

He pushed your back gently over the bed, making you bend over. All of a sudden, he slammed into you , making you scream out his name. “That’s it princess, scream my name” he moaned out, gripping your neck with both hands and going even harder and faster.

“Dan I’m going to cu- fuck!” you warned, feeling that burning in you stomach.

“Let go for me baby, cum on Daddy’s hard cock” he said. You didn’t hesitate to release, exploding against him. This triggered his own orgasm as his hot cum shot into you. “Sh-shit” he breathed out after a second.

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath. Dan lay on the bed and pulled you closer to him, burying his head in your neck. “That was so amazing y/n. Let me take you out somewhere” he said. You smiled, closing your eyes in exhaustion.

“I’d love that, Dan”


Random Mingyu drabble?
Fluff-attempts at humor
Mingyu x Reader (gender neutral)
My friend was over while I was writing this but she was ignoring me and reading beebo x reader smut so

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

@miayaywow *cough*
Prompt: “Let me live, will you?”
Enjoy my first drabble/scenario type thing(???)

“…babe?” Mingyu said, a hint of guilt in his voice. You knew your boyfriend could be a slight four year old at some points, but you knew whatever he did couldn’t be that bad. No matter how mild the incident however, you boyfriend always seems to feel guilty. “Yes baby?” you asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible since you didn’t want him to feel worse than he did. “So…. you know that vase that had the flowers I got you in it?” “Yeah, why?” sounding clueless, even though you had a good idea of what may have happened. Between hearing a shattering noise and Mingyu looking like a kicked puppy, you could take a wild guess and say your boyfriend had broken your vase. It was cheap one, maybe 5 dollars, but you knew Mingyu didn’t know that. For all you knew, he could think it was passed down from your family or some weird antique from the 1800s. “I may have broke it.. I’m really sorry! I cleaned it up and-” “GYU” you cut him off. “It’s fine, it’s just some 5 dollar vase I bought some time last year. No need to be sorry, I need to start throwing away some of that stuff anyway,” you said soothingly. “oh,” he looked down and you saw his ears start to turn red. He was so cute sometimes, you couldn’t understand what you did to deserve such an amazing boyfriend. “Gyu, why on earth would I ever be mad at you for breaking a random vase?” you asked with an innocent smile and a light chuckle. “I don’t know, it could be some strange family tradition to pass down a flower vase to your future children,” he excused in a rushed voice. You let out a small giggle and saw a grin start to form on his face. “Wow Gyu, what if it really was a tradition, how dare you call it weird?” you mocked in an offended voice. “Let me live, will you?” he responded letting out an adorable laugh. “Ahh. I love you.” “I love you too Y/n.”

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Rizumo: long analysis post

I decided to save this question to the last, because to explain  and answer properly, this post needs actual proofs from the beginning of the manga until now. 
advertence1: if you are an anime watcher, be aware this post is full of spoilers. Read it at your own risk.
advertence2: excuse my grammar, english is not my first language.
advertence3: high Rizumo content.

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Je Te Pardonne-- Marquis de Lafayette

In honor of Fanfiction Writer Day (8/21) I finally got this request done (sorry it took so long!) hope y'all enjoy! Also thanks to @johnny-laurens-turtles For helping me!

Xoxo, Eliza

Request: Hi! Can i request a jealous! Fem! Reader with Laf? I’m suck a sucker A jelly reader and Laf… But the it all ends well? Dank you XD!-Alpha

Pairing: Lafayette X jealous! Reader
Triggers: swearing, jealousy, outbursts of anger, sex mentions

Word count: 1398


It was finally Friday, and Friday meant one thing for you and the guys. Game night. You and the guys have been looking forward to this for awhile, because John had to take a emergency trip down to South Carolina, thus missing the last get together. John knew y'all were upset, so he splurged and bought a new gaming system. Tonight was gonna be a wii sports tournament, which sounded exciting and terrifying simultaneously.

You headed to Laf’s dorm to pick him up before going to get Hercules, since the three of you lived on campus and only you had a car. Frankly you were relieved to know Lafayette didn’t have his license, the man was so hyper, you couldn’t imagine him behind the wheel. You shuddered at the thought.

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Quotes from ENTP Characters


I know, it’s not like me, right? Usually I look at a project like this and think, “Wow! I could make a lot of money off this!” But recently, I’ve been having these strange feelings…inside. It’s like I’m…concerned with others. And there’s this nagging voice in my head constantly telling me what’s right from wrong.
Varrick, Avatar: Legend of Korra

Sorry, boys! I’m sooooo changeable! It’s a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. 
Jim Moriarty, BBC’s Sherlock

I feel like I am the Paris of people.
Gina Linetti, Brooklyn Nine-Nine

I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.
Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

No. No, no, no, I—I just have to look for another angle.
Hiro Hamada, Big Hero 6

That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.
Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones

I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment? Some cheese?
Chandler Bing, Friends

People! What a bunch of bastards.
Roy Trenneman, The IT Crowd

We’re all mutant. What’s more remarkable is how many of us appear to be normal.
Dr. Walter Bishop, Fringe

I do not have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.
Cat Grant, Supergirl

Oh yes, madness runs in the family. Some even called me mad. And whyyy? Because I dared to dream of creating my own race of atomic monsters! Atomic Supermen, with octogonal shaped bodies that suck blood out of… [storms out of room while blabbering incomprehensibly]
Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Futurama

It is only the intellectually lost who never argue.
Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

I’m not exactly sure what happened. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another…If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice.
The Joker, DC 

That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.
Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who

But what does it mean?
Jack Skellington, The Nightmare Before Christmas

What unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealized ambition?
Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer

I discovered at a very early age that if I talk long enough, I can make anything right or wrong. So either I’m God or truth is relative. In either case, booyah!
Jeff Winger, Community

I come in search of the truth.
Q , Star Trek: The Next Generation 

Yea… If you spend all day shuffling words around you can make anything sound bad… Morty..
Rick, Rick and Morty

This isn’t happening to you for a reason. Well, one reason: I enjoy it. If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
Ramsay Bolton, Game of Thrones

Instead of seeing what they want you to see you’ve got to open your brain to the possibilities.
King Bumi, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Why fight when you can negotiate?
Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean

The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
Cheshire Cat, Disney’s Alice in Wonderland

I’m going to tell you something deep and dark and personal. Ready? Okay. I killed someone.
Eliot, The Magicians

When people see good, they expect good. And I don’t want to have to live up to anyone’s expectations.
Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries

My doomed, keening women. Shall we be immortal? Shall we sing from the gallows, too? We must have the faith of those women, we must have their strength and commitment, we must be bloody or nothing else!
Lily (Brona Croft), Penny Dreadful

GOT2 Week Special with Jackson

Series: Im JB’s Wife

Status: Finished

Chapter: 9 of 17+Epilogue

Genre: Fluff (?), Angst (?) (tbh, this is just pure silliness)

Pairing: Reader x GOT7 Jaebum

Word Count: 2315


Note:  Italicised words were said in Korean. The series/ whole story is called Im JB’s Wife but I’ll be using the chapter title as the title for each update.

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