i hate this pairing but... idk

Soooooo i fell in love with this boi Michael Mall  Mell. I just love him so much, and i saw the outfit he wears on Halloween, so i knew that i need to draw him. Tada! Also what´s this fandom thing about hating Michael in the book? I know that in the book he´s kind of an asshole but idk what he did.

Anyway, i´m just musical trash in general, so if anyone wants to recommend me musicals feel free to do it.

Empty Libraries

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

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prompt: “we should cuddle… for warmth.”
pairing: nalu
dedication: @theanimangaofitall (my first and only patron!! i love her!!)

“Why does it have to be so cold?! I hate the cold!”

“Repeating it won’t make it go away, you know.”

Lucy shot Natsu her best death glare. “What would you know,” she hissed and tugged at her jacket in an attempt to get it even tighter around herself, which was an entirely impossible undertaking. “Do you even know what it feels like! I’ve never liked the cold.” 

“And I’ve never liked Gray, so that’s pretty much the same thing.” 

Ignoring that particular remark, Lucy chose to further concentrate on her own suffering. “Can’t you light a fire or something? Or set me on fire; I don’t care at this point!”

Natsu snorted. “You know what you are? A drama queen!”

Turning towards her, he began pulling at his miniscule vest and did a Lucy-impression that turned real-Lucy’s face a bright red. 

“I-I’m not!” she protested weakly.

“There, you look much better already!” He grinned deviously, and Lucy pouted, placing her hands on her cheeks.

“You’re so mean!” 

Natsu seemed to ponder this information. For a few minutes he became quiet, and they sat in silence. The only sound was the chattering of Lucy’s teeth. 

“I… could help you” he said after he’d let her suffer long enough. 

“Of course you could,” she whined, punching his arm when he laughed. 

“But only because I’m starting to feel cold myself, you know,” he informed her, sounding awfully clever. Lucy dreaded what was to come. She knew that look.  There was an impish gleam in his eyes.

“We should cuddle… for warmth.” He looked at her triumphantly.

A little smile crept onto her face. "If you say so. I guess I could warm you up a little.”

Natsu cackled. “As if I’d ever be cold! Lucy, I’m hurt! You doubt me!” Turning his face away, he gripped his scarf and tried to look offended. But at the same time he scooted closer and pulled her against his side, so Lucy just snorted. 

“When did you become so considerate…” she mocked him, trying not to show the wide smile on her face. The heat that wafted off him could be felt easily even through his leather jacket, and Lucy snuggled into him contently. Had she looked up, she would have seen the smug expression on Natsu’s face. 

But she did not, and it was just as well.

Don’t Leave Me

Request: Hey! Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a happy ending? Thanks!

Word Count: 2,288

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.

He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.

“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.

Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.

“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”

You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”

Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”

The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”

“About tomorrow…”

You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”

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Mother’s Day

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,176

happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone


The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.

He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”

Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.

Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.

His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”

“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.

Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”

He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.

But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”

“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.

Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.

Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.

Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”

“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.

He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.

“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”

The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.

“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.

“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.

“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”

Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”

“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”

“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”

Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”

#1 My Neighbor's A Jerk

Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?

Word Count: 421 (ik it’s short but the rest will be longer than this)

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Genre: RomCom

Warning: nothing drastic

Author’s Note: New series 🌚 This was supposed to be a Lance x Reader, but I decided otherwise. Idk if people would like it with Lance. But I think Bucky can portray a perfect jerk so 🤗 

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this gif is (not mine*) so accurate y'all will see, once you read this 😂 

Originally posted by xxtrash-daddyxx

The first time you met Bucky Barnes, you wished it was your last time. But apparently, your fate was looking down at you and laughing.

Who’re you kidding, Y/N?

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5/23/17 pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, idk

prompt: the date lol
prompt list that i reblogged but don’t know how to insert soz

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

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or say other things like,
“Amazing, how you put up with her.”
Or once, when I was crying because my heel broke and it was raining and I lost the paperwork and it was a bad day and I had to be comforted by Trevor, as soon as he left Jason said,
“Had to call your boyfriend to come comfort you? Why’d he leave you here? Cant drive you home to watch cartoons?”

Let’s just say that we both said vile things to each other every time we had a short meeting.

Which brings me to today, where I have to go to a ball for the opening of another company’s new branch. I am here for diplomatic reasons and Bruce was gracious enough to give me a plus one. “Only two of my boys will be attending, feel free to bring someone along.”

I ask Trevor if he wants to come to a work event with me and he says no so I go it alone. When I call Bruce he says that it’s a shame but I am welcome to come over to the manor and carpool with them. He doesn’t say it like that but you get the gist.

It’s a winter ball and I’m wearing this navy/royal blue gown with long sleeves. My hair is that trendy “looks barely wet, out of the shower, but not ugly” kind of look and I pull a nude lip with a golden cut crease. I don’t plan on dancing so I wear one of my taller pairs of heels and drive over to the manor with some paperwork. Work doesn’t rest, does it?

When I get to the manor I have the joy of meeting Alfred again. He allows me inside and tells me that “everyone should be down in ten” and “oh, let me take those files for you, have fun tonight and blame the work papers on me!”
Mr. Wayne is in a tux already standing by the steps ordering Dick and Jason to hurry up and then I see them.

So handsome, Dick is wearing a black and white tux with accents the same colour as my dress and Jason, while I hate to admit it, looks dashing in his black but slightly maroon tinted tux.

“Where’s your date gone? Didn’t have work at the ball to help you with so he didn’t want to come?” (JT)

“Jason Peter, stop that at once.” (BW)

“It’s fine Mr. Wayne. Really, Jason doesn’t know how a proper boyfriend acts so he has to stalk mine.” (Y/n)

“Ooh, burn. Y/n, you look elegant tonight, I’d be happy to accompany you tonight.” (RG)

“Thank you Richard, it seems we make quite the pairing tonight.” (Y/n)

“The blue definitely makes your skin glow,” Dick says, “a dress fitting the woman wearing it.”

“It’s not the dress that makes my skin glow, thank you though. Your flattery is very well appreciated.” I giggle as we make our way into the car.

The drive is not too long, Bruce asked me about work and the recent activities in the work sphere and starts to talk to me about higher positions.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, are you sure? I am quite young and would not want to upset the older offices that may want the opening.”

“Yeah, she actually just may upset herself, always stressed out enough as it is.” (JT)

“Jason, I think she can handle herself fine, she fits well with the family and there isn’t someone else I trust for this particular role.” (BW)

“I’ll definitely think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning.”

We get to the ball and exit the car. As we waltz our way to our table I have this strange feeling and begin to worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” (RG)

“Oh, Dick, I am fine. I’m just a little queasy.”

“You’ll be fine, you’re probably just hungry. Let’s eat and we both can partner away for dances.” (RG)

“Of course, thanks Dick.” I nuzzle into his arm and let him lead me to the table.

Jason is glaring at Dick and I have no clue why. Does he hate me?

We sit at the table and begin our chat with some of the employees from the other company. They are so fruitful and lively. As we eat, I see something out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that Trevor?” I whisper. No one could hear except for Dick and maybe Jason if he was really listening.

“What?” Dick whispers back.

“Look,” I whisper even quieter than before, “he’s with anothe-”

And he kissed the girl he was with right then.

I gasp and immediately look down as if I was not supposed to see them. My eybrows furrow and I begin to pout.

I excuse my myself and run to the bathroom. I really didn’t want this to happen tonight, not with Jason here. This is embarrassing and making me angry. God, of all days?

“Of all days?” I yell into the bathroom mirror.

Luckily the bathroom was nearly empty and I swiftly left. I can’t stand Trevor. Gosh this is why we had to spend so much time at my work! All these nights he wasn’t spending with me he must have been spending with someone else!

I just entered the doors to the ballroom and quickly my left arm was being pulled and suddenly I was being pulled into an embrace. I am surrounded by the smell of Dicks cologne.

“Hey, how are you holding up?”
Dick smiles at me gently and guides me around the dance floor.

“Ugh, to be honest, not well but I’m going to get through it. I just don’t want to talk to him tonight.”

Dick dips me and we both rotate.

“Is this the first time something has happened like this?”

“Great detective, trying to solve another case?” I tease while swatting his bicep. “I mean, tonight was definitely a wake up moment but I guess I should have seen it all along.”

“Yeah? Jason tells me that you guys were real love birds in the office.”

“Jason talks about me? Haha, how sweet. You could say we were lovebirds, only in the office. I always wondered why he couldn’t stay the night or why we spent little time out of work hours. He was hanging around her during the hours without me. It makes sense now.”

“Don’t worry, you are a real catch, and if I could, I’d ask you out myself.”

“Oh, and why can’t you, billionaire bachelor?”

“Sweetheart, I already know someone who’s got eyes for you.”

The song is about to end,
“Really? Who?”

And Dick bows me goodbye and I’m standing alone on the floor. I see Trevor dancing nearby and I hope he doesn’t see me alone! Oh gosh! What can I do?

There! Is this my only option?
My way out? I can’t believe that this is how I have to do this…

I tug on Jason’s sleeve and quickly switch with the girl he’s dancing with.

“Rude much?”

“Okay I am so so sorry but it’s an emergency.”

Jason groans and looks away.

“Are you upset with me?” I ask.

“What? No.”

We are still dancing and Trevor is nowhere near paying attention to us. Still whispering sweet nothings to his other girlfriend.

I say nothing as we dance and soon Jason is pulling left and right and we sashay around.

“Woah! What are we doing?”

“Well, if you won’t tell me the emergency I am not going to stop having fun.”

I smile,
“Jason I hate to tell you this, but my boyfriend is over there and I am trying to avoid him, or at least not be seen without a partner while I figure out what to do.”

I start dancing more fearlessly as Jason’s hold on me becomes more secure.

“Why are you trying to avoid him?”
Jason begins to look around and sees how he is acting with that other girl.

“Hey dumbass, don’t make it obvious. He’s cheating on me alright! I thought he didn’t want hang out with me tonight but he already had plans.”
I start to tear up and I slow my dancing.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jason strokes the side of my face and lifts my chin.

“I did though, I wasn’t that good of a girlfriend and he needed another one.”
I attempt to look down but Jason doesn’t let me.

“No.”

“No?”

Jason guides me to the balcony outside and continues our slow dancing.

“All this attitude and you only show it towards me, why not show it towards him, huh? Does that make me special?”
He smirks and the corners of my lips begin to rise.

“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Todd.”

“Why do you hate me?” He asks with stern eyes.

I was taken aback by that sudden question.

“What? I don’t hate anyone–”

“So why are we like this?”

“Jason, I dislike a lot of aspects of you but-”

“What aspects?”

“Stop cutting me off and listen you bloke.”

His lips shut in two second and I smile.

“You really want to know the truth?”

He nods.

“I gotta tell you. The truth will hurt. Especially for a certain little daddy’s boy.”

He pouts and pretends to be upset.

“Okay, its honesty time. I don’t think we have each other a real chance. The first time we met was a disaster and I guess I still carry tensions because you wouldn’t apologize. You can blame my aggression on work or whatever, you were something to take it out on. I guess we were opposites and you know what they say about opposites.”

“That they attract?”

I laugh.
“They have more to fight about.”

We keep dancing in silence until he hand moves from my waist to my back.

“You look gorgeous tonight, just saying.”

“You look somewhat better than how I usually see you, thanks.”

He pretends to be hurt and I chuckle.

“Tell me Jay, why were you so mean to me?”

“Question of the century, why did you not spare me?”

I place me head on his chest and we continue to sway. I’ve almost forgotten what happened with my boyfriend.

“I like fighting with you. You are so cute when you’re mad. I also would like to take this opportunity to ask you out.”

He stares down at me as our dance paused.

I smirk and make my way to the bar, positive that he would follow me.

“Playboy, can’t you see I’m tired of having my heart broken.”

“Bubbling cider, make it two.” He orders the bartender and then looks me dead in the eye. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to try and make you happy.” He proceeds to kiss my hand slowly.

“Cliche, much? Why me?”
I take a sip of my non alcoholic drink (a/n: soz I don’t drink and I don’t know anything about drinks sorry this is bland)

“You are a hard worker, brilliant, beautiful, why wouldn’t I?”

“Try harder.”

“Alright princess, ever since I met you, I’ve already known a little bit about Bruce’s little miracle worker. I caught you and tried to get you interested by making you a little jealous. It didn’t work, but at least we had a relationship that developed. I’ve been waiting too damn long to ask you this, so I’m asking you now. Will you go out with me?”

I grin, “ Of course, my hero for the night can get a dinner with yours truly.”

“You wanna break up with Trevor first.”
Jason smiles and tips his drink towards the happy couple.

“I forgot all about that, let me.”

I walk over to Trevor and right when he and his partner switch, I slide into his arms.

“Oh! Y/n, I can explain! I-”

“Yea whatever, we are over and I want all my stuff back by Thursday, you can bring them over to the office but be sure to leave it with the receptionist.”

I lean in close to his ear and continue, “Don’t be worried, no harsh feelings. Just don’t expect anything from me ever again. Like helping you explain what I’m about to tell your girl over there.”

His eyes widen and I leave him before he apologized. I then joined his girlfriend in a dance and explain everything. She storms mad at Trevor and leaves with out him, while I, leave with Jason.

“It was fun watching you dance kitten, you are so entertaining.”
He kisses my cheek as we head into the car.

Bruce and Dick are in the car, already sleeping while Jason and I spend the car ride cuddling and catching up on all we missed while we were spending months fighting each other.

It’s going to be a great relationship, sprouted from a coffee spill.

She Hates Me

A/N: Is this terrible? Idk maybe, really it’s up to you to decide, but I do think the idea is good. Cole said that they were probably going to play the Ethel x Jughead angle on Riverdale in an interview and the idea of a Jealous!Ethel kinda inspired this thing + I’m playing off on the shadiness seen in 1x03 
Feedback is always greatly appreciated! 
p.s.- I apologize if there are any mistakes. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader x Ethel

About: Ethel targets reader’s anxiety when she feels like the reader’s relationship with Jughead is much more than friends, and maybe she’s right causes the reader to avoid Jughead

Warnings: I think there’s a swear in there somewhere and the beginning might be a bit triggering as it’s Ethel being a meanie + mention of anxiety

Word Count: 2,500, give or take a few


           You’re too much of a nervous mess to make sense in any sort of conversation, aren’t you? No wonder he never talks to you, he probably just lets you hang out with him out of pity. Your anxiety is a damper to be around so how about you just leave Jughead alone. He doesn’t need you in his life and he sure as hell doesn’t want you in it either, so maybe it’s time for you to finally get the memo.

           Ethel’s words echoed in your head as you walked home with takeout from Pop’s, a place you had loved to take refuge in, now an environment full of negative emotions– too much of them to bare all at once. Jughead and you had been close friends since middle school because of the sitting arrangement in your English class at the time. You didn’t think anything had changed between the both of you, well not until Ethel crashed joined your quiet nights at Pop’s with Jughead.

           She’d constantly make conversation with Jughead, and crack jokes that made him laugh chuckle. You were happy there was a girl interested in him, except that she was a total bitch to you. Scratch that, Ethel didn’t even acknowledge your presence or the comfortable silence that there was between you and your best friend before she got there. Jughead either didn’t notice or didn’t care and would just continue to type away on his laptop while listening to Ethel talk.

           Then the incident between you and Ethel happened whilst Jughead was in the restroom. This was the first time you and Ethel were left alone with each other. You wanted to start a conversation with the girl who showed such fondness towards Jughead, but found it hard to start a conversation with Ethel as she glared at you. You had already felt incredibly uncomfortable and felt close to tears seeing Jughead not need you as company anymore, but when she let those harsh words out you left immediately. You didn’t understand why she had it out for you, but she definitely seemed to embody the voice in your head. You could barely walk as you were struggling to breathe, so thank God Archie had found you on his way to Pop’s.


           It had been five days since you and Jughead had spoken. You had tried to distance yourself from him and Jughead had noticed your efforts. He tried to talk to Archie about it, but he said that he promised you not to meddle. Archie didn’t agree with what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to see you in that state of distress again. Jughead wasn’t sure what he did wrong as he hadn’t noticed anything off the last time you guys hung out. You had left early because of some family issues, but family issues always seemed to arise more often nowadays. 

          Ethel seemed to appreciate the time alone with him, but Jughead felt uncomfortable being there with her by himself. Not to say that Ethel wasn’t great company, which she was, but she kept on interrupting his thoughts every time she spoke. Jughead rarely heard you speak when the both of you were at Pop’s, but he liked the way your voice was smooth every time you ordered despite knowing that you felt terrified that you were going to say it wrong.

          Jughead somehow managed to make eye contact with you despite being in the middle of a crowd, but you quickly looked away. You didn’t want to face Ethel or Jughead, but having a class with both of them and Riverdale being such a small town made the endeavor extremely difficult. You had a feeling Jughead knew what you were doing and was just letting you be, but you secretly hoped that he’d get fed up with your antics.

           “Y/N!” you heard Veronica call after you, so you turned around and waited for her. “It’s been a while girl, what’s been up?” Veronica said as she linked her arm with yours. Veronica was very kind to you and you appreciated the kindness she showed not only to you, but to all her fellow girls (unless they somehow managed to not deserve it).

          “Nothing really, just that meandJuggiearen’tfriendsanymore,” you say quickly.

          “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught any of that,” Veronica let out a small laugh and pulled you aside from the crowds of students walking in the halls.

          “I said that Jughead and I aren’t friends anymore,” you took a deep breath while Veronica looked more confused than ever.

          “You and Juggie were so close, though. Kev and I were even hoping the both of you would end up together,” Veronica admitted. After the whole Ethel ordeal, you had started questioning your feelings toward Jughead, sure, but you had only confused yourself further.

          “Well it doesn’t matter, Ethel brought some interesting points up last time I hung out with Jug,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. Jughead saw you again, this time speaking to Veronica, and had decided to talk to you to figure out how to salvage the friendship between the both of you. Of course, neither you nor Ronnie noticed the boy walk towards the both of you.

          “Really? What exactly were they?” it was Veronica’s turn to cross her arms across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as if she knew that you weren’t about to say anything good. She was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Wait if you and Jughead were hanging out, I definitely hope you would call it a date, but why the hell was Ethel there?” her face was scrunched up in disbelief. Veronica once thought of Ethel as brave, and she was, but now she was beginning to wonder how much shadier that girl is. Jughead was at earshot at this point and started to piece things together in his head, stopping in his tracks.

          “It wasn’t a date Ronnie, you talk in those. Jughead and I hardly speak when we’re at Pop’s. As for why Ethel was there, she just sort of self-invited herself I guess. She asked me what I was doing one day and then she had just decided to tag along. And then she started to tag along for all of the times Juggie and I were at Pop’s,” you shrugged, your arms no longer crossed. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until you said those words aloud. “Anyways, she just told me that Jughead probably only hung out with me out of pity, why else wouldn’t he speak to me when I’m obviously sitting across from him?” Veronica noticed you biting your lip from saying anything else.

          “Is that all she said Y/N?” Veronica asked, and you shook your head looking down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world now. “Tell me what she said right now or I’ll get her to tell me herself,” Veronica’s tone was deadly, so you sniffled and mustered up all the courage you had to tell her.

          “She said that Juggie doesn’t need me in his life and that he doesn’t want me in it either,” Veronica’s face softened at your words. You had started crying so Veronica hugged you. “She was so mean Veronica, I mean who says these kinds of things to someone?” you pulled away from her embrace, cleaning up your face and wiping the tears away. You knew that you had told yourself those things, but it was easier to brush off when you could blame it on your anxiety. You definitely knew you looked like a complete and total mess because of that brief crying session. “I don’t even like Jughead in that way, I think. I’m just so confused and I don’t know how I feel and I just- it’s been five days and I miss him, Ronnie. Why do I miss him so much?”  

          “Because you care about him, and I sure as hell know that he cares about you, okay?” Veronica says reassuringly. “I think the best thing for the both of you right now is to talk to each other.” Archie had said the same thing, but you made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Jughead a thing. 

          “I doubt he’d want to speak to me, I’ve been ignoring him all week,” you let out a humorless laugh. Your face was blotchy, but you were no longer crying just sniffling from time to time. You felt the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it.

          “I’d like to disagree,” Jughead said from behind you, making you tense up. “How about we ditch and go to Pop’s to discuss this Y/N, think of it as a way to repay me for the avoidance.”  

          “Go,” Veronica insisted as the bell rang. You nodded and sent her a small forced smile before turning to face Jughead.

          “Lead the way,” you mumble, keeping your head down.


           Sitting in a booth at Pop’s next to Jughead made you feel sick. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while hoping the earth would swallow you up whole.

          “Earth to Y/N,” Jughead snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes felt droopy so you didn’t bother to turn and look him in the eyes, not like you would have been able to anyways. You hummed to let Jughead know you were listening. “So now you’re spacing out on me?”

          “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology. You had to try to stop distancing yourself from the feelings this place brought or else no progress would be made. Your therapist had told you that before, and now you were finally taking her advice.

          “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead asked, wanting the answers he should have asked for from the very beginning.

          “Tell you what exactly,” you weren’t about to start talking about the wrong thing, especially considering the fact that it wouldn’t have been the first time you did that.

          “About Ethel. Why didn’t you tell me she basically targeted your anxiety?” it was hard for Jughead to get through asking the question.

          “I didn’t want you to confirm what she had said,” you said quietly, shifting in the booth.

          “You actually believed her?”

          “I didn’t want to, but then I started analyzing everything and I noticed how our dynamic had changed from talking at all times to now hardly even saying any words when we’re near each other–”

          “That’s because we can literally make eye contact and have a full conversation Y/N… I don’t hang out…,” Jughead trailed off again, the words he was about to say felt as if they were burning his throat. He sighed, “Y/N I enjoy your company, just sitting across or next to you is good enough for me. I don’t need to have full conversations with you because you know me well enough to know that whenever I start whining like a baby when you get up it’s because I want you to grab me more food, or that when my hands are carefully tapping at the keyboard of my laptop it’s because I don’t know how to continue. You start talking about your day in hopes that I’ll figure out what to write and if I still haven’t started typing anything you start listing words alphabetically, which actually does help.

          “I’m the only one who knows that you only get the crease in between your brows when you’re trying to remember something you forgot and that when you start to fidget with your hands it’s because something is bothering you and making you feel uneasy. Y/N, I never want you to feel uneasy when you’re around me,” Jughead grabbed your hands. You hadn’t noticed you were fidgeting with them, you also hadn’t noticed that you were barely breathing.

          “Juggie I don’t know how I feel about y-you being this close to me,” you had said, barely above a whisper. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell him this information, but you felt the need to acknowledge it.

          “You think I do? I’m not even sure why I’m still holding your hands,” he said, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke at the same volume you did. He didn’t let go of your hands and instead, you quirked your eyebrow at him. He smirked, knowing that you were recalling the last time you held hands with each other. You gave him a small smile and noticed his eyes flickered towards your lips. You felt the need to do the same, and you remembered a time when you wondered what kissing was like.

          “Remember that time you let me kiss you?”

          “I remember the kiss, I don’t recall letting you,” you laughed at his reply, your forehead resting on his chest and your hands still intertwined.

          You were both no older than 13 as you walked next to each other on your way home. The friendship between the both of you had barely reached its first year of existence, while your anxiety was hardly existent. When you finally filled in the silence with a question, it was definitely not one Jughead saw coming.

          “Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jughead had scoffed, but you were genuinely interested.

          “Oh you’re being serious,” he said, as if he was surprised when you were indeed inclined to know.

          “’Course I’m being serious Jug.”

          “No Y/N, I have not kissed anyone. Have you?”

          “Nah, but I wonder what it’s like.”

          “It’s like exchanging saliva,” you gave Jughead a shove as the both of you laughed lightly. You guys neared your house and you were bummed you had to leave Jughead’s side.

          “Thanks for walkin’ me home Jug.”

          “It’s not a problem, you should know that by now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

          You smiled and he seemed satisfied with that response when you planted a kiss on his lips. He was so surprised he didn’t even get to kiss you back, but you were happy with what you had gotten.

          “Not like exchanging saliva at all,” you grinned at him and skipped your way to the door. “Bye Juggie, I’ll see you tomorrow!” and with that you went inside.

          “When did everything get so complicated?” you ask, looking up at the boy. Your anxiety levels grew exponentially a month after that because the arguments between your parents grew just as much.

          “When we started to experience different types of feelings at the same time probably,” you hummed in agreement and a quiet fell over the both of you. You sat up straight in your seat, making eye contact with Jughead, but neither of you could explain why there was a feeling of panic being shared between the both of you. Maybe it was just nervous jitters that you were both feeling, but it felt a bit too suffocating to just be that. The both of you seemed to make a subconscious effort to lean in, but separated from each other, hands no longer being held either.

          “We should figure out how we feel about each other first?” you say but it comes out as a question instead of a statement.

          “Yeah,” Jughead said quickly, which made you laugh. “I mean, yes. We should definitely get our feelings straight before moving ahead.”

          And with that, you guys shook on it.

Ravenclaw x Slytherin

This is my personal favorite pairing! Idk, I just see Slytherclaw ships as power couples.

• It would be one of those hate-at-first-sight relationships where they begin as enemies and end up head over heels.

• It would be because of something like a double-booked Quidditch field where the Ravenclaw is pissed because they KNOW they reserved it first.

• Or because the Slytherin is super competitive and can’t stand that the Ravenclaw has the best grades in their year.

• But they gradually fall in love and suddenly they’re kissing each other and their friends are snickering in the background.

• After that, they’re the newest couple in the school, and the Slytherin makes sure everyone knows it.

• But they do argue a lot, and it ranges from old couple bickering to full on rows with flying pottery involved.

• It’s usually the Ravenclaw who starts the arguments, but the Slytherin ends them skillfully and holds the longest grudge imaginable.

•Then the Ravenclaw is the first to apologize because the Slytherin is stubborn af.

• Dates include: Going to the arcade, playing mini golf, going to the pool late at night, going to a festival, etc.

Idk, they’re just so👏cute 👏

Only Us (Part Four)

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 2170

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 


“Not your best Y/N.” Mrs. Linden passed me placing my recent algebra test on my desk. I turned it over revealing my score. I groaned internally as I read it. D-, I hated algebra. “See me after class.” She added before carrying on giving the rest of the students their tests. I cowered furrowing my eyes at the paper as the end of class drew closer. The bell rang out signaling the end of the class. I stood up as I grabbing my test walking to the front of the room. The rest of the class slowly made their way out of the classroom. “Y/N.” Mrs. Linden nodded sitting at her desk. “I had asked you if you would attend tutoring lessons. And obviously you haven’t taken me up on that offer.”

“I don’t really have time—”

“School is very important Y/N. You need it to get further in life.” She responded. I opened my mouth to reply before she started again. “That is why I am giving you no choice. Ned has agreed to tutor you—I believe he talked to you already.”

“Yeah he did.” I responded.

“Good.” Mrs. Linden smiled and stood up. “Meet him in the library. He should be expecting you.”

“But—”

“This is the only option Y/N Y/L/N. You will fail unless you start getting better and it seems like you aren’t putting forth any effort. So this is your only option.”

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anonymous asked:

i saw this today and i think it's so so true: "children on tumblr expecting me to present a 5k words essay on my mental health status, my queer card, and my abuse survivor membership as reasons why I’m allowed to like what to like tbh. I hate this mentality."

Yeah!!! I 100% agree as well.

It really pisses me off that people lowkey feel entitled to my life story just because I like a certain thing and, more than that even, it pisses me off that people think my “status” as a mentally ill queer abuse survivor gives me more of a right to consume certain types of content. Like… I don’t “ship to cope” or w/e people think makes me shipping SangBum or Thramsay etc is “permissible.” Idgaf if people do ship unhealthy pairings for that reason but I don’t think they’re the only people “allowed” to ship certain things and I honestly hate that there’s people who would think my voice “matters more” because I was abused and shit. Like yeah maybe I can speak to that experience in a way other people can’t, but I don’t think that means I’m the only person who is allowed to talk about the relative morality or whatever the fuck of shipping unhealthy relationships or consuming Problematic™ content.

Yeah idk as I’m writing this I’m realizing how much I really resent the implication that I MUST ship to cope or w/e because believe me I definitely Do Not. But anyway that’s the whole other story. Thanks for the ask! ❤

When hatred turns out to be love

Title: When hatred turns out to be love

Anonymous asked: “ Request: Reader and Moriarty are flat mates but pretty much hate each other, but it’s like a love-hate relationship, and yeah? Idk, I’m not good at these things. Please and thank you! (Love your writing btw!

Characters: Moriarty and you

Pairing: Moriarty x reader

Warnings: slight swearing, kissing

Word count: 738

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“get your stuff out of the way” you said, shoving some of Moriarty’s notes from the table. “well excuse me, princess, I didn’t know you were the only one living in this apartment” he remarked. “are you saying it’s my fault all the furniture is covered with stuff?” you said, throwing your hands in the air. “well, it’s not like it’s all mine” he said. “most of it is” he said, making a defiant stance. “you’re insufferable” you mumbled, placing your stuff on the kitchen table. “also can I borrow your key?” you asked him. “why?” he asked, looking up for the first time in the conversation. “mine’s at the locksmith and I’m going out tonight” you explained. “yeah, I’m not letting you have it. You will probably lose it” Moriarty retorted. “I haven’t lost mine, it got stolen” you said, anger boiling inside of you. “I’m staying home anyways, just ring the bell” Moriarty said. “promise to open up?” you asked cautious, not overly fond of the idea. “don’t you trust me?” he smirked. Definitely not, you thought.

“Moriarty you asshole, open up!” you screamed as you rang the doorbell again. You had rung it about 5 times now and there was no sign of Moriarty. It had started to pour and you were soaking by the time you rang for the 6th time. Moriarty had been an asshole for as long as you could remember but he always made up for it. He would apologize or get you flowers or sweets. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating but it was just his way of coping, you thought. You could almost always forgive him but this was just too much. You’ve had a long night and all you wanted to do was get back into bed and now even that wasn’t going to happen. Suddenly you heard a clicking noise. You knew that sound all to well and you quickly pushed the door, finally getting into the building.

“good evening, Y/N” Moriarty said, not looking at you. “YOU ASSHOLE” you screamed, which made Moriarty turn around, earning you a surprised look. “you are soaked” he stated. “I KNOW, IT’S YOUR FAULT! I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU” you said, storming off to get a towel. “Y/N wait” Moriarty said, quickly getting up and following you. “stay away from me” you now whispered. You were seated on the edge of the tub, clutching a towel in your hands. A small tear left the corner of your eye, staining your cheek. Moriarty froze dead in his tracks. “why didn’t you just open the door?” you questioned. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for you to get upset, I was just so angry” he admitted. “don’t worry, I’ll remove my stuff, I’m moving out. You can find a new roommate” you sighed. “no no no, please don’t” Moriarty said, kneeling next to you. You finally looked at him, doubt all written over your face. When Moriarty saw you looking so miserable, something inside him broke. He hated himself for making you feel this way and all he wanted to do was make you happy. “I was angry because I thought you were going to your boyfriend” Moriarty said, feeling ashamed. “why? Why would you care? It’s not like you’ve been nice to me that often. Besides I don’t even have a boyfriend” you said, wiping a tear from your cheek. “you don’t?” Moriarty asked, surprised. When you shook your head Moriarty chuckled. “what’s so funny?” you asked defensively. “it’s just…. I’ve wanted to ask you out so many times but I thought you were taken, that’s why I was such a dick. I didn’t want to come between you and your apparently non-existent boyfriend. I love you Y/N” he said. When you remained silent, simply looking at him, Moriarty grew worried. “please, just say something” he said. “from now on, you better make sure you treat me better, you son of a bitch. Or else I’m moving out” you said, giving him a slight smile. “I promise” he said. “pinky swear?” you laughed, extending your pinky finger. Just as he took yours, you moved forward, capturing his lips with yours. Moriarty was stunned at first but soon melted into the kiss. You clung to his chest, afraid to fall into the tub. “you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to try that” you laughed, kissing him again.

Originally posted by letsdiscussaboutsherlock

Paired Up - Yoongi (suga)

Ahhh idk i dreamt about Yoongi and i decided to share my awesome dirty dream with you guys, i feel so blessed! 


Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

He turned out to be quiet because he just generally dislikes people and simply doesn’t feel like interacting with them. You discovered that soon enough when you two went to the library each day after class hours. Today was one of those days.. You didn’t like working with Min Yoongi. You couldn’t say he didn’t contribute to your project, but he only does his part and that’s it. It would be nice if he’d offer you some help since he knew you did most of the work anyway. But he didn’t. Again. He just finished his part and got ready to sleep again while you still drowned in a pile of work and you were sick of it. It was quiet in the library. All students immediately went home after school except for you guys, since Yoongi didn’t invite people to his house and you couldn’t bring boys over

‘Done.’, he murmured, shoved his papers to your side of the table and folded his arms to lay his head to rest on them.

‘Seriously, Yoongi?’

‘What?’

‘You’re just going to take a nap again?’

‘Yeah, so what?’

‘I’m still having so much work! You never ask if you can do anything!’

‘Uhm.. i don’t know if you noticed but i just finished my part.’

‘For fuck’s sake. Fine. At least get me that book i told you about, it’s on the third array to the right.’

He just rolled his eyes dramatically and got up slowly and theatrical while sighing deeply, making you roll your eyes in return. Yup. This was how your group project with the hot, mint haired Min Yoongi was going. Not exactly what you’d expected.

After twenty minutes of waiting, you were beginning to wonder if he got lost in those mere 15 meters he had to walk to get the book. You sighed and got up to go find him. Walking past the mentioned array, you saw a hint of mint flashing by from the corner of your eye. You quickly turned around to see Yoongi talking to a woman on the outside terrace. You’ve never seen this woman before so she couldn’t be a teacher. Neither have you seen her around in the library before. You tilted your head in confusion but decided to go check on him anyway. You got outside, the setting sun throwing a warm, orange light on his face. His troubled face. His…panicking face?

‘Yoongi, we still have to write a recapitulation of what we did today. Come on.’
He looked at you but the woman was still talking to him so he looked back at her, forced a smile on his face and nodded to everything she said. He wanted to get out, you could tell. You stepped closer until you were standing next to Yoongi, looking the middle-aged woman straight in the eyes.

‘As I was saying, why aren’t you working in the model industry? A handsome young man like yourself, it’s a shame. I can pull some strings you know, i know important people so i can probably get you in. Ah, how i wish i was young again. Well, it’s not that i look old now right?’, the question at the end of her nauseating sentence flowing out into a horrendous loud and shrill cackle that made you cringe. Yoongi was actually dying inside as he realized he had to answer her ridiculous question. Ofcourse she looked old. She was at least 50 and you couldn’t really say she had aged well. She was making him unbelievably uncomfortable and you were starting to pity him and his situation.

‘Yoongi, we need to get going or we’ll never be able to finish our project.’, you announced loudly while grabbing his sleeve and getting ready to head for the exit of the terrace before being stopped abruptly by the anonymous woman. You snapped your head back and glowered at her.

‘Excuse me, who are you? I wasn’t done talking to mister Min here.’

‘Who am I? The question is: who are you? Are you allowed on this property? What are you even doing here?’

‘I’m scouting for an important agency, ofcourse i’m allowed to-‘

‘No no, see, what i’m looking at right now is a thirsty cougar who’s trying to pick up young, hot guys by intimidating them with your age. You know they can’t disrespect their elders and you’re an elder alright.’

She looked at you, fully shocked and offended, but she wasn’t planning on letting herself get scolded by someone half her age.

‘Why don’t you let him tell me that, hm? I’m sure he’s man enough to stick up for himself if he needs to.’

‘He’s not interested, it’s obvious. Why don’t you just leave him alone already, okay?’

‘What makes you think you have the right to-!’

You rolled your eyes, grabbed Yoongi by his collar and yanked him forward to smash your lips on his. His eyes widened in shock and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. You softly moved your lips together and he fluttered his eyes closed, just going with the flow. You actually lost yourselves there for a few seconds until you remembered the obnoxious lady, still eyeing you both with an astonished expression on her face. You gently pulled away from Yoongi’s soft, plump lips and he leaned forward a little, not really getting the fact you were actually stopping the kiss. You pressed your lips together to suppress a giggle.
‘I’m his girlfriend.’, you dryly stated as you looked her dead in the eye. She gulped uncomfortably, murmured something and scooted out of there. You sighed in relief, glad that this whole awkward situation was gone. Now you had to deal with another. You turned around again to face Yoongi and apologize but just as you opened your mouth to say something, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips on yours again. This time it was your turn to be utterly suprised. Small whimpers escaped Yoongi’s needy moving lips as they moved against yours forcefully. Your hands moved up to tangle your fingers inside his mint green hair, pulling his locks softly. You stood there for a minute, devouring eachother, although you had no idea what the hell was going on. You thought he disliked you and now he was practically eating you up. Not that you were complaining.

After a while, he pulled away a little to catch his breath and look at you.

‘Yoongi…’, you breathed.

‘Lets go back inside.’ He grabbed your arm and pulled you with him back inside the library, carefully closing the terrace door after him before yanking you against him and attacking your lips again while smashing you with your back against the nearest bookshelf. You yelped a little from the shock and he groaned into your mouth at the sound. His hands roamed all over your body until they found your breasts. He stroked them lightly before gripping at your collar and tearing the two halfs of your blouse apart, making little white buttons spring everywhere. You whined against his lips, annoyed by the fact he just ripped your shirt but you couldn’t break away from his lustful kiss. You didn’t want to either. He smirked before taking your bottom lip between his teeth to play with it as his hand massaged your breasts. You mewled at the feeling of his hot hands kneading your bust and your hands found their way into his hair again.

‘Mmh, you like that baby?’, he whispered as he kissed his way down your neck.

‘Yes…’, you sighed out and you pulled on his hair again. You couldn’t help it, it was so soft and inviting.

‘And how about this?’, his hands sliding down to your thighs and slowly back up under your pleated skirt. He cupped your heat, his middle finger stroking your clothed slit as he bit down onto your skin.

‘Fuck Yoongi…’, you whined desperately. You needed more.

‘Fuck ____-‘, he taunted. ‘You’re so wet already, got that pussy all dripping for me? Did I get your cute little panties all soaked like that?’

You couldn’t answer properly, partially because you were embarrassed and partially because his small, soft movements were banning any thoughts other than you wanting him to keep going. You just nodded intensely and pulled him closer, his hard bulge poking into your hip as you held him against your body. He smirked against your skin. It was all going way too slow for you though. You needed more of him and you needed it right now. You snatched his head back so you could ravage his mouth again, lips and teeth wildly colliding in a messy makeout session as you held on to his hair and he to your ass. He quickly lost his composed and teasing manner as he drowned into an ocean of lust, sounds of moans and whimpers merging together in a lewd harmony. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up against the bookshelf, making you clench your legs around his waist. His mouth wandered down your chest to kiss, suck and bite the flesh of your breasts sticking out above your bra. You tilted your head back against the books and grinded your hips against him, aching to have him inside you.

‘Are we really doing this?’, you questioned, breathing heavily and half chuckling because you didn’t expect this to happen at all when you came here to study with him.

‘Fuck yes, we’re doing this. Hold on tight.’, he growled as he released your thighs to hook his long, thin fingers around the waistband of your panties to take them off quickly. You held on to his shoulders as he continued to shove his own pants and boxers down as well. He stroked himself a few times before placing his tip at your dripping entrance. He softly brushed the head between your folds, getting it all wet and slippery and rubbing it against your clit, making you twitch up against the shelf.

‘Yoongi, don’t tease..please!’, you moaned as you tried to lower yourself down on him.

‘Fuck you’re right’, he breathed out as he guided himself inside you at last. His hands moved back to your thighs and gripped them thightly so he had more control over how fast or slow he would let you sink down on him. It became fast. He practically slammed himself inside of you with one, hard thrust, not being able to restrain himself any longer. He was losing control, as were you since you were both moaning loudly and prolonged.

‘Fuck ____-… so tight…’, he panted as he started thrusting up into you. Your mind was blank, you didn’t notice anything other than the pleasure he was giving you, gradually ramming his thick cock inside. A string of curses flew out of his mouth as he picked up his speed, bucking his hips up into you in a steady, fast rhytm, making the sound of colliding flesh echo through the empty arrays of books. You leaned down to capture his lips with yours, your kiss heated and rushed when you both felt yourselves climbing towards your orgasms. Your moans, punctuated with each hard thrust, muffled by eachothers lips.

‘Yoongi…faster…’, you moaned in his mouth. He groaned but complied. He started slamming into you forcefully and with an incredible speed that made you see stars. You felt your walls getting ravished from the inside, his wide tip rubbing at your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again with practically no time inbetween to recover, just the way you liked it. A hot feeling started brewing inside the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting awfully close. Yoongi was as well, judging by his moans against your lips hightening in pitch and his thrusts inside your throbbing core snapping up quicker and sloppier.

‘Fuck… _____-… I’m gonna…fuck!’, he grunted before letting his head fall down on your chest, gripping your thighs so hard it hurt and holding you down on him as he erupted inside of you with suppressed groans. Your own orgasm snapped when you felt him twitch inside you, releasing ribbons of hot, white liquid all up into your burning core. Your head fell back onto the books behind you again as you moaned and lightly squeaked at the feeling of being filled with his hot seed. You stayed like that for a while. Your hands resting on his shoulders, his head on your half naked chest and his cock still inside you. You panted heavily as you tried to catch your breaths until Yoongi started laughing lightly.

‘What is it?’, you asked him, amused.

‘Well, i know for sure i’ll be doing this assignment with way more energy and excitement like this.’

‘You just got yourself a deal.’, you winked and placed a kiss on his lips.


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Because I Love You

Anonymous requested: Please do a one shot with Lydia Martin x reader? Maybe Lydia and reader having like a fight or something which leads to them confessing feelings for each other?

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Lydia Martin x reader
Word count: 1.6k+

A/N: lmfao this is really cheesy and fluffy idk how it ended up like this BUT ENJOY

Tags: @cynicaloser

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Hate That I Like You

Summary: Just two people who like each other.

Word count: 1643

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): just two idiots who like each other, oh and Jackson being annoying to Jaebum but it’s okay! there’s no conflicts around! :D

A/N: this fic was written a long back, and i forgot about it until i rummaged through my ideas and found this lol. so yeah. anyway, i wanted to post more fics but… my brain just ain’t working well with me so idk. i’ll try to update as much as i can.

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anonymous asked:

demonstuck au where dave is a demon from a long line of powerful demon who just wants to hang and karkat is a hunter from a family of hateful, medium strength hunters who honestly sees nothing wrong with demons and then idk they fall in love or something i love davekat

tfw when ur johnblocked again 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD2PrJVfFt0

anonymous asked:

hi~ i read your about page where you said you might write up your reasons for not liking some ft ships like the whole debate with fraxus/miraxus & chendy/rowen but i couldn't find anything on it on your blog so i wondered what were your thoughts on that? i know there's fandom arguments about homophobia and crackshipping there too. i’m a multishipper but i really like your anti posts for naruto so i thought if you had any ft ones then they might be as good! �

Thank you! I’m really glad you that like my Naruto posts. They’re pretty controversial, so nice comments are always appreciated! 😅 Dude, I haven’t updated by ‘about’ page in months, so doing that write-up completely passed my mind… Thanks for being interested though! I guess I’ll spill:

Right, this might be quite controversial, so remember that any opinions expressed are just personal preferences/reasons, right? ⚠️

Like I said on my page, “I have a ‘manga > anime’ complex thanks to Studio Pierrot, so I only read FT. I wanted to avoid filler brainwashing, bias and only know of canon with this series, after the mess with Naruto…” Therefore, I only really ship that which I believe is substantially depicted/suggested in canon, and kind of have a bit of a pet peeve for anything outside of that.
[ #1 justification disclaimer! ]

( 1 ) Mir/axus [ & Fraxus ]

So I was genuinely surprised that Mir/axus was even a thing when I started searching the fandom’s tag, once I’d caught up. I don’t know if they’ve been implied in filler, but they were non-existent as a romantic pair in the manga. Honestly, they hardly had any on-panel interaction… Like, the only evidence that came to mind for “logical” reasoning behind them was chapter 380’s cover art. (Maybe 329’s, at a push.) I even tried to find some supposed “moments” under their Wikia page, but that listed was merely scarce interaction with no romantic subtext; each synopsis was pretty much grasping for straws.

Here’s the thing – you mentioned the fandom discourse of “homophobic” accusations, right? Now, the I too hate when shippers (in any fandom) cry that, simply because others don’t ship a queer pairing. Like, c’mon. But, in this case (and Wendy’s), I must admit that I do find it somewhat relevant… Idk if this ship’s popularity (and, more so, acceptance alongside the actual semi-canon pairs) is because most have been influenced by external material or if it’s just because there’s no other member of the opposite sex that they’re paired with, but Fraxus was actually suggested in canon; emphatically from Freed’s point of view! Even on Laxus’ side, numerous chapters have moments that – here’s the thing – anyone would undeniably accept if either Freed or Laxus were female*.

[ My volumes are enclosed in my bookcase, but luckily I have 49 – 57 (Avatar – Alvarez) on-hand beside my bed, so I skimmed through to find (max.) five pages to evidence Laxus’ P.O.V. ‘cause this post will already be long enough. ]

Chapter 416: “At this rate, I won’t be able to protect what’s important to me.”

It’s also worth noting that the official tankōbon/volume translation of this reads: “I’m not strong enough to protect the people I love yet.”

Chapter 460.

Chapter 462: “But that ain’t important now. All I’ve got on my mind… Is bringing the pain to the bastard who took out Freed and the others.”

Chapter 472: “So you’re the one who did a number on Freed and the others?”

Chapter 473: “Thanks a lot, Freed… There’s no wizard that could break your spells…”

*That’s the key consideration – that if you were to replace either’s gender for that of the opposite sex, it changes how they’re perceived. These panels, for example, are dismissed by those who oppose Fraxus, but they would be regarded as “ship moments” and a validation of Laxus’ affection if you were to replace Freed’s name in the dialogue and/or presence in the panels with a female (Mira)!

That’s why I can kind of understand these claims, ’cause the existence and general fandom acceptance of these ships is very heteronormative in that respect (i.e. ignoring present queer pairings for heterosexual ‘crack-ships’) which makes it kind of discriminatory; reminiscent of homophobia perhaps. [ Although, I agree that term is a little extreme, as it doesn’t seem intentionally prejudiced. ] Whilst Freed is emphatically portrayed as LGBT+, Laxus’ sexuality is a little more implicit, yet he is assumed straight by default… It’s ironic/hypocritical because the majority of ships are founded upon one character’s feelings, whilst neither Mira nor Laxus have shown said romantic interest in each-other.

( 2 ) Ro/Wen [ & Chendy ]

Again, I hate Ro/Wen due to a similar reasoning. Finding out that they even existed as a ship was baffling, tbh! I mean, at least Miraxus had the cover as some rationale, but Ro/Wen is based solely on them being the same age… Talk about heteronormative? Also, technically, that’s an incorrect claim, due to the seven year time-skip in which she remained frozen. Like, she’s actually the same age as Sting & Rogue. But you don’t find her forced with them. Why, because they’re older and that’s frowned upon? You know, despite the same premise applying to Ro/Wen; since Romeo was half Wendy’s age when she was introduced (6 & 12).

The ship can’t even be supported with evidence, since they had no significant canon interaction until the Alvarez Arc. Their only other contact was in an omake. Yet their age difference is evident in both; dismissing any reach at romantic subtext. In the omake, Romeo refers to Wendy as “nee[-chan]”. Similarly, she is presented comforting him like a child, with him looking up to her as that same sister figure in their Alvarez panels. I have seen some of these shippers disregard Chendy as being “platonic”, when Romeo and Wendy’s dynamic is actually – canonically and strictly – such.

Chendy, however, do have a substantial, visibly & literally present, mutual bond. They have extensive, plentiful interaction, as well as an actually present romantic subtext… I know that it may be difficult for (I guess) anyone outside of the LGBT+ or a truly ‘open’ community to understand, due to our heteronormative society – as Chendy are often disregarded as “just friends” (🙄) – but many of their moments transcend platonic affection and bear intense likeness to the other romantic pairs’ depictions. For example, they are also featured alongside the semi-canon couples in art-work, like Mashima’s couple sketches on Twitter.

Not to mention that friendship is the foundation of any healthy, romantic relationship! Of course they’re going to be best friends before engaging in such, particularly in the case of same-sex pairs. Yet no-one uses this dialogue (of labelling each-other as “friends”) against NaLu, despite them stating the other as that same description on numerous occasions. But despite that mentioned above, Chendy are still dismissed. Again, if either were the male, then it would be a different situation… I mean, since people ship characters based solely on covers and all – chapter 421’s cover (among others)?

Summary:

Obviously there’s nothing wrong with crack-shipping! And, no, not liking a queer pair [more than a straight one] doesn’t make you “homophobic”. But – in the case of Fraxus 🆚 Mir/axus & Chendy 🆚 Ro/Wen – I think that there is something kind of messed up with arrogantly defying a character’s canon depicted/suggested sexuality and/or romantic interest(s). There is something somewhat discriminatory about disregarding their other prevalent, significant and actually developed bonds, to the extent that someone’s heteronormativity is so severe that they substitute a same-sex character for an irrelevant one of the opposite sex, who does not even have decent interaction with the character in question; fabricated entirely from the ridiculous, inaccurate [R/W] rationale of them being “the same age” or merely sharing a chapter cover.

That sounds much harsher than I intended, I’m so sorry! Btw, I don’t blame shippers – everyone is (obviously) allowed to ship what they want! What’s stated above is simply why I’m against Mir/axus and Ro/Wen, especially as an avid supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and a bisexual myself.

[ I’ve updated by ‘about’ page now too, btw! ]

Bulletproof (ch. 1)

OK SO REMEMBER WHEN I GOT PROMPTS AND THEN D IDNT DO THEM? this is why. this absolute frankensteins monster. I just. I had this human!au in my head, and… now it’s a thing. A very long thing. With a plot… help.
@velocifoxy @idk-and-idc-and-idr

Descrip:
Slow burn (not super slow to start w/ but it gets slower. Like. Really slow.) suuuper hurt comfort, probably gonna get nsfw in the future because. I hate writing easy things apparently. (There’s a one night stand implied that m i g h t not be the best decision the characters ever made. This does get addressed in another chapter, but not this one) really a lot of awful angsty metaphors that go on like 3 sentences too long I’m sORRY

Pairings:
Logince (eventually lamp but… yknow. slow burn.)


TRIGGERS:
Alcohol mention, emotional abuse, rebound, bad break up, poison/gun mention, v brief murder mention, gets a tiny bit nsfw at the end (they don’t even kiss, guys, Roman is just a big flirt who maybe makes bad decisions sometimes)


Prompt:
From @killerfangirl3
“I’m bulletproof, just don’t shoot me”

They say if you take little bits of poison everyday for years, you could one day be immune, if those little bits didn’t kill you first. Unfortunately, the same isn’t true for love.

Roman staggered out of the party early, words ringing in his ears. “Convenient.” That’s all he had been. “Convenient.” A step up to bigger things. He was famous, but not famous enough. Rich, but they had wanted richer. Soft, when they wanted useful. The casual voice over champagne clinking. “You didn’t think it meant anything, did you? People like you. Now, they like me! It was convenient to-”
Roman winced at the memory. He had to move. It was near midnight, and pouring rain, gold from the streetlights playing on every drop as they fell. His jacket and umbrella were inside, but his wallet and phone (dead, probably) still sat in his pocket, so he cut his losses, stepping out from under the porch of the grand, old house, still glowing with lights and people and noise.
He though little bits of love would be okay. But it never worked like that. He couldn’t just do a little. It was less like saying to take small doses of poison everyday, than it was getting shot everyday. The only way to be really bulletproof was to never hand someone the gun …He didn’t know where he was going. His dress shoes didn’t have the same satisfying click on soaked pavement as they did on marble or hardwood. His hair was flat, and clinging to his skull. He didn’t feel anything. So he kept walking.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but when sensation returned, it came in the form of being cold. Then his feet hurt.
Looking around, the only light on was shining from a dusty looking store front. He doubted anyone would be open at that hour, but the crash of heavy rain was weighing on his senses, and his last stitch of self preservation pushed him to the door. It swung open with a halfhearted jingle from a rusted bell.
At first, he couldn’t see anyone. Every wall seemed to be covered in books, as well as much of the floor. He could hardly see the ceiling, but the shelves went past where he thought a regular ceiling ought to be and then some. Stacks of ancient creaking leather bound tomes, dog eared paperbacks, and bent, stained hardcovers nearly covered every inch. It looked less like a store and more like a… hoard.
Roman stood dripping on the doormat in utter awe, until something moved in the back of the shop. Sure enough, a face was poking out from around a bookshelf. The man had large black glasses pushed up onto his forehead, making his hair spike in every direction. He had red marks on the bridge of his nose from wearing them too long, and was blinking at Roman like he’d just woken up.
“Oh, uh give me a moment.”
He extracted himself clumsily from what must have been a desk at some point and unfolded from a leather chair he’d been sitting in, adjusting his tie and putting his glasses back on their perch.
“Alright. My name is Logan, what are you looking for tonight?”
He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his clothes crumpled. Roman was so shellshocked by the sight he nearly forgot to answer. He felt his cheeks grow red from more that just the cold. “I- uh- I’m not looking for anything in particular, I’m just… Browsing.”
He willed the man to leave it at that, he could pretend to look at books, warm up, call a taxi and go cry into his pillow without being recognized by a cute clerk at a weird bookshop. Logan squinted at him from behind the glasses, taking a step forward. Roman flinched instinctively back, shoulders bumping the glass door. /this is it, he’s going to recognize me, tell a some news site and get a picture as I run off or something. ‘Local star now local washed up wreck…’/
“Are you sure? We usually only get people looking for something specific… we only really have older, out of print books that people value as collectors… Sir? Are you alright?”
The clerks voice had nothing but honest curiosity turned concern as he walked closer. Roman realized his eyes where still closed tight, waiting for when he’d have to run. He opened them to find Logan much closer too him, inspecting him with a worried face.

/he’s cuter up close… wait no don’t do that bad idea/

“uh. Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
“No, no you’re not. Your teeth are chattering. Follow me. Try not to get any books wet. If you have to, drip on the romance novels on the left. They never sell anyways.”
The clerk turned on his heel and walked further into the shop.
“You could also go back into the rain, if you want, but I would recommend accepting help. You look freezing and probably lost, and nothing else around runs this late.”
Roman shrugged. ‘Local star murdered by weird book seller’ sounded better than 'local star found frozen solid on side walk’ anyways. He followed Logan back into the shop. Two large bookshelves split the space in two, creating a doorway between them into the rest of the room. A rickety wooden staircase disappeared into shadows at the very back.
To Romans right was what could almost be called a parlor, a large, deep leather sofa sat facing several cushy armchairs covered in fading fabric, separated by a low coffee table. On his left was a workshop of some sort, incredibly tidy in contrast to the rest of the store, a bright desk lamp shone on a thick, dusty book, which lay naked with its leather cover to one side. A number of tools stood like a row of soldiers to one side.
Roman let himself be ushered onto the sofa, which reminded him exactly how sore his feet were. He let out a sigh. It might have been a terrible idea to crash at a random collectors book store because the sofa was comfy and the clerk was cute, but after a night like his it was danm tempting. Logan was mostly quiet as he moved about the space, up and down the stairs to fetch things, leaving Roman to his thoughts. He stared into space, trying not to think them, until something warm wrapped around his shoulders.
He looked up to see Logan pulling a wool blanket around him, tutting under his breath. “It’s never a good idea to soak yourself to the bone like this. It’s going to take a while to warm you up.” Roman nodded dully, remembering how much of a mess he must look. /that’s probably why he doesn’t recognize you. The longer you stay the more you’re risking…/ he ignored himself, watching Logan move around the space. His shirt, already rumpled, was pushed up past his elbows, showing his arms. His hands and his slacks were covered in ink stains that Roman hadn’t noticed at first.
The wool blanket smelled like peppermint. Maybe that’s what Logan smelled like.

He was too tired for attractive strangers, he decided. He was heart broken, metaphorically and literally lost, who cared if he wondered if attractive nerds smelled like peppermint or not. He settled further into the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket like a cloak.
/you’re so screwed./ his brain whispered. /so very very screwed./
The stairs creaked, and Logan came reappeared carefully balancing two steaming mugs. He set one down in front of Roman, then lowered himself into the chair and blew on his mug. When Roman didn’t reach for his immediately, he held eye contact and raised an eyebrow pointedly. Roman sighed and sat up, peering into it suspiciously. “It’s hot chocolate. It’s not going to bite you.” “I know what it is! I was just-” the eyebrow again. “Fine, fine. I’m drinking it. Happy?” Logan hummed and Roman tried not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t good hot chocolate by any means, but it was hot. And vaguely chocolate. So it helped, at least a little. They sat for a while, until both cups sat below half, and Roman had a pleasant glow in his stomach.
Logan set his mug down with a decisive clack.
“So. Talk.”
Roman immediately stiffened, and Logan backed up, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything at all, really, but you clearly had a difficult night. I’m not sure what else you need right now, and some context would be appreciated. Besides.” Logan leaned back in the chair, eyeing him. “I don’t usually get that many mysterious customers on the nightshift, surprisingly. I’m curious.” Roman felt his cheeks heat up again, and scolded himself for being so happy for the attention. Most people assumed they knew everything about him. It was nice to feel… interesting, in a normal way.
/whatever./ his brain muttered bitterly.
/he’s probably just curious about the weird, wet idiot on his doorstep. You look horrible, anyways. Any chance at 'charming stranger’ was ruined ages ago./
he sighed, and cleared his throat.
“I… bailed on a party.” That was true, technically.
“I…”
/say anything/ his brain urged.
/you don’t need to tell him how pathetic your night was. You didn’t ask for his help/
“I had a pretty bad break up.”
/really?/ his mind was screaming.
But Logan just winced sympathetically.
“That must have been difficult… do you… would you like to talk about it?”
Every instinct in his head told him not to. But he felt… warm. Safe.
“I… was seeing some one who… was after something specific. After …they got that, I was unnecessary.” His voice sounded small and broken in his own ears, despite him trying to keep it steady. When he found the courage to look up, there was no pity or disgust in the other mans eyes.
“That sucks.”
It was the most casual he’d been all night. Roman couldn’t help laughing.

The terror of telling things like that to strangers returned somewhat after that, and the conversation moved on to lighter things. Mostly about Logan. He found out Logan slept upstairs, for convenience sake, and that he worked part time as a substitute English teacher, when he wasn’t restoring books. Logan tapped his fingers on his chair like he was playing a piano when he was thinking. Logan snorted when he laughed, if you could get him to do it. Logan didn’t think he was very good with people.
Romans eyes were raw from crying, but he felt like the full effect of the night hadn’t even started to hit him. It was terrifying. Almost everything was. Tomorrow morning felt like some kind of deadline. Some kind of cliff.

Fortunately, it wasn’t tomorrow morning yet. Logan coughed politely, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“As nice as this is,” ('he thinks it’s nice!’ Part of him said. 'Shut. up.’ said a larger part) “my shift is about to end.”
Romans heart sank.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight?”
Logans voice was soft, almost… nervous.
Romans heart was on a danm rollercoaster.
“I… technically, yes.”
There was the eyebrow again. “Technically?” Bile rose in Romans throat. “I would… rather not go back in this state, but I do have somewhere to go. If you lend me your phone I could call a cab-”
“No! -I mean.”
Logan cleared his throat, less gracefully this time. “That’s not necessary. You can stay here. If you want, that is.”
This was familiar ground. Roman could feel his feet under him as Logan got more and more flustered. “And who’s bed would I be sleeping in, exactly?” Roman knew he was grinning at this point.
“Uh- t-there’s a spare couch upstairs, I suppose you could have my bed if you-”
“Not quite what I meant, gorgeous.”
Roman pulled himself up off the couch, and stalked over to the armchair Logan was sitting in. He was close enough to see the other man swallow nervously. Getting no signal to back off, he planted both hands on the arms of the chair, caging Logan in, and waited for him to make a move.
Throw him out, or…
One of Logans hands grabbed the back of his neck. “I suppose” he muttered, pulling Roman towards him “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Deconstruct

Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Modern, non-magical, college AU

Word Count: 2,373

Written For: @thetourguidebarbie [fic giveaway #3]



Pansy meets him on the very first day of junior high.

Her summer sunburn is peeling off the freckled tops of her shoulders, and her hair is freshly cut, sleek and slightly stiff with baby-pink glitter, and Draco Malfoy—who now smells like mocha Frappuccinos and the Hugo Boss counter at Nordstrom—is red-cheeked and haughty and furious as he calls Harry Potter ‘four-eyes’ in front of their entire morning-block math class.

And it isn’t a particularly funny, or witty, or clever insult, but Pansy still giggles like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard.

Draco smirks.

Potter glances at her like she’s an insect.


 

Draco breaks up with her at the eighth-grade dance.

It’s humiliating, and she’s shrill and breathless and a little hysterical as she pours most of a can of Diet Coke all over the front of his ugly mauve and green Express button-down; instantly, he’s pouting, glaring at her like she’s the one who’s betrayed him, and she spins on her too-high platform stilettos before stomping out of the badly lit assembly room and heading blindly for the very last place anyone would think to search for her.

The soccer field.

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