i thought you guys were supposed to be graceful or good at jumping or something

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.3]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.

You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.

hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)

Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.


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The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.

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The Story Of A Girl Who Has A Crush On A Cute Cashier

“It’s okay, you can do this, talk to her. She’s just a girl. Just a gal. Like you. There’s nothing weird about this. She’s human, you’re human. Everything should be fine.” I whispered to myself until I noticed what I was doing and stopped. I approached the front desk and looked at the cute cashier.

I only gave her a glance but it was enough to see what I wanted to see. I saw her beautiful neon blue hair, her adorable freckles and her pink eyes. I saw the little chub to her cheeks and I saw the smirk on her face as she played a game on her phone while waiting for customers. I saw enough to know I was in love.

“Hello.” I said, and my voice cracked. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I put down my things on the counter and remained quiet.

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Ice Ice Baby chapter 1: Baby Makes Two

It’s finally here! I’m so happy to finally get to share this with all of you. I won’t spoil anything right now, notes will come with the next chapter. 

This fic will actually have a posting schedule. Crazy, right? I’ll update once a week on Sunday.

Summary: Juvia has started a journey that she’s always wanted. A journey to become a mother. But can she really do it by herself? What will she do when an unexpected blizzard changes everything? 

You can read all chapters: HERE!

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”


The kind elderly doctor smiled, “Your test results came back positive. You’re going to be a mom.”

Her heart pounded a little more, her lips quivered as she held back a smile, “Juvia is so happy.”

25-year-old Juvia Lockser truly had never been more pleased with her life. One thing she had always wanted since childhood was to have a baby. Although, one part of the equation wasn’t right…

“I’m glad,” her doctor handed her a few pamphlets, “I’ll schedule an appointment when you’re a little farther along. Will the father be joining you?”

“Um,” Juvia hesitated, she lowered the pamphlet on vitamins to her lap, this was the part of the equation she wasn’t happy with, “I will ask. But… he may not be as happy as Juvia.”

“I see, well don’t push him. It takes men a little longer to accept an unplanned pregnancy then women. If you do need any help, we do have a full support staff.”

“Juvia appreciates it,” the blue haired mother-to-be listened closely as her doctor discussed other things she could do to stay healthy for her little one.

About an hour later, Juvia stepped out into the late winter day, finally finished inside the medical building. The weather was warming up nicely in late March. And it wasn’t the sun shining that made her want to skip. How she couldn’t wait to hold that precious little life in her arms!

Sliding into her car, she leaned back fully against the seat, “A baby for Juvia.”

A smile would not leave her face no matter how hard she tried. She thought of tiny clothes and bows and trucks and diapers and birthdays and hugs and slobbery kisses. What a wonderful adventure she was starting.

The smile dimmed when she started her car. There was just one problem she saw… would her boyfriend be just as happy as she?

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Dancing On My Own: Part 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Drinking

Part One

Word Count: 1144

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. He hadn’t planned on Steve building up the sudden courage to ask you out on a casual date. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: As angsty as this story is going to be (and trust me – there is going to be heavy loads of angst) there is a certain sweetness between the Bucky and reader that I love.

I love hearing from all of you! 

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by thetimelordsarefalling

Originally posted by gossipgirlfanblog

Bucky had been paralyzed with fear as he watched you adjust from the shock of Steve’s surprise to shaking your head yes as Steve slid the ring on your finger. Once he was able to move again he meandered his way back to the bar. As a friend he wanted to be happy for you both – to congratulate you even, but he just couldn’t bring himself to fake it. You found him still at the bar an hour later after you quietly slipped away from Steve’s side to let him fend for himself with the last of the well-wishers.

The sound of your voice caused Bucky to jump slightly as you slid into the chair beside him. As he turned to look at you, you couldn’t help but notice that his smile didn’t quite reach his bloodshot eyes. “Buck, what have you been drinking?” you asked as you grabbed his glass to take a sniff. The smell of the amber liquid actually took your breath away.

“Thor’s secret stash,” he replied with a wink. He paused awkwardly as his smile slipped slightly. “So I guess congratulations are in order?” he asked. You had an odd feeling that Bucky was less than thrilled with the new developments of your relationship with Steve. You smiled tightly at his loaded question. You still weren’t sure what had compelled you to shake your head ‘yes’ to Steve. You loved him, sure, but you didn’t feel that butterfly feeling that you always thought you would when you saw him go down on one knee.

“I suppose so,” you tried to respond casually but it seemed too forced. Bucky immediately picked up on your tone.

“What is it?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“It’s nothing,” you assured him. It felt more like you were trying to assure yourself than Bucky when you responded. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of panic that had enveloped you since you had said yes.

“It’s obviously something,” Bucky remarked with a shrug as he brought his glass to his lips. It was next to impossible to lie to Bucky, but that didn’t mean you had to tell him the truth – you reasoned with yourself that you were obviously just emotional and tired.

“So you and Nat?” you trailed off in silence – waiting for Bucky to respond.

Bucky stiffened suddenly – his eyebrows arching in question before realization spread across his face. “I don’t know,” he shrugged as he answered gruffly. You could tell he was in one of his moods so it would be impossible to get a straight answer from him.

You felt a pang of jealousy again – which you tried to quell to no avail. Why the hell were you concerned with Bucky’s love life after just getting engaged to the man of your dreams? “Buck, just be careful,” you warned as you squeezed his hand.

He half-laughed as he cocked his head sideways. “I think I’ll manage doll,” he replied before downing the rest of his glass. “You’re deflecting though,” he added with a grin.

“Deflecting what?” You asked as the bartender placed a drink in front of you. You swirled the amber liquid in the glass as you looked down. You knew you couldn’t bullshit Bucky, and he was certainly on to you.

“Are you happy?” he whispered softly next to you. The change in his voice made you look up into his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice that they seemed remarkably sad. The sight made your breath catch in your throat causing you to swallow hard.

“Are you?” you asked in return – forgetting about your own worries for a moment as you studied your friend’s face.

“You can’t answer a question with another question,” Bucky snorted as he looked at you. “Are you… happy?” he asked as he slid his hand over yours – the warmth of his presence immediately enveloping it.

You didn’t know why you couldn’t answer the question directly. Maybe it had something to do with the amount of champagne you had drank earlier, the endless congratulations from the partygoers, or maybe it was the look on your best friend’s face that uncomfortably squeezed at your heart. Regardless of what it was – you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. “Steve’s a great guy. I’m lucky,” you responded with a tightlipped smile. Bucky didn’t seem convinced but had the good grace to drop the subject.

“Well I’m happy if you’re happy,” he responded with a smile. “Hey – how about a dance, birthday girl?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Bucky you hate dancing!”

“Not with you,” he replied with a grin as he hopped off the barstool and offered you his hand. You took it without hesitation and he led you to the dance floor. He brought you close to him wrapping one of his hands around yours and resting the other on the small of your back. You could tell that he had had quite a bit to drink by how comfortable he was. He looked down at you with a grin before he whispered, “You look beautiful tonight.” There was a reverence in his voice that made you blush as you rested your head on his chest.

“Buck?” you asked quietly.


“Will you promise me something?”

“Anything doll,” he whispered. His heart raced at your question and he prayed silently that you couldn’t hear it.

“Promise me you’ll always be here?” you asked as you lifted your head to look up at him.

He smiled at this – a real smile – where the corner of his eyes crinkled. Those were always your favorite. “I promise, doll,” he whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You hugged him tightly in response. Bucky was always the one that kept you grounded and you worried that your engagement would somehow push him away.

“Mind if I cut in?” Steve asked. Bucky’s grasp on you tightened before he smiled and let you go. You watched over Steve’s shoulder as Bucky made his way back to the bar to sit next to Nat.

“What was that about?” Steve whispered in your ear, causing you to snap out of your internal monologue.

“He was just congratulating me,” you answered with a smile as you looked up at your fiancée.

“Are you happy?” Steve whispered into your ear as he held your body tightly to his.

“The happiest,” you whispered back before planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I know that look, Barnes,” Nat warned as she eyed Bucky suspiciously.

“What look?” he asked playfully – trying in vain to shake Nat’s suspicion.

“That look you get when you’re about to do something incredibly stupid. What are you thinking?” she asked hesitantly – afraid of the answer.

“I’m thinking I’m going to steal my best friend’s girl,” Bucky answered with a grimace as he drained the rest of his glass.

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anonymous asked:

hello, do you mind me asking what happened with sleepy hollow? I only watched the first season lol

not at all! okay so first off, congratulations on escaping the train wreck early. second, there was a shitload of bs happening behind the scenes, 99% of which we are still in the dark about. the rest is under a cut bc damn.

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Friends; Remus Lupin x Reader

Word count: 2,065

This is trash but I wanted to upload it anyway.

A frustrated groan left your lips as you attempted to study for your upcoming charms test. You were usually a pretty good student. Maybe you weren’t top of your class, but you had never failed a course. Charms was considered by many to be an incredibly easy class so you couldn’t help but berate yourself for struggling with it. You weren’t sure what exactly tripped you up about it. Maybe it was the pronunciation you couldn’t get right. It could have been the exact wand movement that your wrist couldn’t seem to emulate. It seemed sometimes that you couldn’t even remember what half the spells in your textbook actually did. How could attend one of the greatest schools for Witches and Wizards when you couldn’t even memorize the spells?

You had been sitting in the library for hours now and you had made very little progress. You were starting to feel very uncomfortable after being hunched over your textbook so you decided to call it a night. There was no way you were going to be able to retain anything at this point. You closed your book with a huff and trudged back to your common room deciding to get some sleep and leave your frustration for tomorrow.

Professor Flitwick has always been a kind man. You liked him and most of your classmates did too. The next day you decided to approach him about receiving help in the subject. He was more than happy to suggest that you should be tutored by another student. He joked that someone younger could do a much better job at explaining it and making it far more interesting. You had to admit, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. You were willing to take any help you could get.

“Who did you have in mind Professor?”

“Ah- Well, I think Remus Lupin would be an excellent choice. He seems like quite a friendly young man and the tutoring counts as extra credit for him, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”


Of course, you knew who Remus was. You’ve had a few classes with him over the years and he could usually be found in the company of James Potter. You had spoken a few words to Remus but you’ve never really had a proper conversation with him. He seemed incredibly kind; you had never once heard a bad story about him. Even though you were sure he was a nice guy, you couldn’t help but feel… nervous? You couldn’t deny that he was definitely attractive. Most girls around the castle seemed to be interested in his friend Sirius Black. Every girl wanted a chance to be on the receiving end of his signature smirk but that didn’t really appeal to you. However, Remus mesmerized you.

You couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that he would say no. You barely even knew each other. What if he wasn’t interested? Of course, Professor Flitwick had said that it would count as extra credit for him. Even that seemed off to you though, you were sure Remus was one of the brightest wizards in your year. Why would he need extra credit?

Nevertheless, you found your feet carrying you in the direction of the marauders that afternoon in the Great Hall.


He turned his head to meet your eyes and nerves flooded your stomach all over again. You tried to ignore the looks of James and Sirius. They were no doubt wondering what exactly your relationship was with their friend and why they hadn’t seen you around before.

“Y/N? Can I help you?”

The words were stuck in your throat and you felt your face heating up. You didn’t think this was going to be a big deal but now that he was in front of you with his messy hair and beautiful eyes, you felt frozen.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He seemed concerned. All of them were staring at you now and you mentally cursed yourself for getting so nervous over nothing.

Say something.

Say something.

I-I’m failing charms. Well, I’m not really failing… yet but I am struggling with it. Professor Flitwick said that you could tutor me. He said you could get extra credit for it. Of course- you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I just thought I would ask.” You trailed your sentence off in a whisper.

“Um, Sure. We could start tonight if you want. I’ll meet you in the library at 6?” His cheeks were slightly flushed and he was rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but think that you had never seen a more perfect sight.

“That would be great, Remus. Thank you so much.”

You hurried out of the Great Hall before you could make out what exactly his friends were saying. If they were back there laughing at you, you definitely didn’t want to know about it.


Maybe you were doomed to fail. It all made perfect sense to you when Remus explains it but when you set off to try it on your own, you can’t get it right. This was your third day studying with him and to say you were frustrated was an understatement. Remus, of course, was incredibly patient with you. He was just as lovely as you had imagined he would be. Admittedly, sometimes it was hard to focus with him sitting so close to you. Your senses were filled with the scent of chocolate and firewood. He would congratulate you when you got something right and reassure you when you messed up. Lately, he seemed to only be reassuring you. It was a Saturday and everyone else was off at Hogsmeade. Your mind began to drift off and Remus’ words became white noise in the background.

Your roommates were probably off drinking Butterbeer right now. You tried to picture yourself there with them but you couldn’t really imagine having a good time. The rest of the Marauders were probably there too. James was probably unsuccessfully flirting with Lily, Sirius was most likely chatting up some Ravenclaw and Peter was probably just happy to be there. Then there was Remus, he was stuck here in the library with you. He was stuck tutoring you even though you both knew it was a lost cause. You looked over at him and took in his appearance. You focused on the light scars on his skin, the slight blush on his cheeks, and the way he bit his lip. He truly was beautiful. You felt tears start to prick and burn at your eyes and before you could do anything Remus looked over to see it too.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You heard Remus’ voice reach your ear and his fingers intertwined with yours.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” You started to wipe the tears from your cheeks and tried to pull yourself together. You always hated crying in front of people and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself even more.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You suddenly became aware that he had now wrapped his arm around you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

That was all you needed. Once you started speaking, you couldn’t seem to stop. Everything was just coming out at once.

“It’s just- I’m terrible at this. You are a fantastic tutor, don’t get me wrong. Every time you explain this to me it finally starts to make sense but when I try to do it on my own, I can’t handle it. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I wake up in the middle of the night and I can never go back to sleep. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately too. I just get lost in my own head, you know? I start overthinking everything. I feel like maybe I’m not good enough for… anything. I don’t have any close friends either. I mean there’s my roommates and their nice and there’s friends that I say chat with over dinner, but there’s no one that I can really talk to. Every problem and insecurity I have, I just bottle it up and push it down because there’s no one to share it with. My life feels so mundane. I just wake up, go to class, and eat meals and go to sleep. It all just feels like this endless cycle. I just feel like I’m stuck. I don’t even really have a right to be complaining, do I? I’m sure there are people that have legitimate problems and I’m crying because my life is too… boring? I feel ridiculous. Then there’s you, you could be in Hogsmeade with your friends right now but instead your stuck with me. You’re stuck teaching me this impossible subject that I’m clearly never going to understand. Maybe there was a mistake, like they got my Hogwarts letter mixed up with someone else, maybe I’m not even supposed to be here. Maybe I’m just a complete…fraud.”

The silence that followed was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard. Your words hung in the air and you started to wish you could take them back. How could you spill everything out like that to a guy that you barely know? You didn’t want to know what he was thinking about you right now. You wanted to run back to your dormitory and bury yourself away. Finally, Remus’ voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Is there anything else you’d like to get off your chest?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “N-No. I said far too much already. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have freaked out on you like that.”

“No, It’s okay. You’re wrong though, love. You aren’t a fraud. You’re incredibly bright, I know it. Everyone struggles with something; you can’t beat yourself up over that. You’ve been trying so hard these past couple days and I am so proud of you. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Everyone does. If anyone ever tells you they don’t then they’re lying to you. You’ll find yourself. You’ll figure it out. I promise. You also shouldn’t feel bad about me missing out on Hogsmeade, okay? There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here. You said you understand the content when I walk you through it, right? So we’ll keep working on it. We’ve still got some time until your test and I will spend every night in this library if that’s what it takes to prove how wonderful you really are.”

“Thank You.” You felt speechless. This boy had nothing but sweet words for you. Surely, you didn’t deserve this.

“You’re Welcome. For what it’s worth, if you ever need to vent, you can talk to me. I think it would be a privilege to be your friend.” His hand intertwined with yours and a rare, genuine smile graced your lips.


“Remus!” You jumped into his arms and he caught you in his embrace.

“Hey, sweetheart. So, how did the exam go?” He softly kissed your temple and sat you back down on the ground.

“I passed! Can you believe it? I actually passed!”

“I knew you could do it. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?”

You gave him a soft smile. “Well I did have a pretty good tutor. They say he’s the best of the best.”

“Oh, is that right?” Remus chuckled.

“Yeah. His name is Remus Lupin. Do you know him?”

“I think I’ve heard of that guy. Rumor has it, he’s like the coolest guy in the castle.”

“Definitely.” You leaned up and whispered in his ear, “He’s really hot too.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that flooded his cheeks.

You didn’t feel lost anymore. Every time you had a nightmare, you could run to him. If you ever doubted yourself, you had a shoulder to lean on now. He shared your highs and lows and he knew secrets that you never told anyone else. He truly was your best friend. When you were around him you wondered why you ever thought you would be better off alone. You couldn’t seem to shake the idea that home could be a person instead of a place made sense every time you saw the sunset reflected in his eyes.

Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter Four

Warnings: SMUT SMUT

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural 

Notes: Final chapter ): Also the end is so fluffy you might cringe. Just a warning. 

You reached your hand out, timidly petting the lion in front of you. It just made a soft, deep noise and rubbed it’s head roughly against your hand and arm, then it padded around you to rub against your side. You smiled widely and scratched it’s long main as it laid down, rolling on it’s stomach.

“I knew you’d enjoy this.” Lucifer said as he watched, stroking a black panther that was laying its head in his lap. You were out in some kind of island, large wild cats roaming around. Tigers, lions, cheetahs, leopards, jaguars, panthers, everything you could think of. And they were all friendly. They sensed Lucifer’s grace, and they took very kindly to him and you.

Nearby a tiger splashed around in a small pond with its cubs, making cute chuffing noises to each other. A family of black panthers basked in the sun, sleeping while a pair of cheetahs chased eachother around a tree.

“This is so relaxing. Such a beautiful experience.” You said and laid down on the lion, your head resting in its main and your hands rubbing and scratching its ears. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“Of course.” He said and rubbed soothing circles in the panthers head. “That lion loves you. I can feel its emotions radiating off of him.” He said and you smiled, scratching it’s ears again. This was the best therapy you could ask for. A few cubs came and played with the large lion who sat up to give them attention, you assumed he was their father.

You stood up, wiping some of the hair off of you and walked over to sit next to Lucifer. The panther gave you a look before settling back down onto his lap. You smiled at it. “He’s beautiful. Thank you again.” You said and rubbed the panthers side, it was so very soft.

“It’s getting late, we should go back to your cabin.” Lucifer said and you frowned.

“Okay.” You said in a sad tone and leant down to kiss the panther. “I’ll come visit you guys again.” You said and stood up, saying a loud goodbye to the other large felines.

As you appeared in your cabin you scared your dog, who barked loudly in surprise. Once he saw it was you he started jumping around your feet. Lucifer wasn’t there with you and that made you sad. But you supposed he had things to do. So you ate supper, fed your animals, locked your doors and climbed into your large king sized bed.

You laid in bed for a moment before you started thinking about Lucifer again. He was so sweet to you. So kind. So beautiful. You laid in bed and thought of his eyes, his skin. It was so soft too, especially his hands.

His hands.

Your cheeks warmed up as you thought about his fingers. They were long, and thick. And cold. He was a cold man. His chest was probably cold and it would probably be cold pressed up against yours. Your eyes closed at the thought, your hand slipping under your sheet between your legs. No shame entered your mind as a smile graced your lips. His fingers were yours for the night, thinking of his eyes locked on yours and his facial hair grazing against your thighs. His forked tongue between your legs. His hands roaming around every part of you, his cold hands making goosebumps rise all across your skin. His tongue on your neck, licking you, your cheek, his cool tongue entering your mouth. Kissing you as he removed his cold fingers from between your legs, placing something else down there. You finished your session then, sweating and breathing heavily with a lazy, satisfied smile on your face. Then you fell asleep with his name on your lips.

The next morning he took you out to town to buy some books. He said he could get you any book you wanted, but you wanted to go out and see other people for a change. He took it as an insult at first, but then remembered humans were social things.

“I read this book in highschool.” You commented lazily, looking at the title of the book in front of you. “I hated it because of my teacher. He was quite the asshole.” You said and Lucifer remained quiet, watching the people in the bookstore. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows. “Lucifer?” You asked and he looked at you.

“Yes?” His voice was so calm and soothing you almost forgot what you were going to say.

“I was talking to you. Is something up?” You asked and smiled, trying to brighten the obvious awkward mood.

He shook his head and turned back around with arms crossed, watching everyone move around. You just sighed and turned back to the bookshelves.

When you checked the books out and left you could tell Lucifer was in a hurry to get you back to the cabin. But you liked walking, it felt good outside and it was nice to see other human beings. He watched everyone who walked past you, glaring them straight in the eyes and looking over his shoulder as they past to make sure they weren’t looking back.

“What is the matter with you?” You laughed as you stopped at a crosswalk, looking both ways.

“All these people. Too many humans. You should hear what they’re thinking.” He muttered and you sighed. A car stopped to let you pass and you walked across the road. Halfway across you heard a loud honk and instinctively you dropped the books, shielding your face. When nothing happened you opened your eyes to see a huge dent on the hood of a silver car. The man got out, cursing at you to watch where you were going. But you had the right away. The light was red.

Lucifer was on him in seconds. He pinned him against his car, punching him in the face a few times, knocking out a few teeth and you were pretty sure he broke his jaw. You ran over to him, pulling Lucifer off with all your might. “Lucifer, stop!” You cried out and he finally backed away, the man slumping against his car with a tooth falling out of his mouth.

A crowd of silent people looked at you, wide eyes and mouths. You felt tears build up in your eyes as you picked up your books. “Lucifer, please, take me home.” You begged and then you were in your kitchen.

“Why did you do that?” You asked as you set the books down on the table, your hands shaky.

“He almost killed you.” Lucifer said in a low tone, blood still on his fists and face. “Then he had the audacity to yell at you. He deserved it.”

You wiped away the tears from your eyes and leaned against the counter. “Give me some alone time.” You said quietly and he disappeared.

A few days later he visited with a small aquarium full of starfish as an apology. You smiled widely as he set it on the table in the living room next to the t.v. “How does it look?” he asked, watching the small pink creatures slowly climb around on the rocks and other colorful decorations.

“It looks very cute. They’re so tiny and adorable.” You smiled and leaned over, watching them closely. You didn’t notice it but Lucifer was watching you closely. You also didn’t know that when you were repeating Lucifer’s name a few nights before, he heard it. He appeared to see if anything was wrong, but nothing was. Normally he would have left, but knowing that what you were doing, and knowing it was for him, he stayed. It was creepy, yes, but he didn’t have the strength to leave. If it was any other human he wouldn’t even have been affected. But the two of you were bonded, paired. So the pleasure you felt, he felt as well that night. He tried to act normal around you after that, but it was so difficult.

How would he bring it up? How would he let you know that he wanted to please you with that ‘cold, forked tongue’ of his? He smiled to himself as he watched you gaze at the small creatures. The things he could do to you. The ways he could please you. He would love to watch you squirm and moan under his body.

“Want to go for a walk?” You asked and he looked up from his daze, nodding. You smiled at that. “I’ll bring my dog, he likes walking with you.” You said and picked up the blue harness, strapping it around your dog. You attached the leash and he jumped around happily, ready to go outside.

Lucifer lead the way, choosing the path through the woods that led to a large lake. It was pretty out there, that was a given. Everything around here was pretty. Lucifer made sure it was perfect for you.

You sat on a log, watching Cujo run around in the sand and the water. He would need a bath when you got home. You looked over at Lucifer who was watching a plane fly overhead, a white trail in it’s wake.

“Did you read the books?” He asked and you nodded slowly, explaining you had finished one and were halfway through the other. When you finished talking it was silent again and you chewed on your lip.

“So…” You started. He looked over, his blue eyes sending chills down your body. “You said you’d tell me the story of why you…” You trailed off as he looked back to the lake. He knew what you meant.

It took him a few minutes, but then he spoke. “Heaven. It was perfect. Beautiful. Gardens of every type of plant you could imagine. But mostly roses. God knew I liked white roses, so they were the popular pick. Gabriel liked the yellow ones, Michael liked the dark blue ones, and Raphael liked the pink ones. I suppose rose colors are irrelevant. But they weren’t to me. Everything was perfect, peaceful, love was everywhere. Harmony and justice. But then.” He stopped and clenched his fists. “He created humans. Adam, and Eve. They weren’t perfect. They were at first, but it didn’t take long for them to start sinning. I tried to convince father to kill them off, they were murderous beings. But he didn’t listen. So I took matters into my own hands.” You listened carefully, making sure to keep your eyes locked on him the entire time. “I didn’t think anyone would find out. I had Eve eat the apple. I just wanted peace again, I just wanted father to see how truly evil and naive they were. But Uriel. He saw and told. I tried to convince father it was for the best but he had none of it. He had Michael cast me down. He was going to take my wings.” He was tearing up. Lucifer was tearing up. “I loved them more than anything. I loved my brothers and sisters more than I loved myself. But they didn’t care. All they saw was my one flaw, and they turned against me. My own family.” He stopped talking. That was all he needed to say. You wrapped an arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder, rubbing his back. You didn’t say anything, you just rubbed soothing circles in his back and arm.

The sun was setting when you finally left. Lucifer stood up without saying a word, snapping his fingers. You, your dog and Lucifer were back home. Cujo ran off into the pets room to eat and drink, so you closed the door behind him. It was their bedtime anyways. You hung his harness and leash on the door, and before you could fully turn around Lucifer was on you. You almost screamed in surprise, it was so sudden and jarring. 

He pinned you against the wall, kissing your lips so hard and rough, so needy. Like he was thirsting to death. His forked tongue was cold, just as you had imagined. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to get closer to you. You parted for air and he snapped his fingers again, and you were in your room. It was so random, so sudden and unplanned, but it made it all the better. You had no idea Lucifer liked you back this way.

He had you against the wall again, this time with his mouth on your neck. He bit down hard, causing you to cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders. He had no idea what he was doing to you. Your thighs already ached and a slow pain built up between your legs. “Lucifer.” You winced, but the pain felt good. His cold tongue licked your neck and down to your collarbones, chills rising all over your body. In an instant your shirt was gone and his lips were on your chest. He teased you, his cold tongue tracing circles around your nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently nipping them. You moaned, throwing your head back as your knees felt weak. You could barely stand.

Then, your pants were gone, and your panties. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his head immediately between your thighs. You cried out in pleasure as his facial hair rubbed against your skin, rubbing it raw. It burned but his cold tongue soothed the hot pain. Then, his fingers trailed up your thighs. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling roughly and bucking your hips against his face. His tongue slithered between your already dripping folds. It flicked against your clit and you groaned loudly, rubbing yourself roughly against his mouth. “Lucifer.” You cried out, your eyes closed tightly. “Oh my, oh my, yes, yes!” You cried with a wide open mouth, a smile on it as well. He knew you were cumming, he shoved two thick fingers inside you and curled them hard and fast. You came hard, your cum slowly leaking out from inside you. You slumped down against the wall, breathing hard, eyes closed. Lucifer smiled, looking at the mess he made of you.

“You are one of God’s only humans I enjoy.” He said and picked you up, gently setting you on the bed.

“I think I love you.” You whispered, still tired from your orgasm.

“Funny, because I know I love you.” He smirked, taking his green long sleeved shirt off. Next came his light brown tee-shirt, then his pants. He was a glory to behold. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him undress. He was about to climb on top of you but you stopped him.

“Let me please you.” You whispered, a hand on his cold chest pushing him down flat on his back. He looked up at you, that wicked smirk still on his face. “You deserve it, you deserve everything I can give you.” You said and leant down to bite at his side. He tensed up, closing his eyes. You bit down sharply on his hip and he jerked a bit, a sharp intake of breath coming into his mouth. You smiled and looked at him, he had long curly blonde pubes. You assumed he didn’t really need to shave, that was probably something he never considered in his life. You tugged at them and he jerked upwards, his erection pressing up against his stomach. You took one long lick up his shaft and he let out the first sound of the night. It was a soft exhale, a shudder. The air in the room dropped a few degrees and you shivered a bit. You took your time licking and teasing before taking his head into your mouth. He groaned deep inside his throat with his eyes still closed. His salty precum tasted better than any other you had tasted. You closed your eyes and took him into your throat, hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head up and down. His hands went into your hair to grab a fistful, pulling roughly. You cried out and he jerked you up.

His blue eyes told you everything, he wanted to be inside you. You smiled at him and allowed him to flip you over on your back. As soon as your back hit the mattress he wasted no time in pushing himself inside you. A loud, sharp cry escaped you as he filled you up, pleasure shocking you. “Lucifer!” You moaned, clawing at his back. He started thrusting immediately, rough and fast. Hard and ruthless. He whispered out your name many times, biting deep into your neck and your chest.

Words came out of his mouth that you didn’t understand, it was another language. “Enochian.” He whispered, answering your internal question. You moaned at that. He was praising you in angel tongue. He continued pounding into you, each thrust hurting and feeling so good at the same time. “(Y/N).” He groaned and thrusted hard, causing you to shout out in pain. That thrust was a bit too rough. But, it made you orgasm again. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you arched your back, your mouth open in a silent cry. You rode out your orgasm, shaking slightly, then slumped limp against the bed. Lucifer came after that, cumming inside you. It was cold, so cold you shivered fiercely. But you didn’t care.

After that Lucifer snapped his fingers and you were both clean, as if straight out of a shower. The bedsheets were changed, and the room was a nice warm temperature. You both laid on the bed, naked and tangled between each other.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing your neck. “Thank you for not hating me for who I am, thank you for loving me.”

You smiled into his neck, your eyes closed. You hadn’t been happier in your entire life. “Thank you for protecting me and making me the happiest human on earth.” You said and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your forehead.

He was glad you were his prophet. He was glad he was your archangel. He was glad you loved him, and he was glad he loved you.

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PAIRING- reader x steve rogers


WARNING: Smut (obvs) UNPROTECTED SEX (keep it safe in real life kids seriously, don’t be a fool wrap your tool) ORAL SEX and swearing! 

Request from Anon- Since I love your Imagines, I thought I could request something to you :) Maybe some Steve smut where you’ve been dating for a while and Steve just came home after a two-month Long Mission and you both have missed each other like crazy. So as soon as he enters your shared Apartment wearing his uniform, you both practically devour each other and have passionate sex in Different places, like the shower and finally end up in the bed where you then spend the rest of the night cuddling? :) I LOVE UU

Oh boy was this fun!!! I hope you guys enjoy ! x

GIF NOT MINE (but this is the suit I imagined, bby looks damn fine! )

Originally posted by castelnou

“He’ll be home soon (Y/N) don’t worry about it” You tried not to glare at the archer sitting across from you.

“It was supposed to be an quick mission Clint, simple gather information then leave. It’s been two months” You complained, Clint gave you a look. You didn’t mean to act like a whiny needy girlfriend. But you missed Steve and you weren’t going to apologies for missing someone you loved and cared about.

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Must Love Cats- Chapter Two

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

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Last Night - Bughead Fic

So this is my first Bughead fic. I’m still trying to get the hang of writing these two. This takes place before the pilot so the character dynamics are a little different. Special thanks to @xoheatherkw for betaing and cheerleading this week (and pretty much every other week too).

There was a certain magic Betty felt every time she went to the Twilight Drive-In. Tonight was no different. In fact, the place seemed a little more electric than usual. It was like the drive-in itself knew Betty Cooper would be leaving soon and wanted to say goodbye.

It never occurred to Betty how much she would miss this place. Somehow the drive-in hadn’t made it on her list of town landmarks to visit before the summer. Now that she was there, it felt like kismet. A wave of homesickness punched her squarely in the chest. In twenty hours time she would be in California, another coast and time zone entirely.

That night was supposed to be her last grand hurrah with Archie Andrews, her best friend and secret crush. The key phrase was ‘supposed to be.’ Forty minutes before they were set to meet, Archie had finally called. He had been been on a supply run in Oceanvale with his dad. Delayed shipments, traffic accidents, and a bad set of spark plugs had all pushed their departure time further and further back. It was an hour at best to get back from there. Betty had half-heartedly lied that she wasn’t upset. 

The truth was that she was hurt and more than a little embarrassed. She had built up the night as The Moment when Archie would realize that his feelings for her skewed toward romantic. She thought that with her departure looming he would have that romcom impulse to tell her how he felt at the last minute. Part of her wondered if this summer would give her such much needed perspective on her future with (or without) Archie. 

Since Betty’s parents thought she was occupied for the rest of the night, she decided to find something else to do. Jughead had invited them to visit him at work. The Twilight was showing East of Eden, which Betty had been bummed about missing. Plus, it sure beat nursing a broken heart alone.

And so here she was. 

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The characters: Vegeta and Bulma. AU: Future/sci-fi. Setting: Vegeta has a hardcore crush on Bulma and finally gets the guts to express it to her. It doesn't go as planned.

Vegeta walked into the tiny repair shop and stood in front of the counter, removing his dirty white gloves and ringing the bell.

“I’ll be there in a second!” A loud, feminine voice yelled from the back room, accompanied by a string of ear-piercing, strident noises. “Son of a…! Damn it!” The woman roared.

The Prince chuckled at the crazy sounds that resonated throughout the small shop. He couldn’t help but be amused by Bulma’s antics, always fascinated by her each and every move, whether it was seeing her small but curvy body bent over as she was fixing one of the planet’s many space pods or simply wiping off the sweat from her creamy forehead with the back of her hand…

“Hey, Vegeta! What’s up?” She said cheerfully, leaning on the counter with one hand and taking a large gulp from a cold drink with the other, offering him a fantastic glimpse of her generous cleavage at the same time.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, inwardly cursing himself for his complete and utter inability to talk like a regular person whenever the Earth woman was around. Ever since they’d met, about four months earlier, when he’d brought her one of his broken scouters, he’d found himself fabricating excuse after excuse in order to be able to run into her, his body constantly begging him to spend time with the stunning woman. Her bright blue eyes and matching long wavy hair were the first thing that had caught his attention, together with her extremely evident intelligence and vivid personality. She was funny, as cute as a button and yet, at times, she possessed a tongue and temper that could put any Saiyan to shame.  

“Are you alright?” Bulma softly asked, frowning in concern. “Are you here to pick up your scouter?”

Vegeta nodded gracelessly, feeling his rough hands tensely clutch the border of the chipped wooden counter.

“Alright…” She continued, still feeling like there was something wrong with him today. “Let me go get it!”

She turned around, getting back inside the back room with a pair of very starving Saiyan eyes fixed on her graceful movements. As soon as she left the room, Vegeta banged his fist on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.

‘What the Hell was wrong with him? Since when did a puny, insignificant female have this effect on him? She should be the one feeling nervous! No! Grateful! That’s right! She should be feeling fucking grateful that an extraordinary warrior such as himself had chosen her as a future mate…’

Today was supposed to be the day.

He’d been planning it for days, ever since he’d abandoned the planet to go on his last mission two weeks ago. It had turned out to be one of the most dangerous tasks Frieza had assigned him and his comrades to do. Before he parted, he’d picked up his newly repaired armor from Bulma’s shop and, later, he’d had to battle the bastards from the planet he’d been ordered to purge while he carried her sweet, unmistakable scent all over him. It had been both intoxicating and maddening, and he’d finally had the courage to acknowledge to himself what he’d been afraid had happened ever since he’d first laid eyes on the woman: he’d fallen in love with her.

He’d fallen for this weak, fragile creature whose planet, and most of her entire race, had been destroyed by his evil Master no more than six months ago. And yet, her brave spirit and exuberant personality had remained untouched, luring him like a moth to a flame.

No other woman would do.

He was supposed to leave on a mission in less than twenty-four hours, and he couldn’t leave without a promise: her promise that she would be his and his alone, and that she’d be waiting for him when he’d return from his latest duty.

“There you go!” She said proudly, sitting casually on top of the counter, right next to him, and handing him the scouter.

He took it, making a phenomenal effort not to let his hands shake at his uneasiness.

“Thank you,” he finally managed to reply in a low, uncomfortable voice.

“Um, you’re welcome…”

Bulma could see him fidgeting with the small device, something unusual in a man that had always been so strong, proud and confident, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was bothering him.

They both shared an uncomfortable silence for a minute before Bulma attempted to break the ice a little.

“It’s strange, you know?”

“What’s strange?” He answered immediately, secretly grateful for the woman’s natural chattiness.

“Well… Your scouter… It wasn’t really, you know… It wasn’t really broken.”


“It wasn’t?”

“Nope. It worked well, the only thing wrong with it were a couple of pieces missing. It was as if someone had just removed them…”

He knew it, the woman was too damn smart for her own good and, of course, that’s why he’d fallen so hard for her.

“I temporarily lent it to one of my comrades,” he lied.

“Really? Which one?”


“Nappa… That’s the bald one, right?”


“I see…” She replied unconvinced. “Well… I’d say your comrade must have been the one to take those missing pieces…”

She jumped from the counter, landing on the floor and walking towards a small sink in the corner of the room. She grabbed a small white cloth, dampening it and wringing out the excess water as she proceeded to remove several grease stains from her smooth ivory skin.

“Where’s the human male?” He finally asked, almost hypnotized by her elegant actions.

“Uh?” Bulma replied distractedly. “You mean Yamcha?”

The Prince grunted.

“Oh, he doesn’t work here anymore. He’s too… You know… I guess ‘clumsy’ would be the right word,” she snickered, shaking her head. “Now he’s a cook in a restaurant downtown.”

Vegeta couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “A cook?”

Bulma laughed.

“Well… That’s what he says… To tell you the truth, I’m sure he’s more like a kitchen helper, or even a dishwasher. You know Yamcha, almost everything he says is a lie or some kind of exaggeration…”

“So, you’re not mates anymore?” Vegeta asked cautiously, the question making Bulma raise her head in shock.

“Mates?” She asked wide-eyed.

“Yes, mates… You know, like…”

“Like a boyfriend?”

“Is that how it’s called in your planet?”

“I guess… You mean like a partner, right? Like a couple?”

“That is correct.”

“Gods, no! Ugh! No!” She replied, horrified. “I mean, I thought he was cute when I met him, and it was nice to find a few people from my home planet in here but… No… He’s just not for me…”

The Prince walked towards her, standing by her side as she kept grooming herself, and thinking that this could finally be his window of opportunity.

“I see… And why is that?” He asked casually.

Bulma looked at him for an instant, blinking a few times and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully.

“I don’t know… Well, obviously, he lies a lot, so he’s not very trustworthy, which is a huge turn off in a guy. But he’s also, kind of… I guess the right word is soft.”


“Yeah…” She shrugged, going back to her task and languidly rubbing the cloth across her neck.

Vegeta smirked triumphantly.

Oh yeah, he knew just what kind of a man this little female needed…

“So, what you’re saying is, you are looking for a man who is strong.”

“Um, I guess? I mean, I’m not even really looking for a…”

“Like a Saiyan Prince,” he declared solemnly.

His words made Bulma instantly drop her cloth and look at him in complete shock. One look at him told her he was dead serious.


“Ve-Vegeta, I…” Before she could find the right words to reject his proposal, the warrior gently held her pale hand between his much larger ones.

“Bulma,” he said with an intensity she had never witnessed in any man before. “If you take me as your mate I swear, on my Saiyan honor, to protect and cherish you, fighting your battles by your side, for all Eternity.”

Bulma felt her legs tremble, her pulse racing while this man, the most attractive man she’d ever known, basically asked her to marry him.

‘Why? And, why today, of all days?’

She wanted to say yes, more than anything she’d ever wanted in her entire life, but she couldn’t, not when she was so damn close…

Tonight was the night she was about to escape the planet in search of the mythical magic Dragon Balls that would allow her, if the legends turned out to be true, to wish her home planet and its inhabitants back to life once again.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t give up on her biggest dream for man, especially not for a ruthless warrior that possibly had no real concept of what love truly was and would probably end up breaking her poor little heart eventually anyway.

“Vegeta,” she sighed. “I… I really appreciate your proposal and… It’s, it’s very, very tempting but… I just can’t accept,” she finally replied, kindly removing her now very sweaty hand from his own. If she kept feeling his warm touch much longer, she didn’t trust herself.

The Saiyan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Well, he hadn’t seen this one coming…

He cleared his throat and raised his chin proudly in a pathetic attempt to hide his humiliation.

“I see. May I ask why?” He enquired in the most neutral voice he could project.

“Well, uh… I’m leaving tonight, you see? My boss gave me a couple of weeks off and I’m going on a trip,” she lied.

She was going on a trip, alright, but her boss didn’t even know he’d never see her again after today, not that he’d notice anyway until she was long gone, since he barely spent any time in the small repair shop.

“A trip?”



“Um, uh, it’s this small planet called Namek. I’ve heard it’s really nice, and very similar to Earth…”

Vegeta squinted his eyes suspiciously, but chose to say nothing more. He’d had enough humiliation for a day anyway, so he walked towards the counter and grabbed his white gloves.

“How much do I owe you?” He asked, still avoiding her gaze, unable to stand her pity.

“Uh, you know what? This one’s on the house!” She replied.

She tried to appear joyful, but deep down she felt heartbroken, not just for him, but for herself as well. It was hard to believe but, suddenly she felt the strong urge to throw caution to the wind and say yes to this enigmatic, handsome Saiyan warrior.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept that. Here,” he said, offering her a small black card. “You’ll need funds for your trip I suppose.”

Bulma just took the card, unwilling to start an argument with the man.

He nodded, his dark eyes penetrating her very soul, and he turned around, exiting the shop and walking away from her life.

“Woman,” he declared, still giving her his back. “You will never find a man more suited to be your mate.”

The earthling swallowed heavily.

“I don’t doubt it, Vegeta,” she whispered in all honesty.

He grunted in confirmation and disappeared into the crowd, leaving a very confused Bulma sitting heavily on a small chair and on the verge of tears.

‘What just happened?’

A few hours later, a mortified Saiyan Prince was still trying to bury his shame in alcohol.

“Pour me another! And leave the fucking bottle!” He yelled.

“Motherfucker…” Vegeta mumbled to himself while Nappa and Raditz kept staring in surprise, never having seen their Prince in such a poor state.

“That filthy fucking lizard motherfucker… I’m sick of this shit!” He yelled, slamming the glass against the table.

“Okay, I have to ask. Did something happen today, Vegeta?” Nappa finally enquired.

“Mind your own fucking business, baldy…”

“Come on, buddy, don’t be like that! We just got a sweet deal, you know?” The bigger man said, leaning a little into Vegeta. “Raditz just brought me the details of our next mission. We’re leaving tonight, and it looks like child’s play. Look… It’s this small planet called Namek, and apparently the inhabitants are really weak. There’s a bonus involved, and all we have to do is retrieve some…”

“The fuck did you just say?” Vegeta asked him in inebriated shock.

“A-About what?”

“The planet… What’s it called?”

“Um, Namek?”

“Sonofabitch…” The Prince slurred, smiling lazily.

‘Oh… This was so damn sweet it had to be fattening…’

He stood from his chair all of a sudden, drunkenly walking towards the exit door.

“Vegeta? What the fuck is going on?” Raditz asked in bewilderment at the sudden change of attitude in his Prince.

“Just pay for the drinks and let’s get the Hell out of this planet, asshole!”

Vegeta got out of the bar, silently allowing the cold, crisp air of the night to clear up his mind.

He was going to need it.

The next time he faced the woman, he wouldn’t fail.

He’d make her his, showing her in whatever way possible that they were made for each other, whatever the cost, even if he had to slaughter that despicable lizard bastard himself in order to keep her safe forever.

Vegeta didn’t know that, in that very moment, a blue haired woman was sitting on her small bed, her few belongings all packed up as she waited in the dark for the three earthlings that would join her in her new adventure: a bald monk, a dirty perverted old man that possessed a surprisingly great talent for martial arts and Yamcha.

In her trembling hands, she held a small object: the black card a certain Saiyan Prince had given her just hours earlier.

She’d finally checked the contents of it.

Ten million credits.

A small fortune, enough to purchase even a small planet if she wished.

Bulma stood by the window, her watery eyes lost in the starry sky. Now, more than ever, she was fully determined to find the Dragon Balls and make her wishes come true.

One of those wishes now included the promise of getting to see her perfect man one more time.

Somehow, somewhere, she knew they’d meet again, and when they did, she would never let him go…

Originally posted by neogohann

Whiskey Tango

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Without a second thought, Lucy quickly downed one last whiskey before jumping to her feet and grabbed Natsu by the hand without a word, dragging him to the dance floor. He didn’t seem to mind though, stumbling his way after her with his face flushed and graced with a smile.

Word count: 5247

Just a one-shot I thought up as I had a really rough week not too long ago with midterms and projects and this was the result. 

This deals with anxiety and alcohol and all that jazz so just a heads up on that.

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I read tags guys so if you wanna leave a quick comment it’d be really appreciated! 

Also thanks to the amazing @x-benihime for your help with this. It honestly probably would have been shit without your input so thank you <3 

                                  Into each life some rain must fall.
                                   -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“A double whiskey please.”

The bartender nodded, pulling out a bottle of Jameson and pouring it into a glass, handing it across the bar. Lucy sighed, looking down into the glass with a sort of resentment before knocking it back in one swing. It had been a long week with her midterms and assignments all shoved together forming her own personal hell.

She ordered another.

She was tired. She was so tired, and she just wanted to drink and have a well-deserved break. It was a Friday night, and she didn’t have anything due again for a while so she told herself why the fuck not.

Though, she supposed, getting wasted at 8pm alone probably wasn’t the best decision she made in a while. But she didn’t have anything else to do (except study and catch up on some work, but who’s counting), and her friends all decided to go home for the weekend, so here she was. It’s not like she minded the alone time though; the bar was really relaxing at this time with only a few people around, and the music was pretty calming.

In any case, at least she would get a good night’s sleep for once.

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing all alone at a bar on a Friday night?” Turning towards the voice, Lucy fought down the urge to visibly shudder. An older man- probably in his 60’s- sat beside her, leering down at her.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she politely lied, “oh I’m not alone, just waiting on my boyfriend. He should be getting here any minute.” Lucy turned her back on the man and turned towards the bartender, ordering another drink.

She was definitely going to have a headache in the morning.  

“Well that’s awfully rude, making his little miss wait so long.” The sickly voice drawled, slurring on his words and making Lucy twitch. She thought she had dealt with the situation.  

She just wanted to be left alone.

“I came early, he isn’t late. Totally my fault.” She avoided looking at the man, trying to give him the hint to leave her alone.

She heard a chair scrape against the floor, and glanced over to see him moving closer. She internally groaned, not in the mood to deal with this at all.  

Just as he was about to say something else- probably something sexist and degrading- she felt an arm slip around her shoulders, a voice whispering in her ear.

“Just go with it.”

Startled and confused, Lucy glanced to the side to see a man with pink hair and a large grin plastered on his face, hand giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late. Got caught up with some work.”

Lucy saw the old man get up and move, probably to find some other poor young girl to creep out. The pink haired man moved his arm away taking the seat next to her, looking sheepish.

“Sorry for just springing up out of nowhere, just looked like you were really uncomfortable so I thought I’d try to help.” His cheeks were a bit rosy, from embarrassment or alcohol Lucy didn’t know. He scratched the back of his neck, almost absentmindedly as he ordered a drink.

“What’s your name?” she blurted out, face heating up after realizing she had been staring.

Whiskey was not her friend in that moment.

Looking surprised, the man quickly regained composure and offered her a large grin. “Names Natsu, nice to meet ya!” He threw out his hand, which Lucy took without a second thought.

“I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you too.” She supposed she should have been a bit more skeptical of the guy, but he seemed familiar- though she could place how- and he was, simply put, very attractive.

“I know.” Eyes going wide, Natsu started to fumble his way through his slip up. “I mean, you go to Magnolia University, and, well I’m not a stalker or anything, I know that’s what it sounds like but ah, we’re in the same economics class and, ah shit this is weird, but you know my roommate Gray and-”

Lucy couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. This was honestly one of the cutest things she’s seen in awhile. At least she knew now why he seemed familiar.  “Oh! You’re Gray’s friend who sets things on fire all the time! He’s told me about you.” Apparently he even caught himself on fire once. Lucy remembered wondering why Gray would live with someone who could potentially set their whole apartment on fire, but to each his own.

Natsu’s face seemed to heat up even more at the fact that she knew about his pyro-like habits, and she suddenly felt bad. “But he’s also said you’re a great guy and a decent roommate, besides the fact.”

That seemed to ease him up, as he suddenly sat up straighter and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Ice princess said that? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He leaned forward slightly on the arm he had resting on the bar, “got any other ammunition I can use against him?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink. She briefly wondered when it had gotten half empty. “I’m not helping you out in whatever weird competition you two have.”

He downed the rest of his drink, quickly ordering another. “How do you know him again anyways?”

“My mother and his father went to school together and were good friends, so we used to visit each other a lot as kids.” Lucy smiled fondly while thinking of her raven-haired friend. She can’t even remember a time when he hadn’t been there, he just always was. “He’s like my brother honestly.”

Natsu’s brows squeezed together in confusion for the briefest of moments, but Lucy saw it. Her mind was in too much in a haze, however, to figure out what was confusing. She should probably slow down on the whiskey, but she was having fun, and she wasn’t quite drunk yet.

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School Play Part 2

Part One Here

By popular demand we have these two lovebirds reactions to their very heated make out.

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Adrien was freaking out for two reasons: 1. He liked Marinette and 2. He had more than made out with Marinette in her room. He was more than a little embarrassed in fact he was practically mortified! He was always so good about keeping his emotions in check. He hardly ever let them run away from him like this and if he did it was only when he was Chat Noir. Something had just come over him and that something was Marinette because like it or not Adrien had to admit that the mere thought of her made his heart race. Adrien was so focused on his feelings for Ladybug that he hadn’t even noticed when Marinette weaseled her way into his heart. He sighed into his pillow. How was he going to face Marinette tomorrow? His cheeks burned as he thought about seeing her. Maybe he should fake sick. Marinette must hate me now, I mean I practically attacked her! What is wrong with me? Adrien’s thoughts were not encouraging. Adrien groaned into his pillow.

“Geez kid what’s got you so wound up?” Plagg complained from the corner of Adrien’s bed. Adrien looked up from the pillow at the annoying little god.

“Are you kidding? I totally lost control today with Marinette! What is wrong with me Plagg?” Adrien groaned into his pillow once more.

“Oh that? That’s just animal instinct- comes with being the Black Cat,” Plagg said easily. Adrien sprang up onto his knees looking at Plagg with wide eyes.

“It’s what!?” Adrien balked.

“Animal instinct. You liked the pretty girl kissing you and so you didn’t think you just acted and took it a little too far. It’s a cat thing it happens,” Plagg snickered.

“So you’re telling me on top of being a hormonal teenage boy I now have animal instinct to worry about as well?” Adrien squawked.

“They’re pretty much the same thing.” Plagg shrugged. Adrien ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“This isn’t any time for jokes Plagg- I wouldn’t have hurt her would I- I mean this instinct it’s not dangerous is it?” Adrien worried.

“What? No of course not! You still have some self control! Geez kid get your mind out of the gutter! You’re not going to hurt anyone!” Plagg said disgusted.

“But today with Marinette- I took it way too far.” Adrien slumped down in self loathing.

“To be fair she seemed to be really into it. When she  put her hands in your hair- behind your ears, well Chat Noir’s ears- that’s the spot where most Chat’s let their instinct take over. It’s perfectly natural kid,” Plagg assured.

“How am I going to face Marinette tomorrow after that?” Adrien moaned.

“If it helps she seemed to be as into it as you were.” Plagg shrugged. Adrien quirked his eyebrow up at the kwami.

“How would you know?” Adrien asked suspicious.

“I took a look when you guys were quiet for too long. It was disgusting just so you know but you both looked pretty happy about being disgusting together,” Plagg complained. Adrien’s cheeks turned pink. “Look’s like you’ve got a new crush lover boy,” Plagg snickered.

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the beginning ♡

member: vernon / hansol

genre: fluff

this wasn’t originally planned for vernon’s birthday it was just sitting around in my drafts but since it was feb 18 yesterday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Allison- Not Anymore

Request-  Hi! I really love your writing! <3 Could you do an Allison imagine? The pack’s been off to college but comes back because of a new threat. Scott brings along the reader, a hunter friend he made at college. The pack really likes her, except Allison who feels like she’s been replaced as the pack’s hunter. But everyone else just thinks she’s jealous cause Scott and Y/N are pretty close. With time Y/N earns Allison’s respect and a little bit more than that. So now she really is jealous - of Scott.

Laughter and voices drifted down the stairs, causing Allison’s steps to quicken with excitement. They were light and familiar, and she couldn’t help the pang that sparked in her chest at the unmistakable sound of family.
Scott, Stiles, and Lydia had been away from Beacon Hills for almost an entire year. Now that the semester was over, they were back for the summer, and this would be the first time she would see them since spring break.
That might not seem like a long time to someone who hadn’t fought for their life and nearly lost it with their best friends, but that kind of thing drew people together in a bond that took a lot to break. Each month she spent away from them left her constantly worried, not only for their safety, but also that they might leave her and Beacon Hills behind for good.
She lived for these moments, the ones where everyone finally came back to her. Yes, she had Malia in Beacon Hills, but that was nothing like having the whole pack together again.
“…all I’m saying is that you don’t understand my pain.”
Stiles’ voice drifted out through the open door of Derek’s loft. The Former Alpha had left it behind when he disappeared from Beacon Hills with Braeden, and it was usually the place to be for parties, pack meetings, and now, reunions.
“The food sucks,” Allison heard Stiles complain. “I’m pretty sure they dug up the dirt from the shooting range and just put it in the casserole.”
“At least you know what you’re supposed to be eating,” another voice fired. “I’d rather dirt than the U.C. Davis special.”
Allison froze on the stairs. This voice was new and unfamiliar, and she felt her heart sink.
“Which is?”
“Mystery meat,” Scott answered.
“My bet is on horse,” the stranger added.
Allison warmed at Scott’s familiar voice, but as she came up to the door, she frowned.
Lydia was sitting on one of the couches, with her legs up and thrown over Stiles’ lap. Malia was sitting with her back up against the couch, resting on the floor next to the the heels the Banshee had kicked off. Scott was leaning against the armchair with a grin on his face, but Allison didn’t know the person who was sitting inside it.
Malia noticed her first, standing self-consciously in the doorway. Allison didn’t usually suffer from a lack of confidence, but the fact that some stranger was here, mingling with the pack when it was supposed to be their day, left her hesitant.
“What’s wrong with you?” Malia asked, her dark brows furrowing as she looked up at the Hunter.
“N-nothing…” Allison said with a frown.
“Allison!” Lydia called with a grin, jumping out of Stiles’ lap and heading over.
She pulled the taller girl down into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “I have so much to tell you.”
Allison felt a smile pulling at her lips. “Good. Nothing’s really happened here in awhile.”
“It’s about to,” Lydia sing-songed, nodding to the girl on in the chair. “Allison, meet Y/n. Y/n, meet Allison.”
You jumped out of the chair and walked over, flashing the brunette a friendly smile. “Hey. Apparently, we have a lot in common.”
“We do?” she asked, looking over at Scott questioningly.
Scott tilted his head at her, questioning her weird behavior.
“Y/n was in my Bio 100 class,” Scott explained. “I was walking her back from the library one night last semester, and-”
“A werewolf tried to jump them!” Stiles called out, and Allison concluded he was way too excited about this.
Scott frowned at him, then turned back to her. “Yeah, he’s heard the story. Anyway, I was about to wolf out, but before I could, Y/n, just whipped out a knife and stood in front of me.”
Allison blinked her wide brown eyes, and studied you. You stood with confidence, which only made you so much more attractive to her. Your eyes were bright and smiling, and if she wasn’t so jealous, she would have been fighting the urge to melt under their gaze.
“You’re a hunter.”
You grinned. “And so are you.”
“So…we’re taking in strays now?” Allison asked, her lips tight as she glanced at Scott.
You let out a short laugh. “I guess that’s what you’d call me.”
“I thought she could come home with me for a month or so,” Scott told her. “Since so much happens here, I thought it would be a good idea to have a little back up. Especially some experienced backup.”
“Like we’re not experienced?” Allison asked.
She was well aware of the way Malia and some of the others were side-eyeing her, but she didn’t care. She fought the urge to ask outright if you were supposed to be her replacement. Everyone seemed to be moving on, and maybe that meant a new pack.
“I’m sure you guys have seen some shit,” you cut in. “So have I. And since my parents are traveling, I just thought that when Scott invited me, I’d say yes. If I’m imposing-”
“No way!” Scott cried, shooting a sharp look at Allison. “You’re my friend. And you’re a life-saver. You’re welcome here, right Allison?”
Allison swallowed, and forced her lips into a smile. “Right. Sorry, I just…I’m just used to us, you know?”
She watched as the tension disappeared from your shoulders, and suddenly felt bad for making you feel unwelcome. Luckily, you didn’t seem to be too uncomfortable.
“I totally get it,” you told her.
“Alright,” Stiles said, clapping his hands together. “Who’s paying for pizza because I am starving for some normal food.”
“Uh, you?” Lydia offered.
Stiles scoffed. “Uh, struggling college student here.”
“And I’m not?”
“You’re already a junior!”
“Exactly, which means I have superiority.”
Allison smiled as she listened to them bickering, and when she looked away she found herself meeting your eyes. Scott was grinning down at you and nudging your shoulder, but you were looking at her. She resisted the urge to smile back, telling herself that you were only getting in the way here.
Scott was standing next to you like you were old friends, and Allison was once again left out on her own. A sick feeling washed over her as she realized that even though everyone was back, it might not be like old times after all.
The burn of eyes on her face caused her to look up, and she saw Malia staring at her.
“What?” she mouthed.
“Jealous,” the Coyote mouthed back.
Allison frowned at her and shot her a sharp look, but Malia simply shrugged. As much as she hated to admit it, the other girl was right, and it was only going to get worse.

“So, when did you find out about all this?” you wondered, as you stared up at the trees overhead.
There had been a rare flare up of wild animal activity in Beacon Hills, no doubt a result of something scaring them out of the woods. Scott had ordered daily patrols before sunset, and tonight, you were paired up with Allison.
“You mean the werewolves?” she asked, fingers tight on her bow.
“My sophomore year of high school. I only really found out because of Scott.”
“Your parents weren’t going to tell you?” you asked curiously.
“Well, when did you find out?”
“I was ten. I’ve been training ever since.”
Allison blinked. “Ten.”
“Ten,” you repeated with a nod. “My childhood ended pretty early.”
Allison nodded in understanding. “So did mine.”
Maybe she had been a little older than you, but with Kate, her mom, and almost dying that night at Oak Creek, she was forced to grow up faster than most teenagers. Her childhood had pretty much ended the moment her aunt’s throat was ripped out in front of her.
“So, uh, why didn’t you and Scott come to dinner with us the other night?” Allison asked, switching the subject.
“Oh, I was already helping his mom make dinner,” you explained. “She wanted to cook for me, but I just felt weird not doing something.”
“You were helping Melissa make dinner?” she repeated with a frown.
“Yeah…is there something wrong with that?” you asked cautiously.
“No, it just kind of sounds like something a girlfriend would do.”
“Oh…wait, Allison are you actually jeal-”
The snap of a twig from farther off in the woods caused you both to freeze, and glance around.
“Could you be any louder?” a familiar voice growled. “I’m pretty sure you’re what’s scaring everything out of the woods.”
“I’m sorry if I don’t have the grace of a coyote, Malia.”
“Whatever. At least you’re not wearing heels.”
Bushes rustled to your left, and you and Allison watched as Malia and Lydia emerged from the brush. “Hey.”
“Why’d you guys stop patrolling?” you asked them.
“We were bored,” Malia answered with a shrug.
Allison rolled her eyes. “Guys, seriously-”
Lydia waved her hand, cutting the Brunette off. “Don’t worry, Allison. We haven’t seen anything for the past week. And nothing’s going to happen in the day anyway.”
The Hunter crossed her arms over her chest, and you decided she looked adorable when she was frustrated. “Lydia-”
“Fine,” you told her. “But we can’t just leave. We’ve got, like, half an hour until sunset.”
“Well, what the hell are we supposed to do until then?” Malia wondered.
Lydia glanced between you and Allison, and a smile suddenly appeared on her pink lips. She grabbed Malia’s arm and tugged her down to her level, whispering something in her ear.
You and Allison shared an annoyed look, because of course you were the only two without supernatural hearing.
Malia eventually smiled, and shot a grin your way. She straightened up and announced “I like it.”
“Like what?” Allison asked suspiciously.
“We figured since you’re both hunters, and we’re both bored, you guys could have a little competition.”
“Lydia, I don’t think-” you began.
“What do we do?”
You glanced over at Allison, shooting her an incredulous look. She simply shrugged at you, and you sighed.
“Well, it can’t be archery since you don’t have a bow,” Lydia explained. “But you both have knives, right?”
The two of you nodded, and you pulled a knife from your belt as she pulled one from her boot. “Okay, now what?”
“Throw it at that tree,” Malia suggested. “Whoever gets closer to the center wins.”
“I don’t know,” you told her. “I mean, I’ve been doing this for a really long time-”
“What?” Allison demanded. “You don’t think I can keep up?”
“Wha-no. It’s just, archery is your thing, not knife-throwing.”
“So you don’t think I can keep up?” she repeated, her lips turning up.
“We’ll see.”
She turned to face the tree Malia had pointed out, and then then she pulled her arm back. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the knife sailing into the trunk, and it landed a few inches from the center.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows at you, and you took a deep breath and adjusted your grip on the knife. She moved to the side and you took her place, and then threw the knife toward the tree. It landed smack in the center, just a short distance closer than Allison’s had.
“Allison-” you began.
She flushed, and looked over at you reluctantly. “Nice throw.”
“Damn,” Malia commented.
“Looks like we might have a new hunter on our hands,” Lydia remarked.
Allison shot her a sharp look, and suddenly dropped her bow to the ground. It fell to the dirt with a thump as she whirled away and stalked off into the woods, and Lydia’s eyes went wide. She looked over at you, and then back to her friend, guilt clouding her features.
“What the hell was that for?” Malia demanded.
You shook your head, and instead of answering, you headed off toward the trees Allison’s back had disappeared into.
“Allison!” you called.
You caught a glimpse of her blouse in the trees, and you could tell that she slowed a little at your voice, but she wasn’t stopping. You jogged over, trying to catch up, and she didn’t look at you once.
“Leave me alone, Y/n.”
You blinked, slightly hurt by her tone, but you weren’t going to turn back.”What’s your problem?”
“My problem?” she asked, whirling around.
The setting sun cast a warm glow over her, sending her dark hair into streaks of gold and lighting up her angry eyes. You took a step back, but then thought better of it.
“Yeah,” you said, straightening up. “Ever since I got here, I’ve been trying to make an effort to get to know you. And sometimes I think, wow, she really likes me, we could be friends. Maybe even best friends. And then other times, like…like when I’m with Scott, it’s like you wish I never showed up.”
“I have a best friend,” Allison told you.
“Yeah, well I don’t,” you informed her bitterly. “You know what it’s like to be a hunter. You know how lonely it is. When I found out about Scott…god, I thought I might actually be able to find someone I can be honest with.”
“Then why don’t you just go hang out with Scott?” she demanded.
“You’re jealous,” you stated, your eyes going wide. “That’s what this is about. All this time, and you’ve just been pissed that I’m spending so much time with Scott, and you’re not.”
“No,” Allison snapped, stepping even closer.
“Yes!” you cried. “Look, you don’t have to be jealous of me. I already told Scott-”
“It’s not you I’m jealous of!” she yelled.
Her sharp voice echoed through the trees, scaring off two or three birds and causing you to freeze. “What?”
“I’m jealous of Scott,” she said quietly. “Not you. At first, I didn’t like you crashing the pack, but you’re amazing, Y/n. You’re such a better hunter than I am. You’re…you’re fucking deadly, and coming from me, that’s a compliment.”
“You’re out of my league,” She continued softly, her voice hopeless. “And I see you with Scott, and you’re doing the things that a girlfriend would do, and maybe…maybe I want you to do those things with me. So sometimes I do wish you never showed up, but only because I can’t stand seeing you with him.”
“Allison,” you began, reaching out to place your hands on her arms. “I’m not dating Scott. He asked me out a few months ago, but I told him that, uh…well, I told him he wasn’t my type.”
“Your type?” Allison repeated.
“He’s not a girl,” you stated plainly.
“Oh,” Allison realized, her brown eyes going wide. “Oh!”
“But you…you are definitely my type.”
Allison had been holding back for weeks, pushing all of that sexual tension into anger toward you. But those words were all she needed to break the dam, and all those bottled up feelings seemed to flow out right then and there. She placed her hands on your cheeks and pressed her lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip.
You let out a shocked moan, but you definitely weren’t complaining, and Allison could tell. One of her hands left your cheek and cupped your hip, drawing you closer to her than you ever dared to think you’d be.
Her lips were warm against yours, and reached up to trail your fingers across her cheek as she tangled her fingers in your hair, tugging gently. She pulled away briefly and walked you back against a tree,, only to kiss lightly along your jaw, and down toward your neck.
“Y/n! Allison!”
She pulled away as the blue of Malia’s cardigan appeared through the trees, and you hoped your flushed face wasn’t a dead giveaway, but that was wishful thinking. Malia smirked as she came closer, and opened her mouth.
“We worked it out,” Allison cut her off.
“I can tell,” Malia told her knowingly.
Allison shot her glare, but Malia shrugged. “Hurry up. It’s getting dark, and I don’t want to get attacked tonight.”
“Fine,” she agreed, raising her eyebrows at Malia.
She looked back at you, and saw that you were smiling at her. Allison felt admiration wash over her, and she watched as you turned and headed back toward Lydia. She tilted her head and admired the fact that you were hers now, and her lips broke into a grin.
She started to head after you, but Malia leaned down to whisper in her ear before she could.
“Told you you were jealous.”
Allison rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the smile on her face. Even though she would never admit Malia was right, the other girl had a point, and Allison couldn’t say she minded.
“Not anymore.”

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 6

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 … Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: Yowza, the next part won’t be this long, I promise!! I just really loved writing this one, though this part probably contains the least amount of Jiyong thus far. As always, I hope you all enjoy it!!!)

Originally posted by magikasa

“For the fifth time, yes, we’ll make sure you get a wig with short black hair.”

You were nearing the end of what turned out to be a surprisingly difficult rehearsal with iKon and were responding to all questions in between your panting. All along it had been extremely entertaining and your difficulty breathing mainly came from how often you’d burst out laughing at the way the 7 men attempted to be feminine. You should have accounted for the amount of effort it would take to get these boys to dance the way girl groups do.

“Short black hair will just work the best with my face. It’s my concept.” Junhoe was insistent, as per usual, that his good looks be maintained throughout the performance and the rest of you had a good laugh whenever it was brought back up.

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The real him.


Part1 / Part2 / Part3 /

A/N: I haven’t been writing any scenarios lately and that has being making me angry at myself. This is something I wanted to do, but didn’t have enough time. Don’t worry a part2 of the Hoseok’s AU is coming soon.I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Requests are open.

Word count: 2,800

Warnings:  Bad language 

  It was a very sunny day. You were standing, wearing your P.E. clothes and waiting for your name to be yelled out by the teacher. The shorts were too tight and weren’t very comfortable, but what could you do.As you were looking around, your eyes fell onto a boy, Park Jimin, your classmate. You have had such a big crush on him for 2 years now, but you couldn’t do anything about it.

  The way his musculus looked in the P.E. clothes was mesmerizing, the way he moved was amazing as well. Your eyes were glued on him and couldn’t move at all.

“Y/N!” your name was yelled out from a person standing next to you.

“Ah, yes.”you turned to look at your friend 

“Don’t yes me, I was asking you a question.” she said,her hands onto her hips

“Could you repeat that?”you asked her

“Gina you should already know how Y/N becomes when Jimin is around.”laughed out a boy

“Haha, very funny Leon.”you said sarcastically to him “What were we talking about?”you turned towards them and continued talking, like nothing happened 

“We were talking about the ceremony of bonding.”said Gina running her hand through her long red hair. 

“It’s not that bad you guys.”said the Leon

“That is because you went trough it already and have a good deity.”said Lisa

“You all are better than me.”you said

“Y/N! It’s your turn.”yelled out the teacher and you sighed, walking over to him. You had to run 3 laps around the track, like he always made you

  While you warm up, let’s look at your friends and you a bit.The school you attended was totally normal, but your friends weren’t. The bonding ceremony is something very special. In the world there are clans which have the ability to turn into creatures, magical ones. During that ceremony a clan member is entrusted to a deity, with which they have to stay for ever. Your friends and you were from these kinds of clans. 

  Most of the times the way you looked on the outside was a reflection of your animal form. Gina had very long red hair, with orange and yellow strands, her eyes were a light blue color like the sky. She was elegant and graceful when she moved, almost like she was actually flying and not walking. Gina was known as a phoenix. Her hair was the same color as her feathers and she was going to be entrusted to the sun god.

 Leon was … well, a lion. He had short but very fluffy hair, colored in a lemon and honey yellow. His eyes were green, like the the nature he loved so much. His body was strong and well built. He was the only one of you who was already entrusted to a deity. He lived with the goddess of the blue sky. Everyone thought that Leon was really lucky, because the goddess was very sweet and kind.

  Lisa was know as a sea dragon, very beautiful when she transformed. Her hair was the color of the sea and her eyes the color of a pearl. That is why she had to wear contact lenses. Different color hair like blue and green was normal nowadays, but having light pink eye color was strange to many. She was to be entrusted to a water god.

 Last but not least we have you. You were of a very powerful tiger clan. When it came to hair color or eye color, you weren’t like the others. Almost nothing on the outside looked like the animal you were. To many it was strange, but that was the main reason you were born.On the day of your birth your parents found out who the deity for you was. Since that moment you were trained to be strong. You were destined to be entrusted to a god of darkness, you were supposed to be the good that will balance him for eternity. Not like you wanted to, but no one asked you in the first place.

  You finished your 3 laps fast and was walking over to your friends, when suddenly you tripped on something and were about to hit the ground, when you felt a strong hand grab you. 

“Thanks Leon.”you said thinking it was him

“You are welcome, but that is not my name.” 

  Looking up you saw the hero that ran to you in the nick of time. Parting your lips you gasped, his name coming out in a shocked manner.

“Park Jimin!” your hand covered your mouth, heart beating fast

“Just Jimin is fine.”he smiled at you and helped you stand up

“Thank you so much.”you said fast, panicking

“No problem.By the way, you are an awesome runner, Y/N.”he smiled again

“T-thank you. You are amazing yourself.”you were surpriced that he knew your name

“Y/N are you ok?”your friends ran over, worried about your well-being

“I am fine, thanks to Jimin.”you said

“Thanks for saving her. She is very clumsy.” Gina sighed, now knowing that you were ok

“You must stop doing stupid stuff!”Leon yelled at you, you grew up with him, he was like your big brother and yelled at you every time you did something stupid 

“I just tipped!”you yelled back 

  While you were arguing with Leon, Lisa was looking at Jimin and the way his eyes were locked onto you. She poked Gina and she noticed what Lisa was looking at as well. Something was bothering them, but they didn’t know what.

“Your boyfriend looks very worried.”said Jimin laughing uneasily 

“What?!”you looked at him shocked “Him?My boyfriend?Hell no! I would prefer to die.”you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned your back towards Leon

“I already have someone anyways.”he followed

“You do?”Lisa asked shocked “Don’t tell me…Is it her?!”

  Leon didn’t say anything back, which was enough for all of you to find out who he liked. 

“Oh, I see.” said Jimin 

  Gina noticed the way his lip moved up, did he like you?Well she wanted to find out and decided to pat Jimin’s shoulder, but her hand pulled back immediately. Her eyes were locked onto his body.

“I should be going now.Nice meeting you Y/N.”he smiled, waved and ran back to the teacher just to get scolded for running off with out telling him.

“Bye.”you waved at him

  Once Jimin was gone, Gina grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the changing rooms. It was Friday so no school the next two days.You didn’t think much of her behavior, but Lisa understood immediately. After school ended all of you were about to leave together.

  While walking Lisa looked at you guys and then giggled to herself. 

“What is wrong?”you asked her

“Oh nothing.”she said and giggled again

“Ok, there is definitely something going on.”said Gina smiling

“ Well, I just wanted you guys to know that I won’t be able to go out with you on Saturday.”she was smiling so wide 

“Why?We always go out.”Leon added

“Well, I will be with my deity that day.” she said and waited for a reaction

“Oh, ok.” after a second “What!” everyone stopped walking and looked at Lisa

“I am getting to meet my deity tonight.”she was jumping and screaming happily around the street 

“Congratulations!”you all said together, before Lisa pulled out her phone 

“You guys I have to go now. Wish me luck!”she waved at you and started running like crazy towards her house

 “I remember when I was like her.”said Gina

“What do you mean by that?”you asked 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I am entrusted too.” she smiled at you

“Wait…am I the only one without a deity?!”

  Leon and Gina looked at each other and then back at you ,nodding their heads. “Your situation is not like ours Y/N.”he placed his hand onto your shoulder 

“Yeah.We have normal deitys and you must be used as a balance for the bad energy of that god.” Gina unconsciously hugged you “Look if you ever need someone to talk to ,we are always here for you.”

“Gina is right, we can offer you our help anytime.”Leon patted your back and looked up for a second “I have to leave you now. She is waiting for me.”

  You looked around to make sure no one was there and waved at Leon as he changed into his lion form. A strong light covered his body and slowly from it emerged a big animal.His body had armor on it and was stronger than ever. So this is how much you change when you finally go through the ceremony. you thought to yourself. Your friends had powers given to them from their bond with their deity, but what were going to become with all of the darkness you were supposed to suppress?

  Leon left towards the sky and Gina escorted you home. After you finally were able to take a deep breath and relax onto your bed, there was a knock.You sat back up on the bed “Yes.” Soon the door opened and you saw your uncle standing there, looking at you.

“Do we have to?”you asked, knowing exactly what he wanted to tell you

“You must.”he was about to close the door again ”Hurry up and get ready.”

  You were once more alone in your room. Lately your family were making you train too much. Sighing ,you got up and changed into something comfortable and went downstairs.

“I am ready.” your family looked at you with sad looking eyes “Is something wrong?”you asked

“No, nothing sweetie.” your mom and dad got up and walked into the kitchen 

“Let’s go.”your uncle was acting very strange tonight, but you brushed it off, even though you knew something was wrong

  After you finally reached the forest, you started warming up. “Are you ready?”your uncle asked and you nodded “Ok, I want you to show me your transformation.”he stepped back and gave you enough space to do your thing

  Slowly you leaned forward and jumped, while still in the air your body changed and you landed onto your paws. Your uncle came closer and lifted your paws to look at them, he checked your claws as well, then your fangs and hearing.

“Growl as loud as you can.”he demanded 

“I can’t in the middle of the night. Someone might hear me.”you were worried

“There is no one here, don’t worry.” 

  You weren’t too sure about this, but if he asked you then you had to do it. Your uncle has been training you since you were very little. Taking a deep breath you roared out loud, your voice shaking up the forest and the ground under your feet. The animal that were sleeping, woke up and started running as far away as they could.

“How was it?”you asked, but he wasn’t listening to you, in fact he wasn’t looking at you at all

“Wait here.”he said and walked off

  After a couple of minutes you turned back into your human form and decided to go look for him. You knew he told you to stay here, but something was calling for you. You had never disobeyed your uncle until today. You were walking slowly through the forest ,when you heard people talking. Peaking your head through the trees you saw three boys and one of them you knew perfectly.

“Jimin!”you gasped 

  You knew you had to go back before they heard you, but while trying to sneak away you stepped onto something that made a cracking sound.

“Damn it!”you cursed out

“Did you hear that?”asked one of Jimin’s friends “Let’s go and check it out.”he suggested and the boys split up

  You started running not giving a damn if they heard you or not, yet at the same time you were looking for your uncle.After awhile you stopped running to take a breath, as you placed your hand onto the tree and leaned to rest.You heard foot steps.

“Uncle!”you turned your head thinking it was him, yet you were met with something much more serious that him

“Y/N…is that you?” the person standing wasn’t able to see very well in your direction, but had a good guess 

  You were about to say something when your hands grabbed your mouth, keeping it shut. You turned your back towards him and started running again, but the boy followed.Don’t follow me, don’t follow me. you were constantly saying in your head.

“Y/N is that you!”he yelled out again, showing you that he was close behind

  You jumped turning into a tiger. It was very risky, but this way you were faster than him. Reaching the place you left, you saw your uncle and ran behind him.He placed his hand onto your head and soon realized what had happened, when the boy appeared in front of him.

“Excuse me.”he was looking at the ground, trying to take his breath as he asked “Did you see a girl run by?”

“No.”said your uncle

“That can’t be!”he looked up and took a step back, seeing you “Is that!”

“Yes, a tiger.” 

  What were supposed to do?Roar and scare him away.This is Jimin we are talking about here.You wouldn’t want to do that.

“Aren’t you afraid boy?”

“Actually…” Jimin came closer “I don’t know why, but I want to touch it.”he looked up at your uncle “Can I?”

 Uncle what are we going to do now? you looked at him asking through telepathy 

 For now just go over there. I want to confirm something.

  If your uncle said it was ok, than it was. You slowly moved towards Jimin, you were surprised he wasn’t scared at all. He reached out his hand and you placed your head in it. Jimin pulled you closer and started patting your head. This was the best day in your life. The boy you liked being this close to you and patting your head, well you were in animal form, but that wan’t a problem.

  His smile warm and filled with happiness. Soon you started melting into a puddle while he was patting you and purred loudly.

“She is very cute.”said Jimin

“I never told you it was a she.”said your uncle and your eyes opened up immediately 

“Really?”Jimin looked down at you “I had this strange feeling telling me it was female.” he was so gentle while running his hand through your fur “You know, you remind me of a person I know. What is her name?”he asked

  Your uncle tried his best to avoid the question.He decided that it was time for you to go, as the boy was starting to get dangerous for your secret. 

  Y/N, you must leave him. just by one look you knew that there was something wrong 

  Looking up at Jimin with sad eyes,you moved away and walked over to your uncle. Jimin stood up and patted his clothes clean from the dirt. “It’s time for you to go hu?”he asked “It was nice meeting you, when I touched your fur, I felt like something heavy was lifted off my chest.”he waved for goodbye

“Don’t tell anyone we met boy, or you will be sorry.” before Jimin could say something back, you were gone

  The whole walk home your uncle didn’t say a word to you. Once you stepped foot in the house and sat on the couch, he looked at you.

“You like him don’t you.” the question stabbed you right in the heart

  You were told since little that falling in love with a human is something you mustn’t do. But now when you already have, there was no return. 

“Answer me child!” he yelled out and your mother ran in the room

“What is going on here?”she asked

“Y/N is in love with a human boy!” he looked at her and your mother gasped 

“Tell me that what your uncle is saying isn’t true.”she walked over and looked at you 

“I, I…” you couldn’t say anything. If you told them the truth ,than things were going to get ugly and if you didn’t tell them, they were going to find out sooner or later anyways. 

“It’s not, right?” you weren’t saying anything ,which made them believe in it even more

“Y/N, you promised us.”said you mother “You promised you wouldn’t.”

“Mom, I couldn’t control it.”you looked down

“So…so it is true?”

“Yes, I am sorry.”

“We were going to wait, but I think she mustn’t be give more time.”your uncle pulled a phone out of his pocket and turned his back towards you “This happened when you give her too much freedom.”

“You don’t mean…?” your mother stuttered 

“That is exactly what I mean.”

  They left you in the living room, not knowing what was coming your way.Yet deep down you knew that tomorrow morning wasn’t going to be a nice one.

The Feast of Saint Gabriel

Summary: The reader has spent a chunk of time preparing a surprise for Gabriel but his arrival surprises them and ruins the surprise.  However, Gabriel is able to use his powers to restore things to the original state the reader intended and the two share a few hours of stories and sweets.

Author: @revwinchester

Pairing: Gabriel x (gender neutral) Reader
Other Characters: Sam and Dean

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: a little bit of cursing, vaguely implied smut

A/N: This is one of my entries for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge.  This is for the dialogue prompt, “I can’t believe you thought I punched him. No, I slammed a shovel into his face. Big difference.”  I was already working on this piece when the prompts were announced and I tried to work it in here as seamlessly as possible.  In other news, today is actually the former date of the Feast of Saint Gabriel before he got smushed into sharing a day with Michael and Raphael during Vatican II.

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Proposal From the Heart- Eisuke Ichinomiya (Fluff)

Finally back with my next fic, which is all fluff😋. Note that this is from Eisuke’s POV. Hope you guys enjoy it. Suggestions are always welcome😁. And @chillaxe, you’re right, Eisuke Ichinomiya may be my ultimate bias after all….😥😉😍

That woman had totally changed my life, totally. I think about the time I bought her. What if I hadn’t? Where would she be now? Rather, where would I be? Definitely nowhere near where I am now, considering that I was supposed to go to hell. Meeting her had been a major turning point in my life. And now, I don’t want to turn back again. Few of my senses still don’t believe I fell for her- I wasn’t supposed to. But I did. In spite of that egoistic resolution of mine- NEVER FALL IN LOVE, I did.

But falling in love was worth everything. Honestly, never had I witnessed such weakness in life. The kind of weakness that love brings in. The one which gives you butterflies in your stomach on thinking of her. The one which gives you a hard-on just upon seeing her. What did I ever do to deserve her? A sweetheart like her and a bastard like me? But she made me realise that there was a lover in me, who was far stronger than the bastard. And she’s the only one who saw through that bastard, my inner lover and perhaps, brought him out. She did all I told her to- from making coffee at the most awkward times of the day to assisting me as my ‘dear little girlfriend’. That’s when it hit home for me. Yes. This was the girl I wanted to be with FOREVER. It was that time when every cell, tissue, organ and system of my body screamed, “MAKE HER YOURS”. Technically, she’s mine, since I bought her. But jokes apart, I wanted to make her mine. Mine as in, LEGALLY MINE. And today was the day when I would take a step forward into what I wanted.

I checked the time. 4:55 pm.  I have my date with _______ in 5 minutes more. And believe it, for the first time in life, I’m nervous. EISUKE ICHINOMIYA- NERVOUS? Not very convincing, right? I never knew I could be nervous, until today.

Although I know my words perfectly, although know the entire procedure, and heck I even know her answer! Yet, I’m NERVOUS. Why? God knows.

“Eisuke, I’m ready!” came _____’s cheerful voice from behind me. I turned around to see her looking absolutely beautiful in a short peach-colored dress. Her eyes sparkled with innocence. And the smile adorning her features was bright enough to blind the entire male race.

“Very pretty”, I said, pulling her to myself almost as a reflex action, perhaps to guard her from the bad men and bitches out there.

“Thanks Eisuke.” she said, kissing my cheek.

“You are welcome. Shall we go?” I said, taking her hand as I led her to the car.

“But where are we going?” The curiosity was apparent in her voice.

“You’ll see.”

I started the vehicle. She looked around just like a little girl alertly, as I drove. I halted the car at our destination- a secret cave. Sounds fictitious? Nope, it isn’t.

“Where are we? This cave is so dark”

“Just come with me”, I said and both of us got out.

“Why is it so dark? I don’t like this place.” she said.

“Don’t you trust me baby?”

“I do Eisuke.”

“So just come along. You’ll love it.”

Maybe it was just me or my nervousness, but I was being really curt. Couldn’t help it, adrenaline had gotten the better of me. We ventured further into the darkness and I could feel her hold on me getting tighter.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“_____ just a minute more.”

We were almost there.

“Alright now close your eyes and be careful with the stairs.”Saying this, I brought her down to the newlymade place- a garden that I’d made for her.

“Open your eyes sweetheart”

A look of extreme surprise came onto her face as she looked around. ______ loved flowers. In fact, she wouldn’t admit it, but she loved them more than me. (Puppy eyes)

“Oh my god Eisuke! This is so beautiful!” she said, leaving my hand and ran inside to have a better look. I smiled and followed her.

“Wow! There are so many flowers here. Dahlias, Chrysanthemums, Cinerarias, Lilies, oh and even Passionflowers!” she squealed like a fangirl. Seeing her happy made me happy too.

“Rose! Wow, Sunflowers! And Tiger Lilies, Lavender, Bougainvillea and Cherry trees!!” she exclaimed, her child-like eyes twinkling.

She came over to me again and said, “I never knew such kind of a garden existed here.”

“It didn’t. I got it made for you. It’s yours.” I said.

“What?! Oh my gosh, Eisuke! Thank you so much!” she said, hugging me so tightly in a vicegrip that I truly thought I’d choke.

“You’re welcome ______” I said, kissing her forehead, “Shall we go further? There are fountains and a pavillion inside. Come on”

We walked further together

“Goodness these fountains! So gorgeous! And these exotic flowers are so pretty…”

“But none as pretty as you….” I said, without intending to do so. She looked at me, surprised at the sudden compliment.

“You’re prettier than any flower in this world” I said, taking her chin in my hand and kissing her soft lips. I could feel her arms wrap around my neck and fingers lace through my hair as we shared a few kisses.

“Let’s go to the pavillion” I said, reluctantly taking a last bite of her bottom lip.

“This is TOO GOOD!”

She jumped slightly at the sight of the vintage-style pavillion at the centre. I could only grin. She liked it. I had initially planned on giving her something exquisite like coture dresses or a marquise diamond, but like the sweetheart she is, she would not have accepted it. The garden was a good idea. It defined the beauty, grace and simplicity that _____ possessed.

“Liked it?”

“Very much. Thanks for this Eisuke. It’s more beautiful and precious than any diamond necklace. Thank you so much…”she said, nuzzling her face into my chest.

“I should be the one thanking you.”

She looked up, puzzled. Seeing that look in her eyes spurred me. This was the right time.

“What is it Eisuke?” she asked, caressing my right cheek. I took a deep breath and began.

“______, we are here today for an entirely different reason.”

“What is it?”

“To begin with, I want to thank you _____. For all that you’ve done for me. For all that you taught me. For all the happiness you gave me. For the patience that you showed. For doing all the things I told you to. For never deploring my asshole-ness. For making me the most marvellous coffees. And if I try to thank you for everything, I bet I wouldn’t be done before Christmas.” She giggled slightly at that.

“And I want to say sorry. For all the mean things I did to you. For the no thank-you’s. For asking you to do imbecile jobs for me. For putting you in vexatious, awkward positions many a times. For threatening you. For hurting you and not saying sorry when I was at fault.” I said, looking straight into her questioning eyes as my hands slipped around her waist.

“I bet there’s nothing more wonderful that’s happened to me, than you. Honestly speaking, my heart was a bare, frigid desert until you came in and warmed it up with your love and care. And before I realised it, I was in love with you. I feel so damn unbefitting to have your love, care and affection. But you make me want to be a better man, a better human being. I didn’t admit this ever before; your beauty did attract my attention, but your personality stole my heart.”

Saying this, I got down on one knee and continued, “_______, will you accept the lover in me, along with the bastard? Will you accept the victim in me, along with the criminal? Will you hit me hard when I’m rude and cruel? I hope I’m not asking for too much; will you be with me forever? I promise to keep you contented and give you the most magnificent life. I promise to spoil you with my love. ______ will you marry me?” I took out a velvet box from my blazer and opened it.

Her eyes were teary but didn’t lack an ounce of fondness and warmth.

“Yes….suki” she said in a choked voice with a smile.

I slipped the ring around her finger and a happy tear rolled down her cheek. I pulled her close.

“But I can’t hit you hard” she said choking out a few tears. I laughed. She laughed too. And hers was contagious. “I love you so much” With her by my side, I felt richer than the richest person on the planet.

“I love you too Eisuke” she cried, holding my face in her palms and kissing me as the sun set, casting beautiful silhouettes and hinting in the slightest about the amazing future that awaited us. Our best was yet to come.