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Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

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Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

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WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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We Sang Along To The Start of Forever

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs’ for anonymous

word count: 7973

Going to college is one of those things that Clarke has been preparing for her entire life. She has to really, considering that an extensive amount of research and preparation is required when you’re the Princess of a dated and stupidly antiquated form of government.

(Granted, the extent of her research only goes as far as to adding The Princess Diaries to her Netflix queue, but technicalities.)

Or: Clarke’s college experience would be a lot more pleasant if Bellamy Blake stopped trying to figure her out.


Going to college is one of those things that Clarke has been preparing for her entire life. She has to really, considering that an extensive amount of research and preparation is required when you’re the Princess of a dated and stupidly antiquated form of government.

(Granted, the extent of her research only goes as far as to adding The Princess Diaries to her Netflix queue, but technicalities. )

Still, none of it could have prepared her for Bellamy Blake.

The first time she meets him, he’s arguing with the professor about the required reading list.

It’s not like she means to listen in on their conversation, but he’s one of those people that you can’t help but notice—all bronzed skin and muscles and artfully mussed hair. Coupled with the way he’s furiously gesticulating with his hands and the frazzled expression on his face, and, well. She’ll admit that she’s sufficiently intrigued.

“This is a Politics and Literature course, Mr. Blake,” the professor huffs, exasperated. “The whole point of the course involves looking at how fiction helps understand and express politics.”

The guy— last name Blake, Clarke reminds herself— looks distinctly put out by that. “And I don’t have a problem with that,” he points out, folding his arms across his chest. “What I do have a problem with is how all the books on the reading list are drawn from the same historical and cultural setting.”

A quick glance at the syllabus confirms it, but —

“Actually,” she pipes up, tapping at the sheet before her, “The White Tiger is set in India, so…”

He turns the full-force of his glare on her, then, brow arched. “It’s one novel on a list of twelve,” he says, dismissive. “That’s hardly enough.”

I agree, she doesn’t get to say, before he’s sweeping his gaze over her — disdain clear as he takes in the MacBook perched on her lap, to the watch strapped to her wrist, and all the way down to her newly polished shoes.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Princess,” he says, venomous, and she can practically feel her hackles rising in response.

Bristling, she opens her mouth, a retort already forming on her tongue, when she receives a swift kick to the ankle, startling her enough that she squeaks instead.

Scowling, she shifts her gaze over to Roan. A bodyguard had been one of the stipulated conditions to this whole arrangement, and he’d been her pick mostly because she’s gotten used to his hulking presence over the years. There’s also the added bonus factor of his notorious unflappability and calm even in the most trying of situations—which explains why he’s currently regarding her with nothing but an arched brow and a pointed widening of his eyes; a wordless reminder of the need to be inconspicuous. Or at least subtle enough to not bring attention to herself (and by extension, her status) on the first day of school.

Slumping over in her seat, she relents, hiding her glower behind a curtain of hair.

It doesn’t seem to placate Blake all that much, if the irritated half-snort he gives is any indication. Still, he skulks back to his seat, plopping down in the chair directly behind hers.

The first half an hour of class passes by without issue, and she finds herself relaxing halfway through, against her better judgment, focusing on the lecture itself and jotting down notes during the lulls. Her gaze drifts on over to Blake, from time to time, but only because he’s one of the few seated within her vicinity. His handwriting is a angry scrawl, and she thinks she catches a glimpse of a B in his first name as well. When he’s not scribbling out notes or shooting everyone else dirty looks, he’s chewing on the cap of his pen, fingers tapping out a distracting rhythm on the tabletop.

He catches her gaze soon after, and she flushes at the realization that he caught her staring.

“What?” she challenges, before he can get a word out. “You have something to say to me?”

“Not really,” he smirks, his gaze roving over her once more, lingering at the ID badge she has slung over her neck. “So. You’re a freshman.”

It’s a statement rather than a question, but she nods anyway.

“Wow,” he drawls. There’s a kind of smugness to it that suggests that he’s gotten exactly what he wanted from her affirmation alone, and it makes her want to do questionable things, like stomp on his foot. “That’s pretty impressive, considering how this course has a required class standing that I’m sure a freshman like yourself has yet to fulfill.”

It’s difficult to keep her surprise from showing at that, and she has to bite at her lip to keep from gaping. Shit. It’s certainly not unexpected, though, considering her mother’s influence, and Clarke had only skimmed through the course catalogue before picking out the courses that appealed to her most. Taking a deep breath, she shoots him a tight smile, praying that it comes off convincing. “Well, I guess I had enough transferral credits.”

You’re a transfer?” he scoffs, narrowing his eyes over at her. “Where from?”

She blinks, her gaze landing on Roan for a split-second. “Mecha,” she says smoothly, the lie coming easy. “But I was looking for a change in scenery, so.”

“You transferred from Mecha,” he says, dubious, “to Ark U?”

“That’s right,” she says, jutting her chin out defiantly. “Like I said, I needed a change.”

He mulls over that, his expression contemplative. Then, with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders, he says, “You know, you could have just admitted that you’re a trust fund kid and I would have let it go, right?”

This time, she can’t quite hold back on her offended gasp. “What?

“Wait, I think I got it,” he continues, his voice taking on a mocking edge. “You have a parent on the college admissions board.”


“So, they made a sizable donation to the school and I’m going to see a—” he pauses, squinting over at her ID, “—Clarke Griffin wing in a few months, right? Arts or Sciences, you think?”

Neither,” she hisses, seething. Vaguely, she’s aware that everyone else is getting up from their seats, the rising noise level signalling that class is over. “God, I don’t even know why I’m still standing here trying to justify myself to you, when—”


The voice snags at her attention, and she turns away from him to look at the source of the intrusion. She’s pretty, Clarke thinks, with startling green eyes, a sharp jaw and hair trailing down to her back, and it doesn’t occur to her that it’s Blake she’s referring to until he says, “I’ll be there in a minute, O.”

Well. At least she finally can put a name to the face.

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The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

[gif is not mine.]

warnings:  none. fluff? 

words: 1586 

‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.


Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”


“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.


(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

Sober (M) Part Seven

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BIgBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Genre: Angst 

Part One Part Six Part Eight

Originally posted by jiclass

It had been hours since you had last spoken, you supposed there was nothing you could say that could make the tense situation any better. A big part of you, the smart part of you, wanted to get up and walk out of the waiting room. Then, there’s the other part of you, the part that can’t leave Jiyong alone, stays and you’re too weak to fight against it. For your love towards Jiyong, you stay seated beside him rubbing his back comfortingly as he torments himself with what could be happening inside to his ex-girlfriend. 

“Coffee?” you suggest quietly. 

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Something Just Like This

Summary: The first time Killian and Emma consider having their wedding on the sea. 

Inspired by the photo above.

Emma woke up to the cozy feeling of warm arms holding her protectively, Killian’s fingers entwined in hers as their hands were tucked against her chest. The curtains were drawn and her eyes were closed but she was hesitant to open them. It was a rare and peaceful moment, one that she never wanted to end. Her fiance’s soft breathing brushed across her bare skin and his naked body was pressed to her back in the most delicious way. She sighed in content, a joyful smile making it’s way across her lips. Damn this man for making her so happy. So in love.

After she had spent all of this time shielding her heart, denying herself of pure, unadulterated love, this pirate managed to worm his way in. And now they were finally taking the next step in their relationship. Emma Swan was finally getting married.

Although the lost orphan inside of her would probably always be there taunting her, she finally felt like the princess she was supposed to be. All of the excitement and joy she felt was buried below the surface, and now threatening to burst through. Her heart was dancing, and she wanted to scream and shout to the entire world that she was marrying Killian Jones, her true love. Who knew she would ever have something just like this?

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A/N: Seeing Mashima’s art of Gruvia wearing cat ears today made me so happy, I just had to write something! Here’s a short drabble based on it ^.^

Words: 820

Based on Mashima’s Gruvia cat ears graffiti 

“Oi, Juvia! Where’d you go? We’re gonna be late to the dinner party!” Gray turned around to fix his tie in the mirror, looping it over and under before pulling the blue material through and straightening it.

It was Happy’s birthday today and the guild had decided to throw him a huge party, inviting very well half of Magnolia and other nearby guilds to join in on the occasion and make it special for him.

And despite having the whole afternoon to get ready, he and Juvia were still going to be late.

“Juvia? Aren’t you done yet?” Gray called, hearing someone shuffle around in the hallway. “I said we’re gonna be late…”

In the mirror, he caught sight of a familiar blue shape, sneaking across the room before disappearing behind him, hidden asides from a few loose curls peeking out and giving her away entirely.

“Juvia,” he said flatly. “I know you’re there.”

Juvia said nothing, her weight pressed against his back as she raised her arms up to his head, the golden bangles on her wrists jingling softly in his ears along with her quiet giggles.

And when he saw white cat ears appear in the mirror, he said nothing, watching with a deadpan expression as she positioned them on top of his head before peering around his body to glance at the two of them in the mirror.

“What does Gray-sama think?” Juvia asked him, her hair hanging over one shoulder and a smile bright on her lips.

“Not a chance.”

“But Gray-sama looks so sweet!”


Juvia stepped forward, taking his arm in hers and pressing her cheek to his shoulder. “But we’re matching!”


He was wearing a dark suit, blue shirt, blue tie. She was wearing the same shade as him, her dress flowing elegantly over her figure, golden belt tied at the waist, glinting in the mirror.

They looked good together, the two of them — a contrast of black and blue.

Though, when Gray’s eyes travelled upwards to her hat, he realised that their clothes weren’t all that was matching about them.

He took one look at the navy-coloured cat ears fashioned onto her hat and before he could stop himself, his mouth twitched upwards and he was laughing, hard, a hand over his forehead as he shook his head at how utterly ridiculous they both looked.

Leaning down, Gray flicked one of her cat ears, grinning at her. “Gotta say, it looks better on you than it does on me.”

“Gray-sama looks cute too,” Juvia said, blushing lightly as she reached up to kiss his cheek. “And Happy will be so surprised to see us wearing these!”

So this is what she’d been doing in secret over the past few days – hiding bundles of fabric behind her back every time he’d walk into the room, staying up late to finish ‘a project’, suddenly asking if the two of them could go pay a visit to Carla and Pantherlily out of the blue – she’d been making friggin’ Exceed hats for them to wear to Happy’s birthday party together.

Staring hard at her, he arched a brow. Never before in his life would he consider going out into public like this with white cat ears sticking out of his head. Like hell would he even consider it.

But despite how ridiculous he looked and felt, he couldn’t help but smile at her antics and laugh along with her.

“Okay, fine,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “But just this once and that’s it, got it? Don’t start getting more ideas.”

“Gray-sama!” Juvia squealed in delight, throwing herself into his arms to hug him tightly. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

He wasn’t sure ‘fun’ was the right word. Gray imagined his guild members’ faces when they’d see the two of them looking like a pair of cats. He sighed for all the trouble he knew was sure to come. The guys would never let him live this down…all he could do was hope that no one was bringing a camera along to the party.

“Yeah, well…” He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. “I wouldn’t do this just for anyone, y’know?”

“Juvia knows,” she said, pulling away to smile at him.

Smirking back, he held her hands loosely in his own. “Alright then, let’s go. Otherwise we’ll be late and by the time we get there, that flame-brain will have eaten everything…”

“Yes,” she said, falling into step beside him as they grabbed their coats and stepped out into the cool evening breeze.

“Ah, Gray-sama…”


“Say ‘nyaan~’!”

“What?! No way.”


“You talked me into wearing the cat ears.” He pointed to his head, scowling. “And that’s all you’re getting.”

Juvia laughed as they continued to walk on, cat ears on their heads, her hand in his, and the bag containing their camera swinging lightly from her shoulder.

Like a Puppy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could do a request :D could you do like the reader is really closed off and she always wear black and wears a beanie all the time just like jughead, and she’s like super sarcastic so one day jughead comes up to talk to her and follows her around all day ? SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG

A/N: I switched it up a bit so the reader is a bit newer to riverdale! (Sorry if it sucked.I’m writing it at 4am with no sleeping) Hope you enjoy it. Requests are welcome (ALSO THANKS TO MY BBY FOR READING THE BEGINNING FOR ME <3 ILY @jugheadneedsahome )


Like a Puppy (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead wasn’t one to chase after girls or even glance. He simply had his laptop and unless the girl had food with her, he wasn’t interested.

That was until she came to the school.

He didn’t notice her at first. Of course he didn’t. He had his face glued to his laptop.

It was Ronnie that pointed her out during lunch a few weeks after she started.

(Y/n) were more of a loner than he was. She didn’t want to make friends and gave a glare or snarky remark to anyone who tried.

People started to notice that she wore similar clothes everyday. It was always some combo of black jeans, tight black tee with some sort of leather jacket, and her hair controlled with her beloved beanie.

“She’s literally just like you, Jug!” He just looks up in confusion.

“Who are you talking about?”

The group roll their eyes at him and point to a lonely girl sitting at a table, buried in a book.  

He glances over and almost falls off the bench. Woah. He didn’t think he’s ever seen a girl as pretty as her. How did he not notice her?

“Juggie?” Betty raises her brow at him.

“She’s pretty.” the words escape his mouth before he even registered them.

The whole group froze and Jug turned to look at them.

“Did I just say that out loud?” His face turning a faint pink.

“Oh my god. Yes.” V all but squeals. “I ship it.”

Arch gestures to the girl in black. “Dude, Go say hi.”

He shakes his head quickly. “Nope. Not happening. We’re all going to pretend that most definitely did not come out of my mouth.” with that, grabs his laptop and leaves.

You were at your locker, looking for your Biology book when he walks up to you.

“Hi.” You glance at the boy with a beanie crowned on his head. It was similar to the one on your head.

“Can I help you?” You try not to wince. You always seem to sound rude without helping it.

Instead of giving the reaction most people do, he just gives a half smirk and nods his head.

“Jughead Jones the third. You?” You were a bit shocked that he didn’t seem fazed by your rude exterior.

“(Y/n).” You pull out the book you were looking for and slam your locker shut.

You turn to the boy and give him a two fingered salute. “Well Jugster. Nice to meet you but I must get going.”

He just shrugs and walks next to you to your next class, not saying a word.

It was free period when you managed to lose him. Jughead. He’s been following you around all day and every time you threw a sarcastic comment that most people would find rude, he’d just laugh and say something even more witty back.

You didn’t know what to think.

You weren’t one for friends. Hell, People never had the same sense of humor as you did so you never tried.

But Jughead. He was different.

He liked the comments you made in Biology.

He liked the snide remark you through at the Queen Ginger.

You sigh and close the book, unable to focus now.

A body plops down beside you.

“You know people will start thinking things if you keep this up.” You move your head to see Jughead grinning at you.

“Don’t worry what people think. They don’t do it very often.” He replies and you let out a laugh.

“Why do you keep following me around like a puppy, Jugster?” You decide to just ask the poor boy.

“I want to get to know you. Is that a crime?” He shrugs.

“Stupidity is not a crime so you’re free to go.” He just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Keep rolling your eyes and maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” Before you could say anything else, he interrupts you.

“Have you ever been to Pop’s?” You raise a brow to the blushing boy.

“I’ve been a few times, Jugster. Haven’t tried his burgers yet though.”

He sends you a smile and asks, “Go to Pop’s with me?”

“Are you asking me out, Jugster? It’s only been a day.” Dating wasn’t something you were used to, but you had to admit he was definitely your type.

“Yeah. Let’s go for burgers and milkshakes.” His eyes meet yours and you find yourself nodding.

“Okay Jugster, but i warned you.”

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For @anhartcuteneon…reader is royalty as requested. Enjoy! (this kinda hurt because I love both Loki and Fandral)

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Better For Me (Part Three)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 2231

Chapter Summary: Y/N sees a softer side of a man whom she despises. Bucky tries to find validation in Y/N and when things seem to be going great, something gets in the way.

A/N: WHAT THE HECKERS THERE IS 450+ OF YOU WHY????? I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH! Oh and the lucky numbers thing is my lil thing, eight is my lucky number :)


Originally posted by cayya

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Right But Wrong

Requested. (twice)
Who: Jughead Jones
Quote: We had the right love at the wrong time.

[Y/N] weaved in and out of the growing crowd at Archie’s house. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at her former classmates acting like animals. Grabbing empty red solo cups and all the trash she could possibly see, she struggled to prevent a trail behind her. 

Throwing all of the trash in the kitchen garbage can, she sighed and tucked her hair behind her ears. It wasn’t like Archie to throw a party of this caliber despite his growing popularity status. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked around her. Memories of her running around in this exact kitchen when she was just a little girl flashed through her brain.

“[Y/N]!” Archie slurred. Stumbling towards her, he grinned. “You made it.” 

Eliciting a grunt when Archie fell into her, she tried to balance him. “Hey, Archie.” She mused, quirking a brow in his direction. “How much have you had to drink?” 

Shrugging, he spread his arms out wide and did a messy twirl. “Who the fuck cares.”

Nodding, “Alright, Arch. Let’s get you upstairs, yeah?” Placing a firm hand on his back, she guided him towards the stairs. It was an easier task to be said than done. [Y/N] struggled left and right trying to get him even out the kitchen. 

Pushing off of her, Archie slurred some more. “I don’t want to go upstairs, [Y/N].” Pouting, he pointed towards his mouth, “I need more.” 

“No sir.” She firmly said. 

“Need help?” 

Her head snapped up towards the voice she hadn’t heard from in a long time. Slowly nodding, she graciously accepted Jughead’s offer. Together they safely and securely tucked Archie into his bed. She chuckled as he passed out before they left his room. Looking at Jughead, she pressed a smile. Heading back downstairs, the pair put an end to the night. 

After a few hours of cleaning up the Andrews’ household, she collapsed onto the couch. Slouching down, she turned her head towards Jughead who sat in the armchair diagonal from her. “Thanks, Jughead.” 

Nodding, Jughead looked down at his fingers. It had been a long time since he had even been this close to [Y/N]. They had grown up together. His father, Archie’s father, and her’s all friends back in the day. Jughead and her had attempted the dating thing but it just didn’t work out. His home life was falling apart and hers was well, it was always a mess. 

Seeing her tonight welcomed back all those feelings he desperately wanted to make work. But, he was with Betty now. 

“You okay, Juggie?” [Y/N] inquired, wondering what was going through his head. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Clearing his throat, he rubbed his nose and tried to make small talk. “Hows the family?” 

“Same old, same old.” She sighed. 

“Are they still, uh, still-”

“-rolling around with your dad?” She asked with a quirked brow, “Yes.” Leaning forward, she grabbed a silver object used to keep someone’s attention and started to mess with it. “Do you still talk to him?”

Shrugging, “Every now and again…”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Running a hand through her hair, [Y/N] set the object back on the coffee table. “I actually saw him yesterday. Asked me why you and I ever broke up.” She shook her head, “It was a weird conversation to have because my parents never even knew.” [Y/N] refused to let her parents in on her life, not after they forced her to leave her friends and move back deep into Southside Serpent territory. 

Jughead sat in silence for a minute, reliving their moments when they were together. Squinting, “What did you tell him?” 

Standing up, she pressed her lips together as she tilted her head. “That we just had the right love at the wrong time.” Walking towards Jughead, she pressed a firm kiss on top of his beanie. Smiling, she gave a firm pat on his shoulder. “He told me that you’re with Betty Cooper now.” Nodding in approval, “I always liked her.” 

“Yeah….” He muttered.

“You be good to her now, Forsythe.” [Y/N] looked at him firmly in the eyes, “Betty Cooper isn’t the kind of girl you let slip through your fingers.” 

Jughead desperately wanted to respond that she wasn’t either but instead he nodded. “Got it, Captain.” 

Smirking, she gave his shoulder a tight squeeze and looked at the clock. “I’m going to head home. It was good seeing you, Jug. Let Archie know that I will never come to another party of his,” laughing, she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “But, if it’s just the gang, I’m all in.” 

Jughead nodded, sad to see her go. “Will do.” 

“Bye, Jughead.” 

anonymous asked:

The twins + Hope going full Parent Trap after they meet at Caroline's School For Gifted Youngsters.

Okay, so this drabble is semi-canonish, and I know this won’t be many people’s cup of tea since it involves the magical babies. This is how the future of Klaroline is looking (ONLY ON THE SHOW) but I did have fun writing this drabble. It’s kind of cracky, but I’d been asked a couple times to write this scenario so I hope you guys like it :)


It took Caroline only three months to regret admitting Hope Mikaelson as a student at the School for the Young and Gifted.

She blamed Klaus.

It was nothing against the 8 year old girl. Hope was one of the most talented students the school had ever encountered, and that was including Caroline’s own magical daughters. She was sweet, thoughtful, and always eager to learn from her teachers. But ever since the arrival of Hope, Caroline’s life turned upside down in so many different ways.

First of all, she was up to her elbows in Mikaelsons.

Freya joined the school as an teacher for three classes a week. Lizzie struggled the most with controlling her powers, so she soon grew closest to the oldest Mikaelson witch, much to Caroline’s surprise and exasperation Rebekah was constantly sending Caroline links of school uniforms and how her niece desperately needed a wardrobe upgrade. She didn’t know how she was supposed to handle that, and would always forward those messages to Hayley. Kol popped in every few months to check on his ‘favorite niece’ and crack jokes about when the twins would become Hope’s sisters.

Josie overheard one time and was not happy when Caroline shot that idea down.

After that, Kol was no longer allowed on school grounds without supervision.

Josie and Lizzie immediately took to Hope when she visited the School for the Young and Gifted in the Mystic Falls chapter that Alaric headed up. Their bedroom in New Orleans, where they spent the majority part of the school year, was littered with artwork down by the youngest Mikaelson who had inherited her father’s artistic talent. Josie was constantly begging Caroline to allow Hope to be their third roommate.

Caroline prided herself on being able to compartmentalize her life. When she was working at the school, she was focused, driven. When she left work, her nights were spent with the girls unless they were with Alaric for that time of the year, and then she stayed on the couch, stuffing her face with beignets.

But of course, Klaus found his way to weasel his way back into her thoughts.

Annoyingly enough, Klaus was one of those parents. He sent daily emails with suggestions for the school (Caroline regretted including him in the parent suggestion email chain), sent random checks once a month whenever there was a minor incident (Lizzie felt so bad about setting the sink on fire and when Klaus saw he cry, he bought the twin a new bathroom practically), asked about field trip chaperones, and made himself impossible to ignore.

As annoying as the daily emails were from Klaus, Caroline secretly loved them. Whenever he not so subtly mentioned parent teacher conferences, or how he wanted to fund a PTA, she found herself amused and stuck grinning like an idiot at her computer more often than not.

He was not at all coy in reminding her that his affections remain unchanged throughout the years. After Klaus and Hope visited the school in Mystic Falls for the first time, Caroline found a few sketches of her and the twins on her armoire in her house along with a rectangle shaped black velvet box that contained the infinity bracelet that she threw back in his face nearly ten years with a simple “thank you” note.

When she didn’t respond, he sent a 3 million dollar check and letter.

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Klaus Mikaelson | Imagine

A/N: Combining two requests because they were similar. Change of perspectives because I tried something. 

Content: Reader had some feelings for Klaus while he was in Mystic Falls but because being in a relationship, they never admitted. 5 years later, (Y/N), a witch, needs the Mikaelsons’ help.

Warnings: none 

It has been years of silence since the last incident. Many people put their lifes on the line and eventually lost it. So many fights, so many tears. 

Odd, (Y/N) thought as you walked down the streets of Mystic Falls. This town was probably cursed from its very beginning, but after he had left, everything turned upside down completely. 

A smile crept its way on the young female’s face as her thoughts wandered to the time half a decade ago. 

“(Y/N)”, a voice reached the witches ears which automatically lead to an eyeroll. She walked past him, without giving more reaction and went straight for the counter.

“Matt, I’m starving.” You declared simply with a pout. You were sure the kitchen was closed since it was late but you tried anyways. “You’re fifteen minutes too late, (Y/N).” “Enough time to turn a blind eye?” You asked with a charming smile.

He scolded you further, not taking any compelling. “Sorry.” He poured some liquid in some glasses while speaking. “Why are you late this time?” You groaned and sighed in resignation. You’ve lost. 

“I had business to do. I-” You two were interrupted, when another person sat next to you. 

“What an awful service”, he almost immediately stated, “when a charming girl like you asks for a dinner, she should get a three-courses menu, don’t you think?” You tried to ignore the original vampire next to you, but his stare seemed to burn your skin, looking right through you.

When your gaze met his, you saw it for the first time. A genuine, but cheeky smile and for a brief moment, you forget that he had a short temper and murderous tendencies. 

“How about dinner somewhere else, love?”

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A Touch of Iron [1/1]

Fantasy Pretzel Week: Day Seven: Prompt: Any Modern Trope in a Nymph/Fae/Elves AU.

I went with fake dating/green card marriage! Thank you so much @seastarved for arranging this week, I’ve had a blast! This one’s T, 2,911 words, and open to more if you enjoy folks, so do let me know :D.

It’s an accident of course, these things always are.

She knew she should be home before the sun touched the horizon - every child of the forest knew that - but she’d been distracted, another argument about suitors with her grandmother still buzzing through her head as the dew rose around her feet, the swish of her practice sword through the long grass covering the sound of the flutes until she was almost upon them.

And now it’s too late.

They surround her, the invisible boundary she’d dared to cross shimmering behind them as they circle her with huge, overbright eyes, thin lips drawn back to show off their needle-like teeth.

“Well, well, well,” titters the closet creature, his voice pure as bells even though villainy is written in every scale of his skin. “Whatever do we have here, dearie?”

“Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest,” she snaps, her shoulders back and her chin held high as she fights to keep the tremble out of her voice. “I demand release!”

The fae laugh, a sound like shattering glass, and creep closer. Some of the smaller ones begin to tug at the edges of her cloak, at the ends of her hair. The one who’d spoken smiles like a crocodile and runs a long, thin finger over her cheek.

“But you interrupted our dance, dear princess! And you know what happens to girls who dance with the fairies, don’t you?”

She juts her chin out further and says nothing. The fairy pouts, the setting sun making his skin glimmer.

“If we like you,” he says. “We keep you.”

“And if we don’t!” cry the smaller ones, taking each other’s hands and spinning around them both until she’s dizzy with watching them, their bodies fading into a swirl of pink and green and gold. “And if we don’t!”

The male smiles again takes her face in his bony hands and breathes magic over her skin.

“We don’t.”

And the world falls away.

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Sister Talk

I am now writing a fanfic about these two idiots….the beginning of an obsession.  HELP!!

Basically a karamel one-shot even though it’s mostly Alex and Kara.  ENJOY!

(Tagging a few karamel lovelies: @karamelicious @heart-knows-no-shame @super-karamel @captainkaramel @daenerysjon )


“Thanks for coming over,” Kara said as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her sister. “Especially on a Sunday morning…I hope Maggie wasn’t too annoyed that I’m stealing you away.”

Alex quickly waved it off as she took her first sip.  “Mmm…no, she’s fine…sleeping in this morning…we have plans to meet up for lunch later.”  Alex took another sip as she studied her sister, who was humming while she doctored her own coffee.  “Sooo…is the reason I’m over here have anything to do with the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since I’ve walked through the door?”

Kara immediately pressed her lips together as she stirred her coffee.  “Pppfftt…whhaat?  I haven’t been….””  Another smile crept through but she tried to hide it by taking another sip, but as soon as she swallowed another smile bloomed on her face.  “Okay, well…”  She cleared her throat as she pushed her glasses.  “Perhaps a little the reason…okay, the main reason…yes, I’m….” She broke off into a fit of giggles.  “I’m sorry…I’m just…”

“Happy,” Alex finished for her as she smiled herself.  “You look happy.”  She then narrowed her eyes, studying her flushed cheeks and toothy grin as she did a cute little swaying dance where she stood.  “Oh….I know that look…did you?”

Kara pressed her lips together tightly, nodding her head erratically as she let out a little squeak.

“With Mon El?!”

She repeated the excited gesture…lips pressed, giddy nodding, tiny squeak.

“Of course with Mon El, why would I even ask that, you two have been playing the cat and mouse game for months, oh my god….”  She set her mug down and covered her hands with hers.  “Okay tell me everything, don’t leave anything out…go.”

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jeremyreid1  asked:

Hey, what are some good products for getting that natural glam eyebrow? And how do you achieve natural but voluminous eyebrows?

For a natural yet defined eyebrow they key is a brow filler thats two to three shades lighter than your brow hairs and lots of waxy brow gel to fluff up the brow. I would recommend using a brow powder rather than cream or pencil for a natural look because cream/pencils usually have some sort of shine and it can make it a little obvious where you brow hair ends and color starts. Powder keeps a soft matte finish which will blend in more with fluffy brow hair. 

Keep the brow filler lighter in shade, wether it be brow pencil, powder, or cream. This will keep everything soft while still letting you define an arch, lengthen the brow tail, etc without looking too sharp and stiff. Notice how below her hair is soft black while the brow shade is more of an ash brown. This makeup is from the makeup artist Ania Milczarczyk. 

If you want a fluffy, voluminous brow you can just stick with tinted brow gel. It will add texture and color but it won’t create a new brow shape or fill in areas where there is no hair. A waxy, drier brow gel is best, anything too liquid/runny won’t add the grit and texture you need.

Brushing the hairs up with a clear or tinted brow gel will make the brow look fuller than it is because you’re adding length and texture. It makes the brow hairs more prominent and keeps everything fluffy! Brow gels that will work for this are Essence Make Me Brow, Glossier Boy Brow, Palladio Brow Fiber Mousse, Benefit Gimmie Brow Fiber Brow Gel, Laura Mercier Brow Dimension Fiber Gel (currently on sale).

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“I want another one.” + Modern!Kylo 🤗? ❤


Modern AU Kylo Ren + “I want another one”

You beamed happily as you lit the small candle before you, assuring not to burn the wax 1. Finally your baby girl was one year old, healthier and happier than you could have hoped for her to be. Given the hesitation you had, had before with the news and Kylo’s uncertainty, you couldn’t be happier with how things had turned out thus far. 

Waving her chubby arms excitedly your daughter watched you take a step back from her high chair. Even in knowing that she likely had not the slightest clue what a cake was, you couldn’t help but to gush over how adorable she was in her excitement. Standing beside Kylo, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile on his lips, you  readied your camera. Giving Phasma and the “Knights”, as Kylo referred to them, a nod you began to sing ‘happy birthday’.

Though your daughter quite obviously couldn’t understand a thing you were saying to her, she beamed back at you. In the least she could tell you were happy about something, and she was being graced with both you and Kylo’s warm smiles. 

Finishing the song you all cheered for her, earning an excited squeal out of her. Even for Kylo’s child, she was surprisingly giddy around others. You leaned forward to her.

“Yay! Let’s make a wish.”

She watched you intently, obviously not understanding what you meant. She cooed in response to you as you made gestures to the candle, puffing up your cheeks in hopes she would catch on. Still she looked at you in confusion, her eyes going to back to the cake before her. With one swift swing of her arm towards the sweet concotion before her the small flame instantly vanished as her hand sunk into the frosting. 

Her eyes widened at the texture, earning a laugh from the group around you. You all clapped in approval, earning another toothless smile from your daughter as she carefully removed her hand from the cake. 

“(Y/N) do we have to eat from that one as well?”

Phasma’s brow was quirked, obviously hesitant to see your drooling baby go in for another swipe of the cake. You chuckled faintly as you shook your head.

“No there’s one inside that’s already cut up.”

Phasma smiled, “Lovely.”

With a nudge of her head she walked towards your kitchen, the knights following behind her. You stood happily in place, snapping photos of your daughter as she decimated the cake before her. Sliding your phone back into your pocket after a few moments you suddenly felt a familiar presence press up behind you. Smiling at the contact you nestled closer to him, bringing your hands to rest over his that laid on your hips.

“She certainly seems to enjoy that.”

You giggled faintly, “She certainly does. Look at how happy she is.”

As if on cue your daughter gave you and Kylo a grin as she plunged her tiny cake filled fist into her mouth again. Only a few minutes had passed and she was almost entirely covered in frosting and crumbs. Gently Kylo’s hands made circles on your sides, his chest humming with content. The small motions alone made you melt, his affectionate side finally showing as your company had gone elsewhere. 

“I want another one.”

Your brow arched, “Another party?”

Kylo huffed for a moment, “No. Another baby.”

Your brows raised slightly, “Oh.”

“Do you?”

You gently ran your thumbs over his rough hands, smiling at the sight still before you.

“I’ve thought about it.”

Gently Kylo kissed the top of your head, turning his gaze to your daughter as well. You both fell silent for a moment as you watched her beam at the two of you, still happily basking in her sugar rush. You sighed.

“We could try.”

Kylo moved to kiss your earlobe, leaning in closer, “Can we start tonight?”

You giggled, playfully swatting at the side of his head, “Maybe.”

Kylo smirked as you carefully removed his hands, “Now come on, we have to get this one cleaned up before her cheeks get stained blue.”

DRACO X READER (i love you.. |FLUFF| )

It was very clear, it has always been very clear. Stay away from the rich slytherin prince. But how could she stay away, when he wasn’t a bad boy at all. At least not around her.

It was late, you walked around the library with an awfully lit lantern. You could be busted any moment so you had to be careful.

You read the titles looking for the exact book. “What are you doing?” You turned around immediately dropping the lantern. “Draco! You scared me..” Draco laughed softly. “I was just looking for a book.” The moonlight shined on draco’s face. You saw him arching his brow. “In the restricted section?” Draco moved closer which made you step backwards. “Yes.” You simply Said. You planned on turning around but draco grabbed your arm. “You are looking at really dark magic, you know that right?” You nodded. “Yes draco i know, that is why im here.” Draco looked suspicious. “Why..” you grabbed draco’s arm. You lifted up his sleeve. You carefully traced his mark with your cold fingers. Draco pulled away. “I..” And in that moment you couldn’t figure out what to say. “I just don’t want you to get involved.” Draco took a step back. “I can help you.. my parent studied this kind of magic.. I can help you break the bond.. we can-” Draco interrupted her. “NO, you can’t help me! No one can.. just.. let me go.. I’m not good for you.”

You drawed you wand. “Lumos.” This way you could see draco very clearly. “Just let me help you. I know everyone thinks your bad.. but I don’t think your bad at all. You are caring about the persons you like, you are charming and so much more. Don’t give up on yourself, I certainly won’t. Because.. i.. I love you.” Before you knew it the three precious words were out. Unable to turn back.

Draco was startled. You looked at your shoes and felt tears burning behind you eyes. “I’m sorry..” you said. You didn’t had time to run away, because luckily draco had already placed his lips on yours. The kiss lasted what felt like hours. “I love you too.”

Tripple Dog Date Him!

Written by: @alliswell21

Prompt #57: Katniss is dared to ask nerdy!Peeta out on a date, she ends up actually enjoying her time with him. By: Anonymous.

Rated: T for some language.

Triggers: None

Word Count: Around 7500

Summary: Katniss has known of Peeta Mellark since they were little, but not until her roommate Johanna decides Katniss has had a too long hiatus from the dating scene, she dares speak to the boy.

This piece has not been betaed. All mistakes are mine.  

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Karamel Fanfic #33

WARNING! Milld spoilers from Supergirl 2x17

Title: these violent delights have violent ends

Prompt: Kara and Alex watch over as Mon-El finishes Romeo & Juliet.

Word Count: 1574

Also posted on AO3

Notes: SURPRISEEEEE!!!! Guess who’s written a Karamel fanfiction at literally the middle of the night. But in my defense, I so was not planning to write any one-shots, so I started writing this after a split second decision and I just finished it at like 3:30, so if there’re any mistakes, I apologize dearly, it’s probably because of my sleepiness lol. But once my beautiful Karamel fam put this idea in my mind, I just couldn’t get rid of it and I HAD TO write it. Sooooo I wrote it.

Anyway, this was inspired by this post by @myfangirlinghq, who had a freaking amazing idea (you’re awe-and-some sweetie :D). I also wanna thank @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain for tagging me and @contygold86 who gave me an idea and motivated me to write this at 2 a.m. in the morning, and also @stygian-omada-fan who was so excited for it and wanted to be tagged :) I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!

Kara couldn’t take her eyes off of Mon-El. She didn’t know for how long she’d been watching him from her spot at the DEO. It was probably longer than what would be considered normal, even getting to the point of stalking, yet she couldn’t help herself. He looked just so cute reading the last few pages of Romeo and Juliet.

Even after their conversation from the previous day, and Kara reminding Mon-El a second time that neither Romeo nor Juliet survived at the end, she knew he still held hope for the both of them. He didn’t want to believe, in his exact words, that “a love like that could end in such tragedy.” Apparently now he’d come to the part that said love ended in, well, tragedy.

Honestly, what did he expect? The play was in its name a tragedy.

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