melanie and i do the faces real good and i love her lots

Vain (Part 2) - Jughead Jones

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Summary: After an awkward encounter with Jughead Jones, you’ve been avoiding the anti-social teen. However, in the most cliche way possible, you end up paired together in a group project making avoidance harder than it first seemed.

I’m pretty new to writing on tumblr, so the response Vain got was overwhelming! Pretty sure that if I didn’t make a part 2, someone was going to skin me alive, (i got a LOT of asks for it, which I think is awesome!) It’s probably going to turn into a full on series so yay hype.

Warnings: - A lot of Shakespeare stuff which I try to explain :3

Jughead x Reader (Still not so much romantically yet, plz don’t kill meh)

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The Stand-In Part 4

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it! I’ve been busy with family all weekend, and that’s why I haven’t been posting a whole lot. Anyways, this one is again, not really what I was expecting, but I’ll go with it. Enjoy!

Word count: 2217

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Warnings: This one starts out with some smut so I suppose that earns a warning. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s anything else to be wary of.

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8


When she first wakes, she feels like he’s touching her everywhere.

His warm breath hits the back of her neck every few moments, and his hand is curled around hers as she lays on his bicep.

And God is it a nice bicep.

He shifts slightly, his other hand sliding against the flesh on her stomach, as her shirt has ridden up the tiniest bit. His palm covers her belly button, his fingers splayed out to cover a vast expanse of skin with his pinky just brushing the top edge of her panties.

She wonders what it would feel like to have his hands dip lower, and then she feels her cheeks flush as she remembers that they barely know each other and haven’t even had a proper first date.

She swallows the lump in her throat and exhales, feeling his leg shift behind her.

He gives a little grunt and stretches one leg out, tucking the other between her knees in a way that parts her thighs the smallest bit.

God damn it, Dean. This is not making anything easy.

She shivers as she feels his lips brush the back of her neck, a soft kiss laid upon her flesh just like that forehead kiss what seems like ages ago.

Only this time it’s not just one kiss. His lips move a fraction and he kisses her neck again, his grip on her stomach tightening to pull her close. Another fraction of an inch and another kiss makes her want to dissolve into a puddle, but she manages to hold herself together.

Neck kisses are her new weakness, it seems. At least, when they come from him they are.

“You awake?” he murmurs softly against her neck, his lips resting right at the base of her hairline. His nose is in her hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

She hums in response, and he pulls her in closer, so that her back is pressed flush to his chest.

“Do you want to get up?” he asks gently, rubbing his thumb up and down her skin carefully.

She opens her eyes weakly and lifts her phone, checking the time through a squinted gaze.

“It’s only six,” she whimpers, closing her eyes once again.

“Sorry, I’m used to it,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss, this time to the top of her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Sweetheart.”

“I can’t with you kissing me like that,” she returns, moving her hand in his to link their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and his movements halt.

“I never said you had to stop,” she finally says. “I just said that I couldn’t sleep if you did keep kissing me.”

She feels the smile on his lips against her skin, and he places a kiss just at the base of her neck, working his way up.

She feels his hand move, sliding over her skin like silk as it settled on her hip.

His lips press behind her ear as his hand slides slightly upwards.

“Is this okay?” he asks, lightly scraping his fingertips across the bottom of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes, reaching an arm back to brush through his hair. It’s so soft and fine between her fingers.

“God, you feel so perfect,” he whispers, and she shivers when he leaves his hand under her shirt. “I could wake up to this every day.”

She swallows carefully as his hand cups the bottom of her breast, working slowly up her skin.

“Is this okay?” he asks again, and this time his hand is fully holding one breast, his skin burning her with desire.

He doesn’t pull or twist or even teasingly graze over her nipple; he just holds her while sliding his hand up further.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes to revel in his warm flesh against hers. The feeling of his touch, but not actual stimulation, is driving her insane.

She just wants him to squeeze, to pull, to give her anything that can relieve some of the pressure building in her lower belly.

It’s so intimate with his hand now hovering over her heart. It’s more intimate than anything that she’s ever done with any of her previous partners.

“Dean, I…” she begins, but she can’t find the right words. “If you want… I…”

“Shh,” he hushes against her shoulder, his lips fluttering kisses up the side of her neck.

Finally, his thumb brushes over her nipple, and she gasps softly.

“Is this still okay?” he murmurs, gently squeezing the soft bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, God, yes,” she gasps out, pressing her thighs together as she searched for some way to ease the pressure building between her legs. “Dean, please. I can’t take this.”

His lips move back to her neck, and she cries out weakly as he kissed her and toyed with her gently.

The pads of his fingers are soft, gentle, but the palms of his hands are rough with callouses. The mixture of the texture makes her weak in the knees, as he was skilled in using both aspects.

He’d palm her breast and squeeze it gently before honing in on the peak with careful precision that makes her breath short.

“Dean,” she whimpers, squeezing her hand through his hair while pressing her chest into his hand as he moved from one breast to the other that had yet to receive any attention. “Please, it feels so good.”

He places open mouthed kisses behind her ear, pressing his chest into her back as he gave her breast attention similar to its twin.

The coiling in her stomach is there, and she knows that she’s about to come undone just from him touching her breasts and neck.

Not even any dry humping or similar tactics. She’s never come from just this.

Hell, she barely even came when trying to get herself off. Something about Dean Winchester, though, was capable of making her body do things she didn’t think possible.

“Dean,” she breathes, panting softly. “Dean, I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

“No,” she whimpers, sealing her fate with a single word. “Please, Dean.”

The pinching and rolling grows the smallest bit harder, and she releases a whimpering moan as the spring in her stomach coiled even tighter, until she feels like she’s seconds from exploding.

She clenches his hair as she reaches the edge of the precipice, her body shaking with energy as he strummed her until she could go no further.

And like a flood, everything rushes over her. She lets out a hard moan as she falls apart, her eyes squeezing shut as her body worked her through her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into her hair, moving his hand down to her stomach where he brushes his thumb soothingly over her heated skin. “How’s that for waking up?”

She’s shaking slightly as she exhales, and after a few moments her eyes open once more. She looks over her shoulder to his green eyes, trying to understand his motives for what he has just done.

“Dean, what was that?” she asks, struggling to turn onto her back while keeping herself tucked into him.

“If you have to ask, you’ve been with the wrong guys, Sweetheart,” he says with a half smile.

“No, I know what that was,” she makes a face at him. She’s still slightly breathless. It wasn’t the strongest orgasm, but it’s more than she’s had in quite a while. “But… Why?”

“I wanted to,” he shrugs. “I wanted to see how sensitive you are.”

“Why?” she returns, and he gives her a half smile in the bright light streaming through her window.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good, Sweetheart. Do I need a reason?” he asks, tracing his fingers over her jaw.

“No,” she responds, leaning into his touch. Her body feels tuned to him, like she could face a million people blindfolded and still know which one was him.

“I’ll make us some breakfast and then we can go out, how does that sound?” he asks, tapping her nose lightly.

“I like a man who can take charge,” she admits with a slight blush to her cheeks. “Most guys just ask where we should go and things like that. It’s nice to see something different.”

“Thank you, I think,” he says with a smile that makes her heart flip.

“You’re welcome,” she presses a kiss to his cheek and props herself up on her elbow. “Do you mind if I get a shower?”

“Go right ahead. I’ll get started cooking,” he sits up slowly and lets her stand before he follows her out of bed.

“So um, there’s stuff in the kitchen. If you want I could show you?” she offers awkwardly, suddenly realizing everything that had just transpired. “I don’t know what you can or can’t cook, and I’m not real sure of what I have right now.”

“Sweetheart, I cook for the guys all the time at the station,” he grins knowingly. “I can whip something up easy. I’ll find what I need.”

“Okay. Um, I’ll just be in here if you need me then,” she points to her bathroom door and he nods. “Just knock if you need anything.”

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he laughs lightly. “Relax and calm down a little. I thought you could use the release, I didn’t realize it would make you so nervous.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” she trails off with a slight blush, the tiniest smile on her face. “You’re just a lot different from my usual thing. It makes me nervous.”

“Good different?” he asks, and she nods while biting her bottom lip. “Then that’s all that matters right now. No need to be nervous.”

“Well, when you have to face a Greek god, you try not being nervous,” she mutters as she looks through her dresser for some clothes.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Aphrodite,” he winks and then leaves her room. She watches him go and waits for him to get a little ways down the hallway before letting out a small scream into her clothes.

God, he was so playful in the morning.

She isn’t sure she knows what to do.

She finally makes her way to the bathroom and takes one of the fastest showers of her life. Within a few minutes, she’s watching Dean move around her kitchen skillfully as he cooked something that smelled good.

“What are you making?” she asks as she hops onto the island counter to watch his back as he cooked.

“I decided on some omelettes,” he answers, peeking over his shoulder at her. “You look less panicked.”

“A good shower will do that,” she says wittily, having had a chance away from him to collect her scattered thoughts for a few moments.

“But I still think,” he turns to look at her, pressing in close so that he can look up at her through his lashes, “that your showers are too short and lack a person.”

“Dream on,” she rolls her eyes as she bites back a smile. He grins at her and then moves back to their food.

“They’re almost done, could you get us some plates?” he asks, and she hops off the counter to do as he requested.

Once their food is on plates and they’re sitting together at her little table, they begin to eat.

He watches her silently as she takes the first bite, looking for her approval to be written on her face.

“Oh my God,” she states, but her expression doesn’t give much away. His breath comes out relieved after she smiles. “This is good.”

“I hoped that breakfast might make up for being a dick and moving our date,” he says, and she looks to her plate quietly.

“Dean, I’m not mad about it,” she says, looking up at him. “I was, but then I saw what you did and how you saved peoples’ lives and I realized why you had to cancel. I was mad at myself for being mad at you without knowing the story.”

“It was still a shitty thing of me to do, especially when you were looking forward to our date all week,” he explains, sighing softly. “But I’m hoping that I can make it up to you.”

“So far you’re doing an excellent job, then,” she tells him, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “Do I get to know where we’re going now?”

“Not yet,” he shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”

“So when do I get this surprise?” she asks, as she was now finished with her food.

“I think around one is the best time to go,” he says vaguely.

“You got me up early so you could make me wait?” she pouts.

“It wasn’t the plan, Sweetheart,” he laughs. “But we can at least talk for a little while, or watch a show or something.”

“Only if I get to pick the show,” she says, grinning.

“Of course. What would you like to watch?” he asks, taking her plate to the sink before returning.

She looks him in the eye and feels a little bit of sweet revenge for making her wait.

“It’s a surprise.”


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Game Rec: Kisses and Curses

Yes, that’s right, that game which you’ve no doubt encountered as the annoying, cheesy ad on your mobile dashboard with the cringy tagline of “save the world, and fall in love” or something to that effect. 

Well. I am here to tell you that all the assumptions you’ve made about this game are wrong. 

I’ve gotten really into interactive visual novel games recently, so when I got really bored one day I decided to give it a go. It’s probably about five minutes in that I realise that, cheesy advertising and cringe-inducing (but thankfully skip-able) intro aside, this game is a HIDDEN GEM. 

The girl front and center of the main pic is the hella bisexual protagonist and the other five are the love interest options!

They waste no time making her bisexuality super clear, and if you do the Anastasia storyline it gets discussed in more depth (not sure about the others yet). 

Now, if you’re like me and you’re a thirsty gay/bi/pan, being able to play an interactive story where you can romance anyone out of three guys and two girls is probably enough to catch your attention right away. But there’s so much else going for it. 

Firstly, it’s genuinely hilarious. The main character (who I’ll refer to as MC here since you get to name her) is brilliantly snarky and 120% my ideal kind of protagonist. 

(Screencaps are all borrowed from other Tumblr users who have been posting about the game, the way the game works makes it too difficult for me to go away and get some of my own atm - so they’re not the most ideal caps in some cases but the best I could do)

Basically, the premise is that MC is a (bisexual) witch. 

Witches have Birthrights, different abilities they are born with which is usually passed down through the family. MC’s birthright is a Stargazer: she neutralises the wayward magic in starfalls which is dangerous when left unattended. 

The plot starts up when starfalls become starfloods aka way more tricky to the point of dangerously overwhelming. 

Without giving too much of the plot away, it basically turns out that things are headed in a potentially catastrophic direction for the whole world if you don’t do something about it. You have to pick a witch and a human to travel with you to help you with the spell in question (which is how you narrow down which love interest you’re going to go after). 

There’s a lot more to it than that but that’ll give you enough of an idea.  

Each love interest storyline deviates from the others in some way while still sticking mostly to the central plot (which is pretty damn good, with a nice twist at the end which I only worked out just before the reveal, and frankly it didn’t lose its punch), keeping it interesting for playing through the difference romance options. The romance is surprisingly well written, evoking emotion but also…well, it gets pretty steamy! Like, fairly blatant oral sex implications level of steamy. It’s great. 

An element of gameplay I really like is that the choices you face can be genuinely difficult sometimes and you have no idea what kind of repercussions they might have, just like if it was real life. It was surprisingly immersive in those moments - I was worried!

I’ve only done one of the love interest storylines so far - recently started my second choice - but I heard another player talking about how a choice of theirs accidentally led to a character (who they thought was 100% safe) getting killed off, and nothing like that happened to me but, I now have to wonder if I was ever just one choice away from something like that since there were definitely some close calls! 

Quick love interest breakdown: 

Melanie - witch - black lesbian (I think) with awesome hair who is your best friend and honestly just kind of the best person ever, even if you romance someone else her friendship with MC is adorable bc sapphic besties

Anastasia - human - an intense yet awkward lesbian witch hunter who 100% has a thing for you until she learns you’re a witch, and things get really “starcrossed natural enemies” in the best possible way (hers is the only storyline I’ve finished so far and it’s honestly so beautiful)

Rhys - witch - very proper Welshman with a Birthright that lets him see the future, and is apparently secretly into BDSM (I’ve only just started his storyline, but apparently it’s great because he is the complete opposite of a certain Mr Grey, aka super respectful/devoted etc. I’m mostly just curious as to how explicitly it’ll be shown since they haven’t held back much so far, lol)

Niklas - witch - European gentleman who practices Dark Magic and has a Birthright that basically forces people to do what he says, which I know sounds concerning but I’ve seen comments saying that his storyline is actually really great, which I’ll actually believe based on the rest of the game (I suppose I’ll find out!)

Ty - human - boy next door who is just generally great and chill (I’m romancing Rhys atm but Ty is the human I brought along for the ride and it’s really awesome because even though Ty has a thing for MC, he and Rhys are getting along really well and it’s just nice to not have cliched jealousy between lowkey romantic rivals) 

Gameplay breakdown: 

So basically, you use ‘stamina potions’ to unlock chapters. This is probably the game’s only downfall - you can buy as many potions as you want but for those of us that can’t afford that, you have to wait four hours to get 1 stamina potion and a chapter can cost anything from 2-5. (Though the game will sometimes give you extra as a daily gift.)

While this can be frustrating when you’re getting really into the story, I actually like it because it stops the game from ruining my life/taking up all my time which it totally would if I could just skip through all the chapters. 

You also gain affinity for each of the love interests through your difference choices in interaction with them and sometimes need a certain level to unlock the next scene. If you don’t have enough, you have to play a potion making mini-game. This was initially tedious but they’ve just updated the game and totally fixed it so it doesn’t take too long. (This goes for a couple of other things as well, if you tried the game a while back and got frustrated with how it worked, I’d recommend giving it another go now.)

There are also coins and starstones, both of which you can use to buy different clothing (for the aesthetic/necessity for a scene/extra affinity for a character) for MC and the latter of which you can use to read a chapter even if you are lacking in affinity for a character - which I wouldn’t actually recommend doing because it means you’ll still be lacking later when the threshold is even higher.

In summary: 

Completely against expectation and advertised appearance, this game is LGBT+ inclusive, hilarious, engaging, free to download/play (though with purchase options) and not too likely to ruin your life. I give it a solid 8/10 because as much as I do appreciate it letting me get on with other things, I wish I didn’t have to wait nearly a day if the next chapter needs 5 stamina potions. 

Steve, marry her

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1829

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Badass female reader, 1940s Steve and Bucky, sassy reader, kinda insecure Steve, 

Summary: Steve defends your honor, so you invite him and Bucky to go dancing with you. But all is not as it seems.

Your name: submit What is this?

“Melanie, I need a huge favor,” you beg as she rounds the corner.

“What Y/N?”

“You know Steve and Bucky? They live across the street? I need you to agree to go on a date with them. Please.”

“No way. I don’t want to go on a date with Rogers. Have you seen him?”

“No, you’d be going with Buck. I want Steve to come dancing with me. But he won’t go unless Buck goes.”

“Why do you want to dancing with him?”

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One Night Mistake (Part two)

Part 1

[I didn’t wanted this to be so long! but there is going to be a part 3]

It’s been already two years since i last faced Luke Hemmings 

and a year and a half since i had my beautiful Baby girl Amelie, it’s incredible how much love you can have for such a little person. she is clearly the love of my life and that’s all the i needed to be happy. 

I’ve lived with my mother since i got pregnant, i didn’t want to keep living on LA and take the risk of having to run over Luke sometime, or even worst, over that bitch of her girlfriend. 

today was a great day, and nothing could be wrong today, because is a big day. 

today is Amelie’s second birthday, so my mother and i decided to run a little party for her. 

i was lying on my bed working on some pictures that i took the day before, while watching how my big brother playing on the floor with Amelie, that was giving little steps and collecting various toys of the floor and leaving them on his uncle’s lap. 

“Do you think she looks too dark on this picture?” i ask holding the laptop out so he could see what i was talking about. 

“I think she is fucking hot” he says watching at the picture. 

“Shut up” i softly punch his arm “Can you please not curse in front of my daughter?” i sigh “She’s already catching a lot of words, i don’t want her to go around saying the f word” 

“Okay okay” he laughs “Calm down” he jokes 

“i am calm” i softly say not taking my sigh away from the computer. 

i’ve been working for a photographer’s company for almost a year, and since i got to work on this company, everything seemed to go better for me, they pay me a good amount of money and at the same time i was doing what i love, so yeah, i ain’t mad about it. 

“Who’s her anyways?” he asks 

“A model” 

“Will you see her again? Can i come?” 

my phone starts vibrating by my side and i take it the second it starts playing the ringtone. 

“Hello?” i say 

“Heyyy” i hear the voice of best friend say on the other line “What’s up?” 

“hmm, just working” i say softly “How was watchington?” 

She giggles “It was awesome” pauses ”i meet a guy”

i frown “What? Melanie!!” i exclaim of joy “That’s awesome! how could you not tell me on skype” 

“I’m sorry!” she exclaims “but i really like him, and he agreed to come to new york with me, because he has some work to get done here anyways… whatever, i was wondering if you could meet us in an hour” 

i look at Amelie and how she was bouncing a little doll on his hand and giving it to her uncle, i sigh, looking for the best excuse i could have in this moment. don’t get me wrong, i wanted to meet Melanie’s new boyfriend, but what didn’t want is being the third wheel once again. 

“Actually, i have to pick up some stuff for Amelie’s Party…” 

“(Y/n)!!!” she fake cries already knowing that i was excusing myself “Please!!” 

“I’m not lying!” i exclaim, but i gave up “okay, maybe i am, but still i have to pick up the cake, and ballons and stuff” 

“Then we can come with you” she says, sounding proud for no reason. 

“Ugh! fine” i roll my eyes “we’ll see you at the French bakery in thirty minutes don’t be late” i hang up. 

still looking at my daughter, who started to walk to me and put her arms up so i could pick her, i took her in my arms so i could get her ready for the day. “Let’s go for a walk, honey”. 

i sit on the table in front of the bakery, with Amelie by my side waiting for Melanie to come. she was chewing on a piece of cookie, and babbling words that i couldn’t undestand. 

“Mommy look” she show me the her piece of chocolate chip cookie half way eaten and starts giggling. 

“That looks yummy” i say taking a napking and wiping the crumbles out of her face. “Can i have some?” i ask already taking a little piece of her cookie and putting it in my mouth “Mmmm” i say 

“mmm” she mocked me making me laugh for the fourth time today. 

She is the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen, and ever since she started talking, she became officially the cutest girl in my life. her eyes were deep blue and she had a curly hazelnut hair,and little dimples, just like her father, she seemed to be a clear photocopy of him, and that’s what broke me the most, even when she was the most beautiful girl in your life, it was so sad for her to not grow up with a father and still look like him. 

“(Y/n)!!” you heard Melanie exclaim while feeling her throws herself at you and giving you a big hug “i missed you” 

“I missed you too” i say hugging her back. 

she directs her look to Amelie and gives her a big kiss on the cheek wishing her a happy birthday, making her giggle like crazy. 

“Oh my god, she’s so big” she exclaim still staring at her. 

i look at the boy by her side and i froze. standing in front of me was the one and only Calum hood, giving us a small wave with his hand and with his other hand, lacing Melanie’s fingers with his. 

“Hi (Y/n)” He greats. 

“Hi Calum” i say wanting to just walk out.

Melanie looked confused “Wait do you know each other?”  

“Y-Yes, mm, something like that” i stutter

“Awesome!” She exclaims “and if you guys don’t mind, i’m going to the restroom” 

she takes her purse with her and walks into the restroom. we share a long and uncomfortable silence while i drink from my coffee, waiting for something to make this end right now. 

“i’m glad to see you again” he says, finally breaking the ice. 

“Same” i nod caressing Amelie’s hair with one hand. 

“Is she your… sister?” he asks slowly. 

“My daughter” i nervously say. 

“Oh” he sighs “So it’s true”

i frown, obviously knowing what was he talking about. “may i ask what are you talking about?” 

“Well, Management said you were pregnant and that’s why you quit” he explained

“i didn’t quit!” i exclaim “They fired me” 

he eyes wide and his cheeks turned red “Oh god, that’s terrible, i’m sorry” 

“you don’t have to apologize” i sigh “However, i know you didn’t have anything to do with this” 

“Yeah, but i feel bad” he shrugs “You were a nice photographer, i mean, your last pictures were awesome, why would fired you for something like pregnancy?” 

“Ask Luke” i say, with an angry tone and starting to get real mad “I’m sure he has a good answer for you” i sigh “Sorry i have to go” 

i take my purse, pick Amelie setting her on my hip and take the box with the cake. 

“But we just got here” he frowns

“I have tons of things to do, i’m sorry” i say already walking out “See you guys tonight” 

Amelie’s Party was going just fine. 

she was running around the out back garden and giggling like crazy playing with her friends, so that meant she was having lots of fun. i was holding my camera in front of my face trying to get a good picture of her on her 2nd birthday, but it was impossible for me, since she was being so hyper. 

“Hey” Melanie sits beside me holding a cup of wine while i kept focusing my camera. 

“Hey” i say distractedly. 

“We need to talk” she sigh “Why did you left?”

i froze for a second before going back to my camera “sorry” i shrug “I had a lot to do, i couldn’t waste to much time in there, anyways” 

“Bullshit” she whispers so no one else but me could hear that. “(Y/n) i haven’t seen you in almost two months, and you act like you’re not interested on me at all” 

“Hey! That’s not true”i frown and finally snapping a picture of Amelie, walking on her way to me and smiling. “Yes!” i say for myself. before turning to Melanie that seemed to be mad at me “I’m so so sorry, okay?” i sigh “But i got nervous, Calum was there, and you perfectly know my reasons to be nervous” 

“Yeah, i guess you’re right” she sighs. 

Amelie finally walks to me and puts her little hands on my lap, trying to climb by herself on my lap before i pick her up and sit her. 

“Hi princess” i kiss her head and she started babbling random words once again. 

“So” Melanie says caressing Amelie’s hair “What do you think of Calum? Isn’t he cute?” 

i Chuckle “you picked a good one” i gently push on her shoulder “He’s a nice guy”. 

“I’m Glad you like him” she smiles. 

my brother comes running to me, excusing himself for interrupting our conversation. he seemed to be a little upset and that was confusing for me, since was rarely upset. 

“Brendon, What’s up?” i ask. 

“There’s someone here to see you” he says pointing to the door with his thumb. “Listen, (Y/n), i can just..) 

“no” i immediately answer “I’ll get it” i say setting Amelie  on his arm, before walking inside. 

the first thing that came to my mind was running to the door and you close it. the second thing was just letting him in and let him give me an explination. becuase by door of my house, there was Luke Hemmings, holding three big boxes and with a big smile on his face. 

“Hey (Y/n)” he smiles at me “I missed you..” 

To be continued…

That Fickle Beast (Part 1/2)

Summary: You died and Barry moved on to your killer. When you come back to life you find you aren’t quite as human as you had thought.

A/N: I pulled the female OC name out of nowhere. Sorry if someone who reads this has this name, but I needed to make an OC for this one. I also needed to choose a gender for this one and I’m a cis female so that is POV I will write this from. I also left some of the request out for a bit of a surprise.

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: depression, mentions of murder

Part 2 (x)

Female Reader! Female OC!

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Ok so you all knew it was coming.  Yes Campwolfe Fandom Nan™ just has to weigh in on the shenanigans and current angst-fest unfolding on Holby City for our Goddess Serena Campbell oh her anguish someone hold me intrepid couple Serena and Bernie.  Many things I will say have likely already been said. Some perhaps not.  As per usual, I shall pop it under a read more because I am wordy as shit to save y’all’s dash. 

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Ice Queen

Author’s Note:  A one-shot that jumped into my head after an idle conversation and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. My other stories that need to be updated are so angry at me, you wouldn’t believe it.


Ice Queen


Junior’s, Weiss decided immediately, was not her kind of place. 

Though she certainly didn’t live like one anymore, at heart she was still an aristocrat.  Given the choice of places to spend her free time, she preferred a venue that suited that upbringing.  Classical music, fine wines, waltzing beneath crystal chandeliers.  She rarely mentioned this to her co-workers at Beacon, of course (like she needed to give them more reason to call her a princess!) but she could hardly deny it was the truth.  A nightclub with lights flashing in random patterns and bass cranked up so high her teeth rattled was not her idea of a good time. 

Try telling Yang that, though. 

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Harry Styles Mini Fanfiction

Recent Writing | Masterlist

basic plot: harry is a lifeguard at the beach where y/n visits with her family

as promised here is the first part! i really hope you enjoy reading this as much as i’m enjoying writing it! just like i said, each part will be titled with a different day and will continue all the way up to july 5th (day seven). please leave me feedback!!! :) xx

Day One

There was no hope in trying to get comfortable in the least bit. The sun was beaming through the windows of the Kia, making everything sticky and sweaty and unbearably uncomfortable.

“Are we almost there?” My sister groaned from the opposite end of the back seat, sitting behind my father in the drivers seat. Surprisingly, unlike years before, there hasn’t been an hour wait, pushing back the arrival time, because of traffic on the highway.

“Soon Melanie.” My mother responded promptly, peaking over her shoulder as if to make sure you were both still fastened in your seatbelts. “Y/N” I saw her mouth move as she spoke my name, but my headphones prevented me from hearing anything. “Y/N!” This time she was much louder, and I removed the pieces from my ears.


“You alright?” No.

“Yep.” I answered her sharply. Nine-hour car rides were not fun in the slightest, especially when you get carsick. Thankfully, the Dramamine was drowsy enough that you slept for majority of the ride.

My sister chimed in again. “Do you mean like and hour soon? Or twenty minutes soon?” Thirteen was a rambunctious age. My mother and sister started going back and forth about complaining and whining, and I tuned them out, putting your headphones back in and turning up my Ed Sheeran playlist.

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So I have this hella cute Percy Jackson headcanon

The seven had fought giants, some, titans, and countless monsters. They’d gone through countless tough ordeals and only gotten out with a few (a lot) scratches. But low and behold, the day finally came when there was a challenge only one of them could face with confidence: kids. 

Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Leo and Frank stood on the deck of the Argo II, completely dumbfounded at the 5 year old child sitting on the ground surrounded by legos, crying.

When Leo first saw her, he practically blew a fuse. Turning to face the others, he whispered, "What is she doing here!?“ 

"Uhm,” was the intelligent reply he received from Jason. 

Annabeth looked at the girl, as if analyzing her and trying to figure out what was wrong. “She’s obviously lost, she wouldn’t be here otherwise. I’m guessing by the legos, she failed to make a tower or something.”

Hazel sighed. “That’s fine and all, but how do we get her to, um, stop crying? Or get off the ship?”

Frank looked around at the others, and asked, “Is anyone here good with kids?”

A light bulb seemed to go off in Annabeth’s head. “Oh! I know what to do!”

Piper frowned. “Since when have you been good with kids?”

“I’m not,” Annabeth replied, grinning. “Percy! Hey, seaweed brain! Come over here!”

“What are you-” Jason started, only to be cut off by Annabeth, who looked extremely pleased with herself.

“Just wait and see.”

Percy ran up onto the deck, riptide out in pen form, looking worried. “Wh-what’s going on!? Who’s hurt?”

“Nothing’s hurt except for my pride,” Leo muttered darkly. He liked being able to solve things, even if it was crying babies, but this was just something he couldn’t handle. Even Festus had been more comfortable to work with than the child.

“We need your help,” Piper pleaded, catching onto Annabeth’s idea. “That girl won’t stop crying.”

Percy frowned. “That’s the problem? She so small, look at her,” He cooed, his frown turning into a grin at the sight of the girl.

He slowly walked towards the little girl, and knelt down to her height. 

“Hello, my name’s Percy. What’s your name?”

The girl sniffled, looking up at him, her chocolate brown eyes filled with tears. 

“Me-melanie,” she hiccuped.

Percy smiled gently. “Well Melanie, what’s wrong? Why are you sad?”

“M-my legos… They w-won’t stay! They keep falling,” she replied, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks.

Percy tilted his head, looking at the legos. “What do you say we try again, Melanie? I’ll help you build a nice castle! You could be the princess… Or the prince, or maybe even the dragon,” he added thoughtfully.

Melanie giggled through her tears. “Really? You’d help me?”

“Of course, I would, my fair lady,” Percy replied, grinning. “When shall we start?”

Melanie laughed for real this time. “Now!" 

And there the 6 older demigods stood, mouths agape at Percy’s skill with children. They’d expected him plus little crying kids to be a recipe for disaster, but he’d handled her so well, with maturity they didn’t even know he possessed. Percy would definitely be a great father.

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