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Sweet Punishment (M)

Im Jaebum | JB (Got7) x Reader 

Word Count: 5845

Genre: Smut [DaddyDom/Submissive Relationship]

“Are you serious?” Jaebum asked incredulously, eyes wide.

“Yes, I am,” You responded confidently, “and you are not going to do anything about it. Are you, Daddy?”

The car was heavy with tension as you sat a red light, the clock nearing midnight, and you felt as though your body was buzzing with electricity. Jaebum’s presence felt heavy and suffocating next to you. All you wanted to do was reach across the center console and make contact with any open skin you could get your fingers on. You needed to feel him, and if you didn’t soon you were sure you would combust. But, with the way you acted at dinner you knew better than to touch him. You were “in trouble” as he put it. You scoffed at the thought.

“What is so funny over there?” Jaebum asked, turning his head for you for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, nothing is funny over here,” You replied.

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To Own A Hybrid

pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU 

Summary: the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. 

Word count: 5k +


WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

Originally posted by bangts

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You suddenly fell off of your elbow that you were happily sleeping against; only to have it replaced with the hard metal table in front of you.

“go home” your co-worker jimin laughed as he checked his wristwatch. Jimin was always the last one to leave; he was responsible and hard-working and extremely handsome.

It had been 13 hours since the two of you had walked through the office doors, yet you sat with messed up hair, oily and ruined makeup and crinkled clothes, whereas his crispy black button up was still neatly tucked into his pants and his jet-black hair still perfectly placed.

You sighed before saving your work and packing up.

The office was silent and dark; the occasional snores from your fellow workers who were doing a night-shift filled the office. One of them caught your eye.

“doesn’t he have a hybrid at home?” you asked softly as you observed his lanky figure was sprawled between his chair and his desk.

“who, Namjoon? Yer he has two actually” Jimin answered as he turned to face Namjoon as well.

“would you ever get a hybrid?” you asked him as you turned to face him. He put his fist underneath his chin as he thought about it.

“I don’t know…maybe. But hybrids are a tricky thing to get involved in” he sighed as he shook his head.

You nodded your head in agreement. Hybrids weren’t in a good situation right now. A lot of them were being sold for slavery or prostitution. And then there were the rich owners, who treated their hybrids like trophies…it was disgusting.

There were multiple laws against hybrids basically having normal human rights, but of course, they aren’t counted as human. You scoffed at the thought and decided that you should start heading home.

As you waved goodbye to Jimin you quickly checked the time. 10pm, okay, hopefully, something other than Macdonalds was open. You made a quick plan to go check the streets and then return to your car and drive home.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t get a hybrid if you wanted to. You had a great job working for a great boss and were surrounded by great co-workers; it’s just you were kind of uncomfortable with the idea.

Did you treat them like a pet? What do need? Are there special requirement? Do they get sick like humans get sick?

It was all extremely confusing to you, especially the rules, jesus Christ those fucking rules.

As you walked along the sidewalk, you were surprised to see a lot of places open. Around here, places usually close early…unless something special is happening…of course, how could you forget.

It was November 1st which meant new hybrids were being imported. You tried to strain your ears to hear the usual protestors and were shocked at how loud they were.

A smile came onto your face as you stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath in. some people are lovely owners and have adopted as many hybrids as they can, this thought was the one that let you have faith in humanity.

You approached the Chinese shop excitedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on some damn food.

“You filthy pest! Do as I say!”

Aw shit…walk away y/n, don’t get involved.

The sounds got louder as you moved closer to the store that was right next to an alleyway.

Don’t look y/n. keep walking.

“You belong to me! Do as I say!”

You stopped suddenly. Right at the entrance of the alleyway. Fuck it.

“what the fuck are you doing!?” you yelled as you turned towards them. You gasped in shock as you saw the hybrid on the floor, clutching his stomach as the human hit him with a cane, a collar and leesh in his other hand.

You had heard about these situations, people called them hybrid stealers.

Hybrids were either bought for prostitution or stolen for prostitution…

“stay out of this little girl” the woman hissed at you as she stabbed her heel into his stomach causing him to yell out in pain.

“HEY!” you yelled stepping forward quickly; worry had filled your entire body when you noticed how much blood was currently not in his body.

you needed to get him help, and quickly.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to call hybrid protective services “hello! Yes im reporting an abusive owner, hers name Alissa Thompson” you said spotting her name tag

“shit!” she exclaimed angrily before running away. you continued to fake talk into the phone until she was fully out of earshot.

After being sure she was gone you quickly ran to the hybrid, panic quickly entering your system as you watched his head drop to the floor.

“hey! oh my god! Hey, please stay alive!” you rambled as you bent down to his level, as you reached out to touch him, his arm quickly came up, scratching you across your hand.

You hissed in pain as you retracted your hand quickly; as blood started peeking out from your skin you wiped it against your top and took a deep breath.

“look. You need help, if I don’t help you, you’ll bleed out on the street and die” you stated firmly at the stubborn hybrid. He hissed but this time when you reached for him, he let you help.

His body was cold and heavy, but you tried your best to drag him towards your car. If you held him to tight, or carelessly handled him he would hiss lowly at you or attempt to free himself from your grip.

Small beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead as you continued to drag him towards your car.

“okay, we're almost there” you panted to yourself more than him.

Your footsteps grew heavy and the sound of them repeatedly hitting the ground beneath you gave you a heart attack.

Carefully, you heaved the injured boy into your front seat, silently praying as he continuously groaned in pain.

“don’t…t-take me to a h-hospital” he blurted out as you fumbled around with your seat belt. Ignoring his request, you started the car with the hospital in mind as your final destination.

You couldn’t help him, you didn’t have the medical skills or appliances.

He hissed and groaned as blood poured out of his body with each breath. “I’m sure this doesn’t help but hang on” you said hesitantly trying to comfort him.

As you pulled into the hospitals driveway you heard him grunt in annoyance as he reached for the door, trying to escape.

You quickly jumped out of the car and locked him inside, the only way to unlock it was on your side of the car. In this condition, you doubted he would be able to reach it. Deeming it was safe to leave him for a couple of minutes you rushed into the hospital, blood covering your body.

You slammed your hands on the front desk loudly attracting the attention of everyone in the room.




You head wiped around quickly as your heart continued to beat at a fast-paced.

Your head hadn’t stopped spinning since you entered the building and your heart hadn’t stopped pounding since you retrieved the hybrid. Sweat covered your hands and forehead…correction, sweat covered your entire body and you were positive you looked like a drug addict the other people in the waiting room.

You quickly scanned her eyes for a ‘sorry he didn’t make it’ but instead was met with a clipboard and a pen.

“is he your hybrid?” the nurse asked softly, smiling brightly.

You tensed up before nodding your head slowly. Shit, what if he has an owner? What if doesn’t?

“and how long have you had him?” she asked as she scribbled away.

“not that long, almost seems like 30 minutes” you joked as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips. She didn’t seem to notice anything odd, to which you sighed in relief.

“oh! Well if he’s new I’m guessing you don’t have insurance for him yet, would you like to set that up now? We can do that here if you like, just so you don’t have to go all the way down to the hybrid center” she chirped, her mood changing suddenly.

What the fuck is hybrid center? Where the fuck is a hybrid center? Insurance? Am I buying a car? What the fuck.

“what would I have to fill out?” you asked concerned. You didn’t know his name, his date of birth, or even what kind of hybrid he was. You could tell he was a cat hybrid but you’ve heard that they’re experimenting with different types these days.

“not much. Just your name and address, we’ll make up his system number and just make up a nickname. It’s just in case he gets in trouble or lost, maybe he’s hurt but you’re not present; ya know that stuff.” She answered.

“okay, yer” you nodded as she walked back and the documents.

A nickname…hmmm.

Your eyes moved across the hospitals waiting room, scouting for anything that would trigger your creativity side.

A small boy with bright green eyes sat on a stool happily, he swung his legs back and forth as he held the chocolate chip cookie in his hands as if it was the last one on the planet.

That’s it! Kookie…with a K cause your cool like that.

As you fill in the insurance document you doubted it every second. You had no idea what you were stepping into or what kind of situation the hybrid was in. you could tell by the hisses that he clearly wanted nothing to do with him so all you could do was hope this was right.


Three’s hours later and your eyes were drooping. The cold air kept picking at your exposed skin and your work blouse was useless for warmth.

“hes ready” the nurse said as she jogged up to you happily.

If you weren’t as shocked to see that her hair was still perfectly curled and her smile was still as bright as before you would have fully reciprocated what she had said.

Finally realising that she was telling you he was alive and ready for you to see him you stumbled out of your seat.

As she led you towards his room door you started getting nervous. You had so many questions and so little knowledge and answers on this whole situation.

The nurse gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile before she let you to face your hybrid companion alone.

You slowly opened the door, only enough for you to peek your head into the dull room.

As your vision set on the boy your eyes slowly traced over the marks on his back. They were old but not old enough to fade. You furrowed your brows in worry and confusion before fully entering and closing the door behind you.

“don’t you know how to knock” he hissed as he turned to face you pulling his hospital gown further up his body.

“sorry” you shrugged nonchalantly as you looked around the hospital room.

“how are you feeling? The nurse said you should be able to leave tonight” you said after a moment of awkward silence.

His eyes narrowed at you as you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“why do you even care?” he asked as his ears flattened on top of his head.

“w-well I was just wondering where you would be going? It’s getting really cold” you questioned as you took a seat next to his bed.

The chair was uncomfortable but your legs were falling asleep and your body was running out of energy.

“you don’t need to know” he replied bluntly, his cold eyes never leaving yours.

“okay…can I at least know your name? mines Y/N” you asked trying to find out more about the boy whose blood currently resonates in your car.

“you don’t need to know” he repeated.

Annoyance started filling your body at the hybrids attitude. You had successfully brought him to the hospital and they had saved his life, he would now be able to see another sunrise.

“well are you going to be alright? Do have money? A safe place to go? Is lady going to come back for you?” you asked, your voice was edgy and harsh.

You didn’t mean to be, but it was late and he was starting to annoy you.

He hissed in reply causing you to sigh/groan loudly as you flailed your arms in the air.

“fine. That’s fine” you said as you hoped up on your feet and wiped out a notepad.

You angrily wrote on the piece of paper before placing it down on the side table next to you.

“this is my address and this is my phone number. I’m on floor 5 but you have to go up some steps to the second level to find my apartment. If you need a place to sleep or you need some food feel free to come visit, there’s a key under the mat” you stated seriously before giving him one last nod and removing yourself from his room.

You felt a pang of guilt and a string of worry as you walked towards your car.

maybe you should have stayed with him…or at least watched him leave…or…

you let out a sigh as you rested your head against your steering wheel. All you needed right now was a hot shower and to forget about your encounter with the troubled hybrid.

Sun shone through the peep of your curtains as you heard soft chirps of a bird outside your window.

You were drained. Your body felt numb and your mind was blank, too tired to process any thought due to yesterdays excessive overload.


You knew little to nothing about them…

Memories of the boy’s hostile looks and cold glares sent shivers down your spine. The scars on his back still present in your mind as you tried to wrap your head around what caused him to be like this.

Thank Jesus you started work at 1pm today, you didn’t think it was possible not to have the energy to even lift a finger.

Kookie…wonder where he is now


The laptop had multiple tabs open and your hand was stuck in your second box of cereal for the day.

You knew it was a bad idea but you just wanted to know a little bit more about the hybrid world…however, you didn’t expect to fall into a complete rabbit hole and be sucked into documentary’s, protest videos and law enforcement.

A small hot tear ran down your face as you watched nurses tend to small hybrid children who had been abused.

There was a particular feeling that started welling up in your chest. The one where you wanted to help, but you didn’t know how.

Your eyes instinctively welled up as the images of crying hybrids filled your screen. You shut the laptop harshly before taking a deep breath.

Why were you doing this to yourself?

You didn’t own a hybrid? You were sure you didn’t want one…well…

Shaking off thoughts of anything hybrid-related you decided to get some more shut-eye before your shift at work. It was only a small shift 1pm to 4pm but you knew those three hours would be an insane mess.

As you strolled through the office’s front area you smiled at the same front desk girls who were always in some sort of hushed gossip session.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.


Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.


Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“hear what?” you asked intrigued about what they were going to tell you.

“the protestors managed to stop the importing of hybrids since most of them are sold to prostitution they managed to shut it down. The police have already arrested several hybrid trafficking rings and the hybrids have been sent to hybrid foster care and adoption centers! Isn’t that great!” the other one finished.

A small smile covered your face as you nodded excitedly, your mind flicking to the injured hybrid you had met not that long ago.

“also, Namjoon was one of them! He even chased down a ringleader! Isn’t he just amazing!” the last one swooned as she brought her hand to her forehead dramatically.

You giggled softly giving another nod in agreement before saying our goodbyes and making your way up to the 5th floor.

You knew namjoon was an advocate for hybrids but you didn’t know he was that intense.

a new layer of respect had been developed for your hybrid loving co-worker and you made sure to remember to ask him more on the subject.

As you strolled into your office you made sure to smile at fellow co-workers on their way out from the morning shift.

“Y/n! looks like we’re on the same shift again” jimin smiled as you took your seat.

“when are we not?” you asked with a smile before turning to your computer, trying to begin your work. However, as your eyes dragged over to namjoon, you found it harder and harder to get started.

Questions flooded your mind and you knew he would have some answers.

After bashing your keyboard for a good hour, you decided the suspense was getting to you.

Standing up abruptly you tried to think of ways to approach him.

It’s not like the two of you hadn’t spoken before, you knew him fairly well actually. The two of you had been in the same university class. However, your relationship had been based on school and work, never really going beyond that.

“Y/n? what are you doing?” jimin asked in confusion as he stared up at you.

Your mouth opened as you gaped at him like a fish out of water. You had been standing there for a solid minute just staring at namjoon’s back, you realise how creepy that would seem.

“i-i-im…I’ll be back” you said before scurrying off in namjoon’s direction, dragging your chair behind you.

You quickly pulled the chair in front of you as you drew close to him, gathering his attention.

As his eyes met yours a big goofy smile graced his face.

“Hey y/n, what’s up? Haven’t spoken to you in a while” he said as you shuffled closer, joining him at his desk.

Your eyes drifted down to his hand. It had been wrapped up tightly but the splash of red colour spilling through the crisp white was still prominent.

“Congratulations, you’re now a hero amongst the front desk ladies” you joked, sending him a playful wink.

He laughed uncomfortably before scratching the back of his head.

“they whistled at me this morning… is that what getting catcalled is like?” he asked making you laugh at the poor boy’s awkwardness.

“it’s good that there are people like you willing to fight as hard as you did for hybrids, lord knows they need it” you said. He nodded his head in agreement before searching your eyes cautiously.

“did you just buy a hybrid?” he asked intrigued as he tilted his head sideways.

“oh no! well…sort of? Not really i-its complicated? To be honest I have no idea. But I do need your expert advice” you blurted out as your eyes wondered around nervously.

He smiled warmly before leaning backward. “ask away” he stated.

“okay, it’s kind of a long story….not really actually it’s a really short story and I kinda feel bad cause I feel like I should have done more but I don’t know and he just really confused me but he clearly didn’t wa-“ you started to ramble only to have a chuckling namjoon stop you.

“okay, how about we just start from the beginning, just tell me what happened” he asked nicely.

“I found an injured hybrid and took him to the hospital. He was extremely cold and hostile and I got insurance for him but I don’t know if I should have done that. What if he has an owner? Does that mean he’s my hybrid now? He was on the street so I assumed he had nowhere to stay but whenever I asked him a question he would just brush me off; I guess I let my temper get the better of me and ended up leaving my address and number with him…but I don’t know maybe I should have pushed more?” you asked worriedly.

“where did you find him?” he asked in deep thought.

“in an alleyway, he was getting beaten by this bitch” you said, anger coursing through your veins at the memory.

“this could be because of a lot of things, however, if you were able to get insurance for him it means the system didn’t pick him up so he probably doesn’t have an owner. But this is good, now he can’t get snatched by stray catchers” he explained.

Your silence and lip bite told namjoon all he needed to know before he continued.

“stray catches roam the streets looking for hybrids without owners, usually a hybrid will not part from its owner unless the owner has maybe sent them to get something or they are too busy to accompany their hybrid” he answered your unspoken question.

“so…I didn’t do a completely bad thing?” you squeaked with hope watching as namjoon chuckled, fondness and understanding oozing from his voice.

“you did good kid” he assured happily.

The day was going past quickly, you had successfully created a new game and finished your presentation ready for the next week.

You could have left an hour ago as that’s when you shift ended but you decided against it, figuring if you completed everything now, you can have a day off.

You silently whooped as you closed down your computer but you happy dance didn’t go unnoticed.

“day off tomorrow I’m guessing?” jimin asked tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“yep! I’m going to do absolutely nothing ughhh I can’t wait to jus-“

Ring, ring

You looked down at your phone in confusion. An unknown number….weird

“hello?” you asked hesitantly as you pressed the phone against your ear.

“hell is this y/n y/l/n?”

“yes, this is she; sorry who’s this?” you asked.

“hi my names jaebum, I work at the police station. We have your hybrid here, err kookie? We were just wondering if you were able to come down and get him” he stated.

Your mouth dropped in shock before you cleared your throat.

“y-yer I’ll be there in a second” you answered.


You were for some reason nervous. You didn’t know if it was because you had never stepped foot in a police station before or if it was because you were here to collect a hybrid that continuously hissed at you.

“miss y/n? its me jaebum, I talked to you on the phone” the man questioned as you looked around the station like a lost puppy.

“yer! Err..sorry but what exactly happened? How did he end up here?” you asked.

“he was found by stray catchers since he wasn’t wearing a collar. But a least it wasn’t an actually felony this time am I right?” he laughed light heartily as you stared at him in confusion.

“this time?” you asked.

“vandalism, hissing at strangers, running away from owners. You name it, the boys done it all” he said as he guided you to where kookie was being held.

Your heart stung a little bit as you wondered what the hell this hybrid has gone through and why he acted the way he did.

“Alright, time for you to home kitten” jaebum smiled at kookie who sat on the cell floor with his back away from the bars.

The hybrid got up slowly before turning around with that cold glare you missed ever so much.

His eyes widened as he saw you before returning to their usual position.

“alright! Is that it? Do I have to sign anything?” you asked as jaebum opened the door, letting kookie walk out.

Jaebums eyes were glued on the hybrid but faltered and landed on someone behind him.

“the mutt finally got adopted?”

You turned around and watched as an older man walked up slowly, looking you up and down before standing next jaebum.

“Excuse you?” you asked shocked at the way he had addressed your hybrid…friend?

“watch out, this piece of shit is a lot of work” he laughed loudly.

Kookie let out a low hiss as the older man continued to laugh loudly. Jaebum was clearly uncomfortable but the man looked like a higher up, someone jaebum clearly couldn’t talk loudly too.

“did you find him on the street? Aw honey, you probably should have left him there” he said holding his round belly as he let out another roar of laughter.

“how fucking dare you” you said narrowing your eyes at him.

He seemed shocked by your comment as his laughter came to a sudden halt.

“what did you say?” he asked confused.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise old age was already affecting your hearing!” you exclaimed “I said HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! You’re the piece of shit here, not him. Who the fuck are you to acknowledge him like that! If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed you were a pig hybrid you stuck up bitch! and what kind of human being leaves another human being on the street to die! God! People like you are what’s wrong with the world! IYou yelled at him. Leaving everyone in the station in shock.

“we’re leaving!” you said before giving kookie a friendly slap on the chest as you walked by, one that said ‘you better follow me’ but nicely.

As you stormed out of the police station and to your car you mumbled angrily to yourself about how mankind has gone to shits and you hate everyone and everything.

“so where are we going now?”

As you fumbled with your keys you looked up to see kookie standing on the passenger’s side with his arms crossed and his ears perked up.

You looked at him shocked to see that he followed you.

clearly seeing your shock, he growled before narrowing his eyes again.

“if you didn’t want me to follow you, you should- “he started but you quickly cut him off.

“were going home, duh” you said as you opened your car and got in, not giving him any time to snap back or glare at you once more.

He opened the car door cautiously before slowly getting in, looking around in awe.

“you don’t remember what it looks like?” you asked him curiously as you watched him carefully. He folded his arms back over his chest with a huff.

“whatever, I don’t need to either…I only need a place to stay tonight so don’t think your special” he hissed at you.

You laughed before nodding your head.

“rats, just as I thought we were getting somewhere…can I at least know your name? I did just save you from another day with that asshole” you asked as you started the car.

“Jungkook…my names Jungkook” he said as he loosened up from his tense posture.

You smiled as you started to drive home.

“nice to meet you Jungkook”

skye07  asked:

Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~

You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you like it! Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

Natasha had been investigating her new home when she stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?

Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it up had taken time to organize it just right?

She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.

“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained, shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat. And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”

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Hello friends. 

Do you love Bellarke? Of course you do. It’s great. 

Are you getting tired of waiting for it to become canon and to bask in the glory of kiss edits that are not the product of photoshop? Of course you are, you’re only human. 

May I point you in the direction of The Expanse?

‘What is The Expanse?’ you say. Oh, just a show that is vastly superior to the 100 in almost every way (I would say every way but since they haven’t hired Bob Morley yet, well you know….) 

Sci Fi. Logical world building. Plot that isn’t driven by characterization being slaughtered left right and center. Oh, and a little ship called Nolden. Aka the ship that Bellarke should’ve been. 

Naomi Nagata (played by the amazing Dominique Tipper). Genius WOC who saves everyones asses all the time with her tactical brilliance and tenacity. 

James Holden (played by that fire guy from sky high everyone attracted to boys had a crush on growing up Steven Strait). Captain struggling with the impossible situations he’s been thrust into, as he tries to protect his crew while still keeping his soul intact and the universe from imploding. Oh and with a voice that is ‘like riding down a beach by a gravely road during the greatest sunset you’ve ever seen’. (sound like someone we know and love?)

Enemies (ish) to friends to lovers in space. Obviously this is a spoiler, but I feel like I need to tell you they’re canon. And they have maybe one of the best first kiss scenes ever. Also some serious trust, respect and Co-Leaders who depend on each other to get through impossible situations. 

Not to mention actors getting to keep their accents (Dominique’s cute british accent 😍), Chrisjen (you’ll learn soon) and found families (!!!!)

If you have Amazon Prime the first season is there free. Or if you’re not in the US, it’s on Netflix We’re halfway into the second season now, so you’re not that far behind. 

Watch it. Enjoy the amazing canon ship. Then thank me. 

Trust Me: Part 1

Originally posted by morefabthanfab

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Based on prompt from @fictionallandsoverprostateglands

Sentence Prompt: “No, it’s my fault for thinking you might care.”

Poe Dameron x Reader (eventually), Female Reader, Shy!Reader, some angst, some fluff, self-doubt

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Author’s Note:  So this sucker got away from me.  I’ll have the second part uploaded on Tuesday at the latest.

Word Count: 3.7K

          You sat at your usual spot in the mess hall, quietly eating and observing the mild chaos around you.

           It was a rare moment of peace on base.  No major missions were underway. The only people that seemed to be missing were those on duty in the command center waiting for news and a handful of pilots on reconnaissance missions.  Everyone else was sitting with their friends and colleagues, talking, laughing and enjoying the moment while they could.  

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I Hate You, I Love You - Pietro Maximoff (2/?)

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Summary: The reader likes Pietro a lot, but is painfully shy and gets real awkward around him. She finally works up the courage to tell him that she has feelings for him, but discovers that he has been seeing a new woman that’s on the avengers
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Plus Sized!reader
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Warning(s): bullying, name calling, implied self-harm, mentions blood, cursing, self-hate, etc.

A/N: You guys have no idea how much It means to me to hear that y’all like the first part. I’m blushing like a mad woman! haha lol Now, I’m going to try to post a part for this every Tuesday. Due an overwhelming amount of notes, here’s part two.

Song title credit: I hate u, I Love You by gnash.

He should’ve been here ten minutes ago… You thought. Every Friday night was your and Pietro’s movie night. It was one of your favorite nights of the week. You’d give him another ten minutes to arrive. It was unlikely he’d forget; it’s not like him to forget. 

Another ten minutes go by, and Pietro doesn’t show. Sighing, you turn off the TV.

“Speedy didn’t show?” Glancing up, you see Tony standing there. 

“Unfortunately” You voice faltering. “I don’t understand why he didn’t show up though. He always looked forward to our movie nights.”

“You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Speedy has a date tonight with the stunning blonde from the party.” Tony stated, “Speedy clearly knows how to pick ‘em” 

“Yeah, the stunning blonde is his girlfriend.” You mumbled. “I’m going to bed… Night.” you left the room before Tony could reply to you. Reaching your room, you launch yourself on to your bed. Hot, warm tears began to coat your face. You wasn’t dumb… you knew Raven had everything to do with him missing movie night. She was determined to get you out the picture, and it was working. Leaning over to the nightstand, you pulled out Penny. 

If only he knew he was killing you slowly…

While in the training room, and out the corner of your eye, you see Raven saunter in with two other agents. ‘Oh great, here comes the onslaught of insults’ You thought.

“Hey Miss Piggy! Trying to lose weight?” Raven called. The three agents roared in laughter.

The second agent chimed in, “Even if she did, she’d still be ugly.”

“She’ll never be good enough for- OH MY GOD YOU’RE SUCH A FREAK!” The third agent yelled. At first you didn’t know why she yelled, but then you remembered you had a wonderful little chat with Penny this morning. Glancing down at your wrist, you see blood seeping out the wound. ‘Shit I thought the bleeding stopped’ you thought. You were completely horrified.

“What’s going on in here? The familiar voiced asked. 

“Nothing Piet just stopping by to say hello to y/n.” Raven replied. Raven sauntered over to Pietro, and gave him a kiss. Standing there watching them together physically made you sick. You’d always fantasized about being in the situation that Raven was in. It was only make believe, and you knew you weren’t ever going to get what Raven has. 

“If you say so” Pietro answered, “Say, we still on for a movie night?” ‘You don’t show up to OUR movie night so you plan a movie night with her?!’ you thought, clearly annoyed.

“Yes sir!” Raven smirked knowing I was watching. Her face only confirmed your thoughts from last night. 

“I’ll see you later?” 

“Yes, yes you will.” Raven kissed Pietro once more. Once Pietro walked out the room, and was far enough away, Raven looked back at me. “I don’t have to read your mind to know you figured out I was the reason why Pietro stood you up last night.”

“Yeah it wasn’t too hard to figure out” You stated. Grabbing your things, you headed for the door. You glanced over shoulder, and back at the three agents “Insults are the last resort of insecure people with a crumbling position trying to appear confident.” 

You walked out the room feeling good about yourself. Now all you needed was a hot shower, and you’d feel better. When you approached the door to your room, you see the door cracked open. ‘Who could possibly be in my room?’ you thought. Opening the door further, you see Pietro sitting on the edge of your bed with something in his hands. ‘No, No, No… He knows.”

“Can I help you Pietro?” You asked. 



“Why would I get a text message from Raven saying you’re hurting yourself and she concerned?”

‘Ha! If only he knew she wasn’t concerned about my well-being’ you thought. “Raven isn’t who you think she is Pietro.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me. I’d like to know who my girlfriend is.”

“Raven is a self-centered bitch who feels the need to bully me making me feel like complete utter shit to get me out the way so she can have you all to herself. I know, that she knows, I have a huge, massive crush on you.” You barked. You were finally getting it all out in the open. Never did you imagine that you’d be telling Pietro you liked him this way. “That movie night we were supposed to have last night? You know the one where you stood me up and left me waiting, yeah, she purposely planned your date knowing it was OUR night to bond.”

“You want to know why I didn’t show up… IT’S BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU. I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL.” Pietro yelled, storming out the room.

You couldn’t believe him. How could he say something so cruel? ‘It’s for the best… After all, I’m just damaged’ you thought. ‘I’m just a loser asking for attention’ you couldn’t get the words out your head; they were etched in your mind. 

“You want to know why I didn’t show up… IT’S BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU. I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL!” 

“I swear I’m going to kill him.” Natasha growled, holding you close. After Pietro yelled at you, Pietro stormed out your room. Natasha, being concerned as always, came to see what the yelling was all about. When Natasha came to your room, it broke her heart. She found you on the bathroom floor, in the fetal position, rocking back and forth.

“It’s the truth Nat! I’m not good enough. I’ll never be good enough not for him, not for anyone. I’m disgusting. I mean, look at me!” You wailed, pointing to your body, “I have all this extra weight on my body that I don’t know what to do with. And no matter how hard I try or no matter how hard I train, I can’t get rid of the weight.”

“Look at me ангел(angel)” Natasha paused, “you don’t have to lose weight to feel good about yourself.”

“No, but it sure would help.” You mumbled. Natasha sighed, got up and helped you off the floor. When she grabbed your wrist, you winced. ‘Shit, I hope Natasha didn’t see that’ you thought. Natasha did notice, and she made a mental note of it.

“What will it take for you to believe me?” Natasha asked.

“At this point… Nothing” You stared into Natasha’s eyes, “Tell me this, what do you do when the one who broke your heart is the only one who can mend it?”

Pietro’s a dick and Raven is a cunt so there’s that. Anyway, while I was writing this, I was struggling… like hard. So, if you have any ideas and or suggestions, please message me. It’ll make it easier for me to write parts! 


@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @m-a-t-91 @punkdoor @chocolatemonkeyrainbows @itsjusthaawo @dancerwriter @trashimaginezblog @iamwarrenspeace @molethemollie @secretsandlove81199

If there’s anyone I missed, I’m sorry. 

Chamber of Secrets - Part 14

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeep! It’s getting closer and closer! This one was really fun to write, I hope you guys like this one 😉

Also, kinda (very) out of topic, but mom readers out there, any tips in dealing with toddlers who just won’t fucking eat? I’m running out of ideas and I’m so damn close to a mental breakdown.  

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In His Lap (Mick x Plus Size! Reader) Imagines - Request


To my darling anon,

I hope you don’t mind; but I actually combined your idea with another reader’s request, since it was very similar to yours. In addition to, I apologize for the late post. Due to technical difficulties - and just the fact that life sorta got in the way - I am turning this piece into a New Year’s prompt. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, dear anon, but, if you find that you aren’t happy with the piece, please let me know and I’ll write you a seperate Christmas one…!

With love,

Kendra tries to get you to talk to Mick at the New Year’s Eve Party. At first, you said no; but, after taking a shot, you gained the courage you needed…


“Talk to him!”

“I can’t!”

“You can!”

“No, I can’t!”

“Yes , ________, you can!” Crossing her arms, Kendra gave you a gently scolding look. “Please do yourself a favor and just walk over there.”

Upon hearing her suggestion, you flushed bright red.

While you have had a crush on Mick for the past few weeks now, you still had yet to start a conversation with the pyromaniac; much less, confess your feelings to him.

Chances were he probably never noticed you.

I mean, who would? Your harsh inner voice scoffed. You’re not pretty, you have no sex appeal and - worst of all - you’re fat. What kind of guy would want THAT?

A small part of you hoped it would be Mick.

Though many assumed there wasn’t much to the guy - what, with his brutish behavior and vulgar language - a part of you liked to think there was more to him.

That he would somehow accept you the way you were.

Peering over at the poker table across the room, you watched your darling hulk of a man play against Leonard and Jax. His brows furrowed, he focused all his attention towards the hand he was dealt with.

You bit your lip. He just looks so…badass.

“Oh my god, ________,” Kendra turned her eyes up to the heavens, before shaking her head. It was her typical ‘don’t-make-me-do-this’ gesture. “You’re a great girl! You could so go over there and say ‘hi’! He’s not that complex of a man to talk to, anyway…”

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Sirius x Reader / Good Friends

(Some helpful background info: I went ahead and gave the reader a last name to add “depth” and also describe her as having curly hair. I’m trying to write for a diverse audience because I see a lot of fics where the reader is white but I think I can be progressive. If anyone has tips though I’d accept them quite gratefully.)

You are super cool and tight with Sirius but Lucius Malfoy is a lusty little nuisance which will come later in… Part Two!

He knew very little about her. Only that she was incredibly intelligent, top of the class and every professor’s favorite student. Clever as hell with a reputation for standing up for the little first through fourth years who got stomped on by the older Slytherins. She was very beautiful, her family was very old, therefore very rich and Lucius Malfoy was very interested.

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Inspired by @shir-oh-no‘s “reasons for Shiro to kiss Lance” post. 


“No, seriously, Shiro. What if I’m not cut out for this? What if… quiznak, what if the only reason Blue chose me was because I was just there?? She’s the most accepting right what if she just saw me and was like ‘oh well might as well go with the one in the center’–” 


“I mean, I feel like a improve the team in some ways right? I have to at least bring some balance? I know I can be the comic relief at times but, that’s not all I am I can fight too I know you prefer to have Keith go on missions with you but I–”


“I thought I was the team sharpshooter, but what if I’m not? I mean sure I can make a shot or two, but what if it’s just luck?? What if I’m not–”

Lance’s ramblings were finally cut off, not by Shiro’s voice, but by his lips. Calloused lips formed gently around soft, unsteady ones as Lance was finally reminded to breathe

Shiro broke the kiss after just a moment, reaching his flesh hand up to cup the blue paladin’s cheek as he just gave him a softened look. “You are a valuable member of his team. And you are invaluable to me.” 

Lance let out the shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and sighed, a relieved smile tugging on his lips as he leaned his forehead against Shiro’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 



(I had to.)

Fenris jerks his arm away so quickly Hawke is worried they’ve hurt him but, immediately after, he shoots them a guilty look and awkwardly flexes his fingers.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Did I do something wrong?” Hawke asks, brows knitted together.

Fenris only shakes his head, lips in a thin line, and seems to drift into thought for a moment. They’re worried but he hasn’t moved; he seems content to stay sprawled on his stomach on their bed next to them even with his arm tucked closer than before. Finally, slowly, he stretches it back out over the pillow next to their head.

“What were you doing?” he asks, quieter.

“I’ve never really felt them before.” Hawke explains, hand hovering over the lyrium scarring on Fenris’ arm. His eyes follow the motion, still so cautious, but he doesn’t move this time. “Usually I, uh, try not to mess with them. I should have asked.”

Fenris shrugs, shifts slightly, and props his chin on his arm to look at them better.

“You can touch them again.” he says finally, “I don’t mind.”

“You pulled away like I burnt you.” Hawke points out, fingers still hovering over his skin.

Fenris smiles weakly at them and shrugs again.

“I’ve never had anyone be so… careful with them.” he says, “It surprised me.”

Hawke scrunches their face a moment, processing this oh-so casually delivered information, and then leans in and presses their lips to one of the lines going up Fenris’ forearm. He leans back and watches, almost entranced, as they nuzzle their face against his skin.

True affection is not something Fenris remembers receiving before Hawke. He knows now, logically, he at least was hugged and doted on by his mother. But those memories have not surfaced, possible never well, so things like this with Hawke are all he has. The way their fingers comb through his hair or how they hug him–palms flat in the center of his back to keep him but not trap him.

And this. Whatever this is; Hawke gently pressing kisses into the lyrium lines on his skin. He’s not even sure he likes it at first–a common thing between Fenris and touch.

When Hawke raises up a bit and moves to nuzzle their face into the crook of his neck he’d decided he likes it and lulls his head to the side for them.

“Do they always hurt?” Hawke asks.


He’d be lying if he said anything else. But Fenris had long ago grown accustomed to ignoring them when they were at their weakest pangs.

“It’s not bad now.” he adds, noticing Hawke has stopped moving.

They reply with another kiss against his neck and fingers dancing down the thicker lines on his back. Barely there–just ghosting over his skin in such a way that leaves Fenris unsure they were even there at all.

Hawke lays back down and presses their forehead to his arm after a moment, hand stilling in the center of his back. Fenris glances at them in confusion, eyes half-lidded from contentment.

“I hate that you always hurt.” they mumble, raising their face to look at him. “I just want to fix it–make it better somehow.”

Fenris smiles and cups his free hand under their chin, pulling them to a kiss. Hawke’s hand draws across his back to coil around him. It’s slow and gentle and, again, something that took time for Fenris to adapt to. He loves it now.

“Some things cannot be fixed.” he says softly when they part, forehead pressed to Hawke’s. “You make things easier. That is enough.”

Hawke smiles at him, bumps their nose against his, and asks, “Since they’re not too bad right now, am I allowed to go looking for your ticklish spots?”

“Not if you value your life.” Fenris mock-threatens, even as he feels Hawke’s fingers dancing across his ribs and does nothing.

“Ah,” Hawke says with a chuckle. “Never had much use for that thing anyway.”

My predictions/wishes for The Future, and beyond.

The next episode is nearly upon us, and because like many of us who appreciate and care about Castiel, are casually wandering what is next for him. I want to write about what I want to happen on thursday. This is a complete gut feeling, mixed with some “research” that I need to do to make some sense so this doesn’t looks like one of my usual ramblings. This is serious, I want this to happen, even if it hurts a little.

First, some context. I just noticed that the first time we meet Cas on “Lazarus Rising” SPN 04x01 , (I personally named it “The First Blind Date”) while been interrogated by Dean, Cas starts to rummaging on a book that I assume Boby brought to the barn for the sigils that they used all over the place. This becomes a kind of trade of Cas when he meets with the boys, or while is questioned about something that he can be completely honest to discuss, he start to check papers of a current case or opens a book like trying to read it, I interpreted this as a kind of gimmick to avoid confrontation.

I know I saw this several times in other scenes, but other concrete episode was the “The Third Man” SPN 06x03 when he is being questioned about Sam’s return from hell and the civil war in heaven. So, my point is, we have come to know the traits of how Lucifer interacts with almost every other character that Mark Pellegrino uses constantly and Misha Collins portrayed very well in every detail.

As research, I review the interaction of Chuck and supposedly Lucifer inside Cas on the bunker in “We happy Few” SPN 11x22. He is holding a book while Chuck tries to start a sort of conversation with him, asking the mandatory questions about how he was and how he had changed. I believe that in this particular scene, Lucifer let Cas talk directly to Chuck, because both felt the same about how he left them. I can’t avoid to think about how in “Dark side of the moon” SPN 05X16, Cas was broken and disappointed with Chuck and the way he talked to him. You can say, maybe later when he brought him back to life he understood that he was making a kind of amendment, and forgave his words. And also later is the I ignore Chuck issue, when Lucifer is expelled by Amara from Castiel’s vessel, and when Chuck is dying Cas makes no effort on taking care of him or offered any company or assistance.

But this brought me to the prediction/wish that I been cooking lately about the next episode and the rest of the season. I believe that Joshua by Chuck’s orders made him or will upgrade Castiel to an Archangel. I think Chuck saw Castiel in that interaction, and how he stood in front of him without fear and told him in his face “screw you” from Lucifer and the second “screw all of you” from Castiel. Chuck knows that Cas has evolved beyond an Seraphim by his own means and will to serve humanity, his most precious creation, that he also learned to love trough Dean Winchester. I think he choose this time as perfect opportunity to give him the chance to stand alone in front of Lucifer and the Nephilim. And also, as you know in Jewish lore Cassiel the angel in which Cas is based was an Archangel.


Now, As I can´t avoid to look through the spoilers, I think this will happen along the next episodes, and “The future” will be the point where Cas decides to accept the actual change from Seraph to Archangel, in order to protect The Winchesters, to find Kelly and the Nephilim, that I’m not sure if he will end up protecting or have the guts to kill because of this change.

Here comes the “but”. At first you can say its great news for we the fans of Cas and how much we miss to see him with his wings and with full celestial powers. But, I have to remind you how he reacts when he is given power, exactly like Lucifer. Anyone remembers Godstiel? And also the probability that in the process of this significant change that it has to be made to evolve Castiel into an Archangel, explained by Chuck himself: “stuff of primordial creation” they probably had to reset him to factory settings.

Yes, probably forgetting everything he lived in this past 8 years with Dean and Sam Winchester. Maybe he will remember all but with a “different point of view”, as an Archangel, specifically about “humanity. I hope I’m wrong about this gloomy possibility, and right about the perspective of this mayor evolution for Castiel because of the need for a matching power against Lucifer. I will love to see him full of grace with all his powers and celestial capabilities like in season 4, and also as a shiper I want to believe that Cas will choose this, and the first thing that he will have in mind when he accept this, will be the possibility of becoming a stronger and better ally in the protection of “humanity” (cleans a little tear of feels about this).

To finish this delirant and desperate “prediction”. I want to believe, (oh X files, you taught me well about paranoia and speculation) that Cas will protect Kelly and Lucifer´s spawn because of “Lilly sunder has some Regrets” SPN 12x10. For the way Cas said: “Ignorance is no excuse” and how bad he felt in being part of the killing of a supposed Nephilim at that time. For this he needs redemption. Thru all the episodes centered on Cas of this season the same doubts and questions are presented about how he looks at himself. Is he an angel of the lord? Part of the Winchester family? A useful tool for his brothers when they need someone who do the job?

 How about Castiel the Archangel decides to ignore, first heaven that sees him as a incarnated blasphemy for his love to “humanity”. Second, he could take some time apart and away from his love for the Winchesters, whom I believe are taking him for granted. And finally he can ignore the ancient beliefs of what exactly an abomination like Lucifer’s child could bring to the world. As it supposedly never happened, how they can be sure that such creature will surely became something evil/negative? Let Castiel the Archangel to decide.

anonymous asked:

whats the best way to figure out you're tritype? it seems like every quiz i take gives me different answers ive gotten 7-2-3 and 8-2-6

Imho the best way to find out your tritype is to tackle each of the three triads individually. For example the head group first. Read descriptions of 5, 6 and 7. Often times you can exclude one of the three numbers immediately because that kind of thinking is just too foreign to you. Considering your test results it seems like both 6 and 7 are a possibility and 5 is rather not.

The next step is to read comparisons between those two. I like the ones here: (it’s a big wall of text and you have to scroll a bit, the short comparisons are hidden in between.)
For example:
“6 vs 7: Sixes don’t have the blind faith in the future and themselves that sevens have. Sixes are much more self-conscious than sevens. Sixes are much more naturally responsible. Sixes are compliant types with a strong superego influence.“
One of the descriptions should “click” more with you. That’s your head type.
Repeat the process for the body (8, 9, 1) and heart (2, 3, 4) group.

So then you’ve got your three numbers, your so called archetype. The next step is to find out the order of the three numbers, the actual tritype. That is much harder tbh. Like sometimes I’m still wondering if I’m not secretly an 873 instead of an 837. Honestly though, it’s not -that- important anyway and the differences are only marginal.
(But if you have a triad group where you had the most difficulties of having sympathy for any of the three descriptions and you only chose one because “meh, all three are shit but that’s the least shittiest I guess?” then that’s probably the type at position three)

Your reactions to reading the type descriptions should probably go like this:
Core type: “Omg that’s embarrassingly me. How do they know me so well? *nervous laughter*”
Second type / non-dominant center of intelligence #1: “Oh yeah that really resonates with me, I often act that way.”
Third type / non-dominant center of intelligence #2 : “True, this fear influences my reactions sometimes, not always though.”

Finding out your core type (the very first number) is fun though and you should do it because otherwise you couldn’t enjoy all those enneagram memes, right?

If your core and second type seem to be equally strong it can be helpful to think about disintegration/ how you react if you are under periods of stress. Like a stressed 7 may behave like a unreasonable perfectionistic 1 and a stressed 2 behaves like an aggressive power-hungry 8.

(Btw what kind of test did you take? 723 is not a possible tritype since both 2 and 3 are in the heart group…)

I Need My Girl | Chapter 7

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey homies, I finally got this shit done! This week’s been crazy but this chapter is quite fluffy with a bit of some insinuations…Thank you everyone who’s been so nice and and encouraging! I tagged some cool kids down here:

@myterribletwenties , @cheryllclayton , @gershwinn , @birdlovesafish , @itstenafterfour , @oooooidk , @blondetricky , @swear-on-her-name , @bugheadotp , @aplaceformyshipstoanchor , @vintagelovestories , @team-bughead , @jandjsalmon , @ladybughead , @bugheadlife , @enthusiasticallynormal , @betts-jugsforbughead , @de6ressive , @juggiedeservesbetter

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Words: 1432

Warnings: None really, just some fluff and innuendos.

I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday
I’ll be yours someday

Soon, My Friend | M83


Jughead turned to Betty. He had a smile creeping up on his face as the sunlight fell over his face as they headed home. A warmth spread through her shoulders, seeping into her skin and travelling all the way down to her toes. She was nervous and excited and fucking terrified. But in that moment as Jughead took a left down to Brooklyn for their apartment and she watched as his hands cut the wheel, and she realized she was happy. She was happy for the first time in awhile.

They reached their apartment and Betty waited behind him as he shook the keys into the lock before hearing the click.

“I just need to clean up and then we could get some food?”

“I actually have a shift at Pop’s but we can still go. You can watch me and my amazing serving skills.”

“As much as I would love to see that, maybe I’ll call Archie. See if he hasn’t disowned me yet.” Betty joked as she bit her lip between her teeth.

“Archie can’t stay mad at you, he’s just worried about you.”

“Archie can’t stay mad at anyone.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dork isn’t he?”


Betty walked to the bathroom but before she could close the door, Jughead was in the doorway. A smirk spread all over his face with his arm leaning into the side of the doorframe.

“You know, we should give Archie more credit. I mean he is rooting for us.”

Jughead quirked his eyebrow at the blonde as she turned on the shower. Betty rolled her eyes as she watched him mock her for her slip up earlier in the truck. Why did he have to be so good it though? She asked herself as her eyes raked over the boy in the doorway.

“Deciding whether or not you want me to join you? I mean yes, we do have another shower, but you know it’s not fair that you get to use up all the hot water first. I mean, that’s not any way how to repay me for my many wonderful qualities.”

Jughead read off his speech as he used hand gestures and his eyes lit up. Betty giggled as she walked over to the door grabbing onto the doorknob.

“You know I think you can handle the cold water. I mean just from common sense, I’m guessing you’ve had to take a couple cold showers in your life.”

Jughead’s jaw dropped a little as he had a face of fake betrayal watching her as she closed the door on him.

Why is she always winning our battles and why does it always end with her escaping it by taking a shower?

“Wow I’m sorry to hear that Arch.”

“It’s okay, I think we had been trying so long to keep our relationship together that I think we forgot the reasons why we were even in it. I love her. But I don’t think we’re in love with each other anymore.”

Archie finished his drink as he watched Jughead taking orders from an old couple down the aisle behind him. When he turned his head back to Betty he saw her looking in the same direction. Her eyes were bright and her lower lip was hiding under her front teeth.

“Someone looks hungry.” Archie teased as Betty jerked out of her drooling session.

“Ye-aah a, uhm I was thinking about getting pancakes.”

“Yeah mhhhm that’s what you were thinking about eating.” Archie slowly brought the menu up, failing at hiding the grin on his face.

Betty’s eyes narrowed as her cheeks flushed at the insinuation.

“Shuuut uuuppp.” Betty sang in a whisper as she pretended to read over her menu, slowly flipping the laminated pages.

“Fine. So can I ask about what happened last night? I’m sorry I called Jughead but you-“

“Archie, I’m not mad.”

Archie let out a sigh in relief.

“In fact, even though I hate that this is where I am now. I think calling Jug was the best thing that you could have done for me in that situation.”

“How are you doing? Did you and him talk when you got home? In fact why are you up this early? I mean I don’t pass down any time to hang out with my favorite blonde for breakfast but I thought you would still be downing advils at this hour.”

That made Betty laugh.

“Well he didn’t take me home actually.”

Archie sent a humorous look her way. Eyebrows raised and confusion written all over his face.

“I’m not exactly sure where he drove around for the four hours in-between, but I woke up in the parking lot of a rehabilitation center on West Broadway.”

Archie was shocked by the news. He couldn’t help but to think the words Wow, Jughead actually listened to me for once.

“So you guys talked then.”

“Oh yeah, we talked.” Betty rolled her yes as she exaggerated the previous line.

“But I think for the first time in awhile we’re not lying to each other. He needed to yell at me, it was about time. It wasn’t good for any of us ignoring the situation and I think if he didn’t I would have started to drag him down with me.” Betty’s eyes softened as she gazed at Jughead running over to the counter to give Pop the table’s order he had just taken.

Archie noticed a little sadness in her look, she was definitely afraid of hurting him he realized.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen. I would have kicked your ass before you took my beanie boy away from me.” Archie joked as his voice got higher by the end of his threat.

“I’m sorry did you just say beanie boy?”


“Oh my god you guys seriously need to get a room.”

“Uhm I think that’s your job.”

“What’s your job?”

Betty jumped as Jughead appeared at the end of the table with his pad and pen in hand. A little strand was falling over his face and his grin widened as he turned to her. God, the apron looked good on him she thought to herself.


“Betty was just talking about how she was thinking of taking the week off.”

Archie interjected while receiving a panicked look from the blonde. What. The. Hell.

“Really?” Jughead said in a soft tone as his voice lined with hope. Her chest warmed at the glimmer in Jughead’s eyes as he asked the question. Oh, fuck it.

“Well yeah, I thought, I thought maybe we could go on that road trip down to California that you’ve always wanted to do. But, but you’re probably busy and have work and responsibilities and don’t want to-“

“I’m there. Count me in, Betts.” Her heart fell to her stomach. “But we’re taking the truck. No buts!”

“But the Camaro! It’s California! Juggie!” Archie shrieked as the girl whined the nickname and he observed the pair bickering in front of him.

“You can’t drive across the country in that. And there’s no legroom. Betts the truck is the best option.”

“But what’s the point of having a convertible if I don’t even use it when this opportunity appears?”

“You’re seriously saying that you’d seriously spend 50 hours cramped up in that car just for the sake of preserving you’re aesthetic?”


“Betty, Jughead’s right. Trust me, you want all the room you can get for that drive.” Archie wiggled his eyebrows as he said the words ‘all the room you can get’. The top of Betty’s ears reddened and suddenly Jughead felt nervous. Archie was getting way too much out of witnessing this. Way too much.

An awkward silence filled the table until Jughead asked their orders.

“I’ll have some eggs and sausage please, and a slice of that chocolate cake.”

“Chocolate cake at 8:00 am Archie? Really?”

“What? Can’t a guy enjoy some chocolate cake? Gosh you can be so judgmental sometimes Jug-gie.” Archie said as he faked being sad and held the most ridiculous pout Betty had ever seen.

“How am I still friends with you guys?”

“Cauuuse you love us.” Both Jughead and Archie said in unison. Betty was thoroughly not amused by the sight.

“I think you guys have mistaken adoration for pure aversion.”

“Whatever, Elizabeth. Didn’t you say you wanted pancakes earlier hmmm?”

Archibald why must you be like this? Betty asked herself as her face fell into her hands.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jughead asked innocently.

“Oh she just really wants some pancakes.”

“All righty then.”

Tom Wilson - Chapter One

Tom’s POV:

I groaned as I untwisted myself from all of my sheets, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the front door of my apartment that Andre was banging on.

“Tom! Come out right now! You never leave your apartment! We are going out today! Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Andre yelled from the hallway as he pounded his fists against my door like a gorilla to his chest.

“Tom seriously – “ He began as I opened the door.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t think you were going to actually answer.” Andre said as he pushed passed me and plopped himself down on my couch.

“What do you want, Andre? You know I’m not feeling good.” I told him as I ran my fingers through my bedhead.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. You have been moping around this small ass apartment feeling sorry for yourself because Anna broke it off with you. It’s been almost a month. I’m getting so bored not having anyone to do anything with. You need to get back in the game.” He explained as he played with the Snapchat selfie filters on his phone.

He was right. My girlfriend of over a year… my first serious girlfriend… had broken things off with me. She was an athlete back in Canada and really wasn’t around. Things were just getting too difficult to keep up with. There was more bad than good, so she walked away. I was torn up. 

“My game is fine. Did you somehow miss both of my goals in the game last night?” I questioned with an annoyed tone.

“I’m not talking about hockey, babycakes. You know exactly what I mean. Don’t let one girl ruin your whole world. I know you got your heart broken but there are so many girls in the world.” He went on.

“I didn’t get my heart broken. We’ve been over this.” I sighed.

“Oh, you didn’t love that girl?” Andre asked as he stood up.

“It was complicated. You know that. She was never around.” I explained, for the millionth time.

“Whatever, man. Just get some clothes on. I thought we could go to Georgetown today. Get out of the building. It’s an off day, we should enjoy it.”

“Fine.” I answered as walked back into my room to change and wash up for whatever adventure Andre had planned for us today.


“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked Andre as I got into his black BMW.

“Filomena for lunch, shopping, Georgetown cupcakes?” He suggested.

“Italian food? I just woke up.” I questioned as we rode over the bridge and into Georgetown.

“It’s 1PM. And don’t act like you don’t want Italian food. You always want food.” He argued.

“Okay, true.” I answered reluctantly.

We parked down by the water and walked into the small restaurant, luckily not running into any fans. I hated running into fans when I was in a bad mood. Made me look like a bad guy.

“Table for 2?” Andre asked the host.

“Mr. Andre,” the host began in a thick Italian accent, clearly remembering us from all the other times we’ve been here. “Our restaurant is rented out for a Georgetown University award ceremony. We do have one small table in the corner, we could seat you there if that’s okay?” Andre looked over at me for approval, and I nodded.

We weaved in between several college students and finally found a small table in the corner.

“This isn’t so bad.” Andre said as we sat down and began browsing through the menu. I nodded in agreement as I silently selected the chicken parm off the menu.

“Attention everyone!” An older woman said as she stood up, clinking her knife to her glass. “I would like to get started with the awards now.”

“Spoke to soon.” Andre said. We shared a quiet laugh.

“I just want to start by saying that we have grown into such an excellent Sports Management Program here at Georgetown. We truly are a family in this department and this year we have some of the most brilliant students I’ve ever had the privilege of working with.” She continued. “We have four awards to give away this afternoon. The first is our prestigious Academic Achievement Award. This award goes to a great young woman who has demonstrated her drive and passion for all of her classes. She always goes above and beyond with all of her work, and she finished up last semester with a 4.1 GPA. Congratulations, Y/F/N Y/L/N!”

A beautiful blonde wearing lace up sandals and a flowy olive green dress stood up amid the loud applause that Andre and I had joined in. She smiled and shook hands with the woman, then returned to her seat.

“Our next award is our Character Award. This award goes out to a student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. This student logs almost 20 hours each week tutoring others and is always a leader on campus. Come back up here, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” The woman announced.

Andre and I joined in the applause once more as the same blonde made her way to the woman, accepting the award and smiling for a photo. Her long dirty blonde hair fell just below her breasts, and her long tan legs looked as if they had been kissed by the sun. The woman went on to announce the other winners, but my eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her sway around the room and accept hugs from her classmates.

“Hello? Earth to Willy.” Andre began, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Your food is going to get cold. What are you looking at?” He asked, turning around to spot what my eyes were fixed on.

“Willy! She’s hot! Make a move.” Andre pushed with an enthusiastic smile.

I shook my head. “I’m not ready.”

“I didn’t say you had to marry the girl. Just rebound hook up.” He suggested.

“After having a solid relationship, I’m really not into that anymore.” I told him, still watching Y/N float from table to table gracefully.

“Damn. The puck bunnies are going to be very disappointed about that.”

“Oh well.” I said as I finished up my meal. I contemplated introducing myself and grabbing Y/N’s number, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I needed to take the single life one step at a time. First step, getting out of the house and back on the town with my friends. Check. Maybe another day I could test out my flirting game.

On our way out of Filomena, I turned around to get one more look at Y/N. Our eyes met… hers were brown and inviting. She smiled sweetly at me, allowing a warmth to grow in her eyes. I regretted not going over to her from the minute I turned around.


“Why have you been so quiet today, bud?” Andre asked as he checked out at the Nike store.

I sighed. “Just had a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” Andre asked. “You’re playing great… that should be your main concern and that’s nothing to worry about right now.”

“That girl that was in the restaurant. The one getting all the awards. She was really pretty. And seemed really smart.” I said.

“I knew you thought she was hot. You could probably try to find her on Instagram.” He suggested as he slid his card.

I made a face and shook my head. “Hell no! I never even said anything to her but I’m going to follow her on Instagram?” I questioned.

“Uh yes. Then, when she follows you back, you do the 3 picture like thing and then send a DM. Protocol.” He explained.

I laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m not into those social media head games. I’d rather just find her again and then talk to her.”

“Whatever, man. I really just want a cupcake.” Andre told me, brushing off what I was telling him about Y/N.

We made our way out of the Nike store and down the street to Georgetown Cupcakes, and the ridiculous line that wrapped around the building and down the residential street. We waited patiently in the line, barely moving an inch in the forty minutes we stood there. Our conversation remained light, consisting of the upcoming road trips and the solid memories from our Dad’s Trip this season.

“Tom, look.” Andre said, tilting his head to the side and motioning to Y/N, who was walking up the street next to the line with a few of her friends. She must have noticed Andre motioning to her, because she looked over at me, shooting me that gentle smile that I had gotten just a few hours before in the restaurant. She was in the middle of her group of friends, surrounded by a brunette on her left and a bleached blonde on her right. They stopped where we were in line and chatted for a few moments, soon saying their goodbyes.

“See ya! And Congrats Y/N!” Her friends said in sync as they walked down the hill, leaving Y/N standing a few feet away from me, alone. She turned towards me and Andre pushed me over to her.

“Hey.” She said with a giggle and a small smile.

“Uh, hey.” I began. “Not sure if you remember but a few hours ago…”

“You were at Filomena today. How could I forget?” She asked, a sweet look growing in her eyes.

“Right, well I just wanted to say that you are really beautiful, and congrats on all of your awards. That all sounded awesome.” I stuttered.

“Thank you.” She answered. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Tom.” I said with a small smile.

“I know. I’m a sports management major, remember? Obviously I know who you are.” She answered with a laugh.

“Oh, duh. Right, sorry. Well, maybe I could get your number and…” I tried, but was interrupted by Andre.

“Do you want to come to our game tomorrow night? Home game at the Verizon Center. He’ll leave tickets for you at will-call. And bring a friend.” Andre chimed in, noticing me struggling.

“Oh, sure.. that would be a good time.” She laughed hesitantly.

“Andre, please man.” I said quietly as he backed away.

“But my number, sure.” She smiled.

I handed her my phone and she punched in her number.

“I’ll text you. And tomorrow, I’ll leave you two tickets? Don’t feel like you have to come if you don’t want to.” I said shyly.

“Looking forward to it, Tom. I’ll talk to you soon?” She asked as she backed away.

“Talk to you soon.” I smiled as I stepped back in line with Andre.

“Back in the fucking game Willy baby!” Andre laughed.

“Shut up.”

Build Up: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested by: Anonymous

“ Can you write a fic where Emily and her wife has sex in her office after the reader spent the day sexually teasing her? Thanks.💜💕”

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A/N: This got a little more domEmily than I intended…

Leaving for work before Emily was hard to do, she was so dedicated. She and the team had flown in late the night before, so she had given herself and the BAU the morning off. Watching her sleep was a peaceful start to your day, but when she rolled over the lace of her nightgown pinched her breasts in such a way. You had to, they were right there and beautiful, but you resisted. Em needed her sleep.

As you finished your morning routine, Emily dozed on. You left a little note by the fresh pot of coffee you made and headed in for a long day of spin classes and your regular trainee appointments.

I could barely keep my hands off of you this morning. You’re lucky I am a nice wife and let you sleep.

Texting Emily in between classes was habit, teasing her was a new endeavor. You cringed at how pushy you sounded, but prayed the tech gods would grant mystery to your words and somehow they would be sexy. Emily’s reply pointed to your requested blessings.

How do you think I felt walking in on you last night? I should make you wear something to bed once in a while. This sleeping nude is very distracting.

The speed of her reply jump started your confidence, but you knew how to keep her waiting. You texted a kissing emoji and continued to the next studio. Emily would have to wait for a solid retaliation.

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LWA: Half-season thoughts.

This show is great. It’s still solid. As expected of Trigger. Yay~

*claps hands* パチパチパチ (^ ∀ ^∫)∫”“

That said, if I wasn’t so busy lately, I would love to write out more analysis or come up with theories on what might happen in the second cour. But at the same time, I’ve become pretty content with just watching LWA as it is and waiting on suspense for the big reveal.

Besides, too often do my theories end up turning into these blown-up expectations anyway and then I get a little depressed when it’s doesn’t happen the way I thought it would…so it’s probably better for me to just wait.

Anywhoo~ I still want to go over briefly the three biggest forces driving the plot so far:

Akko - I asked for character development and they delivered. *sends basket of mini-muffins to studio as thanks*

What’s great about Akko’s growth is that it’s not instantaneous or miraculous. It didn’t occur over the course of two-three episodes like how it might for characters in another series. It’s still happening as we speak.

Yes, she was hit with the realization that she’s not in a mahou shoujo anime just going to one day be able to do everything Chariot was capable of doing. That she can’t just wish for something a million times and expect it to be delivered on her doorstep, fully installed and functioning.

She’s got to actually work for it and she did.

I mean, look at how she’s coming along with her metamorphosis magic! Isn’t that amazing?

But at the same time, she’s still impatient, reckless, thick-headed and oh my god, so whiny. She still gets easily jealous over Diana’s superior skill. Instead of letting that rivalry serve as motivation for her to improve, Akko tries to challenge Diana head-on when she’s clearly not ready for it yet. On top of that, she abuses magic by playing mean pranks on others. Hardly the appropriate behavior for a proper witch, let alone a disciple of Chariot.

In short, Akko’s got the work ethic down…but she has yet to outgrow that childish mindset.

And I love that they’re dedicating so many episodes to showing that. I love that they’re saying making a big show of yourself does not equal entitled recognition or qualification. I’m glad that not everything goes Akko’s way and that her friends don’t mince their words when they tell her the truth. That her complaints will get her nowhere except into more trouble and that what’s wrong is Akko refusing to face reality because she stubbornly won’t let go of these rosy visions on what it’s like to be a witch.

And Akko does come to understand this flaw of hers, slowly and little by little. It’s her own immaturity and desire to beat Diana at some pointless glory game that continue to set her back every time she makes a step forward.

Akko’s got great potential and she really can become a magnificent witch if she tries. But she’s got to learn to calm down, look at the bigger picture and curb that temper first. And of course, that’s going to take a lot of time…which we do have. Another 12-episodes worth of it, in fact. If Akko makes good use of that time, by the end, I wouldn’t doubt she’d have surpass Chariot in ways even she didn’t think was possible.

So let’s hope for that, yea? I’m looking forward to Akko overcoming her obstacles, external and personal. But I’m also positive that regardless of whatever progress she makes, it won’t change the best of who she is. And that’s really what’s important here. Because Akko just wouldn’t be Akko if she’s not Akko.

Diana - Still my Best Girl. Always my Best Girl.

But I’m going to do her segment in a slightly more technical manner than I did Akko’s.

Diana hasn’t received any significant development since episode 2 . For the most part, her role was to serve as a foil to our bumbling heroine.

While that is helpful in highlighting the areas that Akko is weak in and needs to work on, it doesn’t tell us more about Diana than what we already know.

I mean, it’s great to finally get some insight on what drives her in the most recent ep. She’s probably the only student to take the matters of the declining magical population so seriously that she already made it her life goal to reverse the dilemma. It’s a very admirable thing to do so it’s no wonder why everyone looks to her for help.

However, this constant reliance on Diana indicates nobody else is really contributing anything to find a solution. Sure, the teachers mull over it in their office meetings and maybe the younger witches might discuss it among themselves. But out of habit, they’ll all turn to Diana to save the day and that’s not good.

Moreover, knowing Diana, she’ll likely let this get to her head. Her intentions are in the right place but her arrogance may be detrimental to her efforts. Since everybody is always expecting Diana to do things for them and Diana is more than happy to take charge and direct them instead of guiding them to find answers on their own (the festival preparations in a nutshell), how will they react when Diana encounters a problem that all her intellect and magic cannot solve?

Because I don’t believe that magic exists for the sake of itself in this universe. I think in order for there to be magic, there has to be people to believe in it. Which could explain why there are Nine Olde Witches credited instead of just one person and why the witch community is diminishing. The less people there is to believe in magic and enforce it with their wills, the faster magic disappears.

To put it simply, it’s not an issue that one tackles alone. But Diana is going at it alone and that’s her biggest mistake.

Keep in mind, this is not necessarily a bad thing because that opens doors for Diana to change as well.

Her research in the Grand Triskelion to aid her in revitalizing magic is intertwined with Akko’s path in breaking the seal on it so they’ll inevitably work together at some point. Maybe by then, Akko will have matured enough not to always compare herself against Diana. Then Diana won’t need to criticize Akko for being a nuisance anymore, they’ll gradually see eye-to-eye in cooperating, magic is saved, and celebrations will be had. Whoohoo~

In the middle of all that, though, I suspect Diana will realize what she lacks. In contrast to Akko, whose strength lies in her ability to dream, Diana is all textbook and studies and basically, no fun. She’s… a pure-blooded Hermione with no one to call a real friend.

Once she recognizes that her methods won’t help her and witnesses what Akko can do, perhaps it’ll break her restrictive views on magic along with that haughty attitude of hers. Maybe she’ll remember how she was once awed by magic, like when she was so excited to attend Chariot’s performance as a child. Maybe she’ll finally learn to be humble with this lesson learned. Hell, maybe she’ll even gain new powers as a result.

Or maybe all of the above. Who knows?

In any case, there’s more for Diana in store and I can’t wait to see how that plays out. Diana is not there to be Akko’s enemy, after all, like I said since the beginning. She’s her own character just like Akko so it’d be absurd for her to not have her own story to develop.

Ursula/Chariot - *makes strangling noises* Tfw you want to know what’s the deal behind all her secrecy but at the same time, want to enjoy everything this anime has to offer without spoiling any intended effects!!!!! AAAAGGGHHH!!!!!

*deflates* Well, at least we’ve been getting more flashbacks and clues about Chariot lately. The trials Akko is currently facing seem like the same ones Chariot underwent when she was young. But while no one knows how things will turn out for Akko (I think it’s safe to bet she’ll get a happy ending, though), it is sort of implied that Chariot came up short and might’ve paid a hefty price for it.

Like, if Akko’s encounter with Professor Woodward was any indication, maybe she had to give up her identity as Chariot? Maybe she couldn’t harness the Grand Triskelion’s power and had to seal it by throwing her past away?

I dunno, just a thought.

There’s also those flashbacks from ep 11 to consider and I’ve seen pictures of Chariot facing off against another witch (also pictured in those flashbacks), whose profile looks every bit the antagonist this show has been missing. So I wonder when she’ll appear and how it’ll affect the story.

But like I said, I’m content to wait it out. Reveal Chariot’s backstory in increments per episode and build it up that way. I’m not going anywhere so just don’t disappoint me. :)

Oh, and if DVD/Blu-ray sales for LWA go really well, we should demand an OVA from Trigger centering around Chariot’s past and all the adventures she’s experienced at Luna Nova. Agree? AgreeAgreeAgree?!?! 8D

Bonus: Supporting Charas - Just wanted to say that I love these girls and that I’m glad they’ve grown close enough that they can casually hang out like this to roast Akko. <3

Here’s hoping they’ll be accompanying Akko in the grand finale cuz I’m sure the climax is going to be BIG. It’s going to be BIG, I tell you. BIG.

And please have Sucy spit on someone’s face before this ends. Please oh please please PLEASE pretty please? *puppy eyes* (◕ฺω◕ฺ)

Dr. Strand: I was under the impression that’s what all of this was about. Your show, your podcast, is about the Black Tapes, but… it’s also about us.

Alex: What do you mean, ‘us’?

Dr. Strand: Well, it’s definitely about me, but… I listened to your show recently. All of it. And at some point it became about you. You are at the center of this with me, yes.

Alex: …Yes…

Dr. Strand: Whatever happens, you have to know… you can trust me.

Alex: Oh, that’s not an issue between us.

Dr. Strand: Alex. It’s obvious from what Coralee revealed that I’m being followed, and there have been instances where you seem to have, too, so… we have to watch over each other. We’ll figure this out, but only if there’s a trust between us. That has to be our starting point now, or there’s no moving forward.

Alex: …Okay.

Dr. Strand: Okay.

Meeting the Family - Zach Werenski

Originally posted by phillymyers

Ok I’m super super happy with how this turned out!!!! I genuinely hope you guys like it too so please let me know what you think! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 941

Warnings: a little steam at the end but mostly fluff!

Request: “Can I request another zach one where you either meet his parents or the team/wags (your choice) as his girlfriend (and you play for the pride:) merci beaucoup!!” - @brooke5bb

Up next: Miles Wood


“Babe you have to calm down” Zach chuckled as he watched you touch up your hair and makeup for what seemed like the tenth time.

“I’m meeting your parents for the first time! I have to look perfect!” you groaned, smoothing down the front of your top.

“You always look perfect!  You could be wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt and they’d still think the world of you. Also you play hockey so you automatically have an in” He reassured, sitting down on your bed.

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smallinsaneone  asked:

Lams fic recs?


i’ve found a lot of new ones since my first/last rec, and i’m giving you everything i’ve got. let’s go.

first and foremost, one of the fics i mentioned in my last rec, in the place to be, wrapped up. BUT there’s a sequel that’s in the works, “more than anyone bargained for”. the sequel picks up three years after ITPTB left off and washington’s up for reelection. (spoiler alert) john’s father dies and so john goes to south carolina for the funeral. alex fucks up some shit while john is away, so he goes to SC with the intention of coming clean and apologizing but ends up proposing instead. the rest of the fic basically revolves around all the secrets that come out about alex and john’s pasts as they’re trying to plan the wedding. and holy shit. holy shit. this fic is DRAMATIC. there are so many secrets, so many giant things, but the reader doesn’t learn about any of it until someone in the fic finds out, or john or alex finds out that someone knows or something like that. it’s insane, the cliffhangers, the amount of stress this fic gives me, in a good way. it’s such a slippery slope of everything going to shit but i LOVE IT. i personally think it’s even better than the original, but you kinda gotta read ITPTB first in order for half of this to make sense.

“concrete jungle where opportunity awaits” is another lams college au, which i just started. pretty standard. fans of the (hhh)eoy universe would probably get a kick out of this since it’s almost the same thing.

“e=mc^2″ is one of the most creative plots and characterizations i’ve seen in fic. coffee shop au, technically, but alex is mute. v original and good, but a couple things to note. not for the easily triggered. there’s use of cigarettes, mentions of suicide, and probably a couple other things that aren’t in the tags that i can’t think of. also the author started doing alternate endings to the chapters. these have no relation to the events of the story and technically don’t have to be read, but they’re not as happy as the events in the actual chapters. those also have trigger warnings for blood, hospitals, and people being dicks, so far. it’s also something to be aware of if you’re gonna binge read it so it doesn’t get confusing. it starts around like chapter 3 or 4.

even though it’s the asker’s fic, i’m also recommending “eyes like broken christmas lights” because it’s another one of the most creative plots i’ve seen. college au technically, but with the ultimate heartbreaking plot twist that affects the entire rest of the story. so good. i want to wrap alex in blankets.

if you’re looking for cute cute and more cute, there’s the “finding their home” series. it’s your standard modern au of the revolutionary set living and adventuring in new york city. lots of adorable lams and also LOTS of very heartwarming friendship interactions that make my heart all fuzzy.

another fake dating au to add to the mix is “frankly, it’s a tad exhilarating”. john enlists his roommate alex to pretend to be his boyfriend to prove to his homophobic father that he’s actually gay. alex is super happy to help and also a coy little flirt. john’s feelings don’t stay fake for very long. pretty standard, lots of pining, so much pining, and it’s still in progress so things are heating up in more ways that one ;D

ham school musical”. a lams hsm au. john is troy. alex is gabriella. do i really need to say any more?

the “king’s college” series is yet another college au but it’s just a bunch of schmoopy adorable one-shots that are just cute schmoop because who can get enough of cute schmoopy lams?

can’t remember if i put this is my last one, but there’s also the “leg day” series which is nice. john has purple hair and works at the ice rink where alex practices. not a lot of major plot, and some might consider their laurens really out of character, but it’s written really well, i like it a lot.

there’s another really creative one called “skylark” which is supposedly going to involve lots of activism and nuclear weapons? it only has one chapter so far, but it’s by the same person who writes rochambeau so i’m really excited for it, it should be good. the first chapter is great too.

quite possibly the only canon era fic that’s going in here is the “there must be 50 ways to please your lover” series. no plot, just sex. very delicious.

another one that’s not for the easily triggered is “where it wasn’t supposed to be”. john is at the laundromat and the guy at the machine next to him, alex, is washing blood out of his clothes. turns out alex is in an abusive relationship, but john happens to work at a crisis center, so. updates pretty often. alex needs to be protected at all costs. i feel like this rec isn’t as exciting to read as the last one. oh well. we’re still going.

another short fic to throw at you, “you’ve got something i need”. john is a high school history teacher, and alex subs for him one day. told over social media and texts. a few ocs but it’s cute af. there’s only one chapter left to be posted though apparently.

a few excellent one-shots before i finish up. “take it, just don’t break it” aka 5 times john told alex to be gentle and one time he didn’t. way cuter than i anticipated???? the end kills me so much, it’s so great. i might just go back and read it again now that i’m talking about it.

don’t trust too much your bloom”. alex is a poetry nerd, john not so much. or maybe he is? there’s not that much plot, but i put this in here because i actually remember getting dizzy when i read this. like, in a good way. it was so sweet and adorable and fluffy, but it was also SO SENSUAL and hot and delicious and i can’t even explain it. it filled me with something.

my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you”. kind of an office au, but you don’t have to know the office to appreciate this, cuz i don’t and this was so good. i read it this morning cuz it was probably posted within the last day and oh my god it’s so good. alex has body image issues and is also in love with john but super oblivious to how john feels about him. same with john and how alex feels about him. but then things happen and it’s SO GOOD i couldn’t thin of words enough to put in the comments but it’s really really good. ugh. alex needs to be protected. again.

but the ultimate one shot is “evoking spirits”. written by the same person who writes (hhh)eoy, this is a reincarnation au where alex realizes who he is but john doesn’t, and alex is determined to “wake john up”. holy shit. i have no words of praise strong enough for this piece of writing. it’s nice and long, but none of it feels like fluff or unnecessary. the characterization is amazing, the writing is extraordinary, the sexual tension and the build, the ending. everything is so good. this is a must read imo.

AND FINALLY, even though this isn’t technically lams, i’m including it because it’s one of my faves. “the chat where it happens”. skype chat between the hamilsquad and eventually several other historical figures from the revolution, whether they were characters in the musical or not. no plot. pure crack. ridiculous as hell. meta as hell. updates often. lots of memes. anime talk that i don’t really understand. funny as FUCK, oh my GOD, the amount of times i laughed so hard i couldn’t breathe while reading this fic, i can’t even count. i’m putting this in because it’s the ultimate feel-good, side-splitting laughter fic in the hamilton fandom. HOWEVER, it’s elams, not lams. also jeffmads and lafucles as well as other couples, but jeffmads is featured a lot. if that really doesn’t float your boat, “marijuana squadjuana” and “ravioli ravioli give me the squadioli” are similar in terms of crack, lack of actual plot, and me crying because i’m laughing so much, AND they are lams.

PHEW. THAT’S IT. WE’RE DONE. thank you so much for sending me another ask, i kinda love putting recs together like this now. i had a lot of fun making this. as i said in the beginning, this plus my first rec is pretty much everything i’ve got, but don’t be afraid to send me more messages asking for recs, i’m sure i’ll find more soon. and as with my last rec, my ultimate recommendation is refreshing the alex/john tag on ao3 several times a day ^-^