oh hey look! i finally made these!

headcanon time! so @deohsogay and i were talking and as we all know, vasquez is a giant fucking lesbian and has been out and proud since she was in high school probably and long story short, her gaydar is off the charts

so OBVIOUSLY she has alex figured out from the moment she steps into the deo. and at first she’s not sure if alex is just lowkey and private but then she realises wow alex does not know that she is in fact a giant lesbian

and this amuses vasquez to no end because alex is the gayest gay to ever gay in the history of gay, and she has absolutely no idea. and after a while it gets to vasquez and she cant hold it in anymore so their conversations go a little like this

‘vasquez i got a new motorbike!’
‘i said yay! how exciting!’

‘vasquez i went to the movies last night and saw this one with kristen stewart in it she’s so cool i really like her’
‘what was that?’
‘thespian! you love actors!’

and when maggie shows up on the scene, you bet your ass vasquez hears all about the stupid, short, dimpled cop with shiny eyes who annoys the shit out of alex and vasquez is like oh my god she has a crush is this what it feels like to be proud of your children and she watches closely at the way alex smiles when maggie is around and she sees the way maggie looks at alex and she’s like ‘i give them three months and theyll be engaged’

‘it’s okay, vasquez i dont need back up, maggie’s coming with me’
‘you are so gay’
‘excuse me?’
‘you sure youre okay?’

ANYWAY so after this back and forth for years, FINALLY alex approaches vasquez one day and is like ‘hey susan did you know that maggie and i are dating and also i am gay’

and vasquez goes OH THANK GOD! and she pulls out this huge fucking scrapbook and it’s called DEOh So Gay: The Gaygent Danvers Story by susan vasquez and it’s literally a scrapbook made up of sneaky photos she took of alex’s gayest outfits and also written down documentation of every time alex said or did something gay and alex is blushing and also laughing because she’s so happy she’s come so far and vasquez is a good friend and also maggie loves it and it sits on their coffee table for the rest of their lives


Ghostbusters! (x)


Definition: Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.

Word Count: 2,866.

A/N: In honor of the official premiere for SM:HC, I came up with this insanely cute fic that will just about melt your heart. (you can thank me later) Hope you enjoy! <3 (no spoilers)

* credit to the note saying used is found here.

Originally posted by spiderholland

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Okay so @xxtorchxx did the thing, prompted by @bridgetteirish and @reginalovesemma. I’m just finishing what they started. M’lud.

Alex knows that a cupcake isn’t enough, not for Kara’s appetite or for the level of damage to her feelings. It had been tough to choke back revulsion long enough to pretend that the alien frat boy might be a viable option, but thankfully Kara had been talked off that ‘complicated’ subject pretty quickly. She’d all but chased Alex out of the door before midnight, unheard of for their late night gossip sessions.

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How can you stand there?

A whisper from me

Yet, somehow be so far away

In eyes once familiar how stranger I seem

With so many words left to say

Day Five | Part 5

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these past few days! Part four can be found here.

You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself, but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter, that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.

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The Reveal

Pairing(characters): Jensen x Reader, Jared, Genevieve, 

Summary: Just two weeks after giving birth Jensen is excited to finally reveal to the fans and the world your newborn. You’ve kept the secret but how will everyone react?

Word Count: 1118

Warnings: Daddy!Jensen (yeah, that’s a warning), mostly fluff, giant dorks, typical J2 banter, talk of exhaustion but briefly

A/N: Randomness has been popping into my head lately. I hope y’all enjoy. And thanks to @impalaimagining and all her excitement. And always, thanks to my roommate for putting up with me @thisisnowmylife-gdi

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

  “Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!” Richard yelled into the microphone before he patted each man on the shoulder and exited the stage. The crowd erupted in cheers and screams as each man gave bows and waved to the fans gathered in the large room.

 “Hey guys!” Jared said as the room began to quiet down. The whole room responded in kind which made Jensen smile as he sipped on his second coffee of the day.

 “Hello, hello.” The words finally came out after he swallowed down the contents of his cup.

 “Before we get started, I think everyone has something to say to you.” Jared looked over at his best friend.


“Congratulations!” The shouts and cheers came from the room and grew louder as Jared quickly wrapped Jensen in a hug.

 After the room finally grew quieter Jensen smiled and quickly said into his mic. “Thanks! God, I’m exhausted. Is this how you always feel?” He had turned to Jared.

 “Try having three kids. Not just the newborn.” Jared teased.

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Entry #1 - About Last Night - Smut - By @maddie110201

Originally posted by punksciles

Author: @maddie110201
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,123
Prompt:  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.”

“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true.” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

Justin and I have been together for 6 years now. We met when we were 19 through a mutual friend and have been together ever since. He was my best friend and i loved him so very much. From old photos to new ones, I could tell that Justin had aged since we have been together, and it made my heart flutter knowing I was his soulmate. There was a slight problem, however…I have not aged one bit.

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The angel and demon walked through the mean parts of Toon Town, smoking cigarettes and puffing out smoke that could pollute the whole town if big enough. They had just completed another ink raid, this time obtaining a dozen crates of the black liquid. They smiled and laughed with one another as they started to become a little woozy from all the smoke. Minutes turned into hours of silence until the charming demon spoke up.

“Well, Abel. I must say. I think I figured out your deepest secret.”

Abel lifted an eyebrow at his sly devil friend, and asked, “Oh? And what would that be?”

“You’re getting soft.” Bendy replied with a smug grin, causing the angel to stop in place and give him a confused look.

“Eh? Soft? What do you mean?” He questioned.

“When we first met, I thought you’d kill me right on the spot, but look at us! We’re best pals, and also, everytime we encounter some punk who wants to challenge us, we beat em, right? But when it comes to the opportunity for when we can kill em, you let em go. You’re going soft, my feathered friend.” Bendy answered, suddenly reaching to take Abel’s cigar and putting it in his mouth.

‘He may sound like an idiot, but he’s right on all counts. Guess there’s no fooling Bendy.’ Abel thought, realizing his friend is not so hollow headed as he made him out to be.

‘I can’t tell him that, though! He’ll tease me for the rest of my life, and then I’ll have no choice but to kill him. I don’t like proving him right, either.’

Abel Angel and Bendy have been good friends for the past 3 years, and they pretty much know almost everything about each other. They know each other’s background, they know the tricks they both hide up their sleeves, and they know how many shots the other can drink before passing out.

Bendy, of course, is very nosy and loves to push Abel’s buttons, mostly by calling him a cherub and stealing his halo. He likes to tease the angel by saying stuff like he can’t draw a revolver faster than he can, and of course, Abel would try to prove him wrong.

It mostly ends up in disaster.

Abel, on the other hand, likes to insult his amigo mostly by physical means. He punches him on the shoulder, he flicks him on the head, and he kicks the back of his knee. Most of the time, Abel suddenly grabs Bendy, carries him on his back, and takes off soaring into the air with his humongous wings, which would scare the living daylights out of the devil.

This time, Bendy had really set an alarm off in Abel’s mind and he knew that, for once…

His devilish friend really was completely right.

Abel scoffed as he said, “Pft. What? Soft? Little ol’ me? Nah! I’m just showing them that they should learn from their mistakes, and that they shouldn’t mess with us.”

“Mmhmmmm.” The demon nodded, laughing as Abel quickly retrieved his cigar and snuffed it out.

“Besides, I could still kill you right here. I just wanted to grant you a few more days to live.” Abel leered as he pulled out his revolver and aimed it at Bendy’s head, wearing a smug grin on his countenance.

“Oh hahahaha. You wanna play, cherub?” Bendy snickered as he, too, grabbed his revolver and aimed it right below Abel’s chin.

They both exchanged glares of dominance while threatening to pull their triggers until suddenly…


Abel and Bendy immediately pointed their guns towards the source of the noise. They traded each other a look of uncertainty, and shrugged their shoulders.

“We gotta check that out.” Both friends said at the same time.

“Jinx! You owe me a shot, angel cake.” Bendy said, causing Abel to scoff. The angel grabbed the demon’s wrist and dragged him towards where they heard the crash.

Once they arrived, they saw three toons, each one holding an empty beer bottle, standing in a circle. They were all cackling whilst smashing the beer bottles against the concrete, and Abel swore he heard something, or someONE, whimper. He furrowed his brow and looked at Bendy, who shared the same expression.

The toons consisted of two twin hyenas, both matted with messy fur and bandages. The other toon was a big lion, whose mane was tangled with little scraps of trash and bits of glass. All of the toons wore matching brass knuckles, torn up vests, ripped jeans, and black biker boots. On the back of their vests read, “The Flooding Inkwells.”

“Ugh. The Flooding Inkwells. These assholes used to bother me all the time and they would always push me around. Of course, I shot each one of them at least once, but I always missed the head.” Bendy growled.

“Like I told you, devil boy. You’re a bad aim.” Abel replied, slowly aiming his revolver near the lion’s feet.

“Oh shut up, you wimpy little cherub.” Bendy scoffed, who wore a child-like pout.

When he found the perfect opportunity to shoot, the angel shot a clear bullet near the lion’s foot, which made the lion jump. He turned around to find Abel and Bendy staring right at them, already ready to throw a few punches.

“Hey, Buck. Haven’t seen your ugly mug in a while. How’s the family? Oh, right. You don’t have one.” Bendy stated.

The lion toon gave the smug demon a glare, before finally responding with a smile, “Well, can’t miss what you never had, right Bendy?”

Bendy growled, ready to charge towards Buck, but Abel held him back. Buck noticed this, and nodded to Abel.

“Who’s this? You made a friend, demon? What’s your name, little man?” He asked.

“Look, you and your pets and I are obviously not going to get know each other on a first name basis. Whatever you guys are doing, just stop now, or else.” Abel threatened the trio, who just burst out in hysteric laughter.

“Oh, that’s rich! What are you gonna do, angel face? Play your harp? Ooh I’m so scared!! Hahahaha!!!” One of the hyenas cackled. His twin came over and they both high fived the other. Abel looked at them in disgust and rolled his eyes, Bendy doing the same.

“Then come on, feathers. Show us what the f**k you’re made of.” Buck threatened, motioning for Abel to come at him.

“That’s my line.” Abel said as he charged first for the hyenas. He flew right past them and they both managed to climb onto his back and started to rip some feathers from his wings. Abel, the genius he was, began to twist his body in the air very fast, flailing the hyenas around until they hit the wall, heads first. They fell onto the ground, blood flowing from the back of their heads.

Abel landed back on the ground and dusted his wings. He turned around, ready to pounce on Buck, but he saw that Bendy had already taken care of him, eyeing a bullet wound in the lion’s shoulder. The angel looked at Bendy, whose clothes were wrinkled and wore scratches on his face and body. He was panting heavily, and some of his ink started to drip off his body.

He obviously put up one hell of a fight.

Bendy noticed Abel’s concerned look towards his condition and said, “Eh. I’ve had worse.”

Abel chuckled, and was about to walk back over to his friend, until he heard a whimper. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked behind him.

It was a puppy. A very small puppy.

“Oh. My. God.” Both the mobsters said in unison.

“THIS is what those toons were threatening? A pup?! That’s just beyond cruel!” Bendy exclaimed.

“Who’s getting soft now, huh?” Abel teased.

“Abel, it’s a dog. They can’t fight for themselves. Look, it’s shaking.”

Abel took one look again at the dog, and immediately his heart broke.

The dog was in a terrible condition. It was so skinny that you could see its ribs. Their brown fur was rough and prickly and covered in dust and crumbs. The dog’s eyes looked so sad, one was blue, whilst the other was amber. Its tail was hidden in between its legs, and it could barely stand. It didn’t have any tags either, so that automatically names it as a stray. It whimpered, once again, as it looked at Abel and Bendy.

“I want it.” Bendy said, immediately putting his heart, something Abel thought was nonexistent, before his mind, which Abel also thought was nonexistent.

“Eh?!” Abel said, staring at Bendy in shock.

“Angel, it needs a home! I am completely putting my reputation to the side here to help this poor creature! Try to place yourself in their paws! The poor thing must be frightened!”

Abel could not believe a single word that poured out of the demon’s mouth. He wanted to actually HELP this dog, and he was willing to sacrifice his tough guy reputation, which he has worked so hard to maintain for so many years, for this one dog. Honestly, the angel was dumbfounded. He stared at the demon with his mouth agape, but eventually gave up, knowing that once Bendy put his mind to something,

There was no stopping him.

“They’re all yours, bud.” Abel said, which made a smile grow on the devil’s face.

Bendy knelt down, Abel following him soon after, and held his hand out to the dog and said in a hushed tone, “It’s okay, buddy. We’re not gonna hurt you. Heck, we just risked our lives for ya. Come here, fluffball. You’re safe. You’re completely safe.”

After a few more persuasions, the puppy finally limped on over and found its way into Bendy’s arms. It plopped on down and rested its head on the devil’s forearm, sending chills up Bendy’s spine.

The dog was very cold! No wonder it was shivering! It must have been very tired too, cause not even five seconds go by before it falls asleep. Bendy looked at it with a caring countenance, while Able just stared at the whole situation with bewilderment.

Slowly, both toons stood back up, their gazes focused on nothing but the dog. Abel looked at Bendy, who looked back at him with a smile. The angel returned the smile, and patted his friend on the back. They both started to walk back down their path, until Abel asked,

“Well, puppy lover. What are you gonna name em?”

Bendy looked at the dog, and realized it was a boy. He pondered many options of names that he could name this dog.

“Well, it’s a boy, so what about Fighto?” Bendy suggested, and Abel immediately shook his head.

“What about….Dixie?” The angel asked.

“Hell no.” Bendy replied, making Abel pout.

After pondering and pondering, Bendy found it.

“What about…Littlefoot?”

Abel took one look at the sleeping pup, and nodded his head.

“Yep. Perfect.” He said.

Bendy chuckled, and started to slowly stroke the dog.

“You’re the mom, angel face.” The demon smirked.

“Wait what?”


Mob Boss Bendy belongs to @thelostmoongazer

Abel the Angel belongs to @the-vampire-inside-me

Watched this: https://youtu.be/L3MtFGWRXAA

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Relationship Goals- Cole Fluff

Request:  May i ask for a Cole imagine? where YN like Cole is a former disney child star,but she stepped out from the spotlight for some time for herself and reunited with Dylan and Cole in college where they started to date The fans LOVE them together( they’re couple goals) and when it’s revealed that she’ll play Sabrina Spellman on Riverdlae, even the cast (also fans) freak out. what do you think?

Warnings: Mild language, fluff.

Notes: btw, J.B. Moranville is the actual producer of the show and Lee (Toland Krieger) is one of the actual directors too :) The scene that she’s shooting is when Veronica and Cheryl have a sleepover, but instead of Veronica, it’s Sabrina (your character) 


My head was buried in a book, at the library of NYU. A tap on my shoulder disturbed me from my intense study. Probably another fan. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when a fan comes up to me and asks for a photo or autograph, but it’s times like this -when I’m stressed for exams- when it’s not a good time to disturb me. I turn around though, and was faced by Dylan Sprouse - my best friend from when we were kids. Dylan, his twin Cole and I were the best of friends -inseparable even- when we were kids, because we were all childhood actors. We drifted apart due to life being thrown at us from all different directions. 

“Dylan! Oh my god! What are you doing here!”, I ask, leaping out of my seat and embracing him tightly. 

“Oh this and that”, he laughs. “Nah, Cole and I study here”

“Holy shit! How did I not know this”,I laugh. 

“Hey, sit with me at lunch? I’m over by the Washington Square Park”, Dylan smiled at me. I nod and agree. We said our goodbye’s and I went back to studying. 

– Lunch –

I made my way to the park area of the uni where Dylan said he’d be. As I got closer, I saw Dylan and a couple of his friends. 

“Ayee, look who finally showed up!”, Dylan laughed, getting up from his seat and embraced me.

“Cole, look who studies here too”


“Cole!”, I shrieked in excitement and embraced him in a tight him. I sat down in between Dylan and Cole and joined in on the conversation they were having with their friends.

– 5 years later –

Cole and I started dating a few months after we re-united at NYU. We announced it to the fans too; they absolutely love and support us, and we’ve been called “relationship goals” a lot. A Majority of our fans ships Cole and I.

Cole is currently working on a new tv show called ‘Riverdale’. The producer, J.B. Moranville, has asked if I would like to play the new character that’s being introduced named ‘Sabrina Spellman’. Of course, I agreed and have been filming for about two weeks. The whole cast and crew even call Cole and I “goals”. When we announced it to the fans, they went insane (in a good way of course). They came up of lots of theories about Jughead -Cole’s character -  and Sabrina getting together in the show, and most of them have even started shipping them.

“Oh, Y/n. Are you ready for the scene now?”, Lee, the director, asked. I nodded and placed myself on Cheryl’s bed and we shot the scene. 

“And cut!”, the director called out. “Take 15 everyone”. I got up and saw Cole and K.J messing around behind the cameras.

“Great job today, Y/n”, K.J smiles and high-fives me. I laugh and thank him.

“Do you get off early tonight?”, Cole asks me.

“Yeah I think so. Do you?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna do something?”, Cole asks. K.J laughs and smirks at us. I roll my eyes and reply;

“Nah, I’m too tired. Sleep is the only thing I want to do”

“Besides Cole of course”, K.J winks. I laugh and agree. 

“Sleep’s fine with me”, Cole says after laughing for a bit. 

After a few more hours, I get dressed into some sweatpants and one of Cole’s jumpers and wait for him to arrive back from set. I heard the door open after a few minutes of waiting.


“In here”, I call from the bedroom. Cole comes in within a matter of seconds and plops down on the bed, releasing a sigh of relief. 

“Relatable”. Cole laughs at my statement. 

“Let me go get changed and then we can cuddle”

“Sounds good to me”, I smile at him.

Teenage Feysand Pt. 2

So, I was going to wait to post this later, but it all came to me at once, and I just couldn’t wait. Thank you all for the positive feedback for this fic. I’m so grateful that y’all liked it. I’m most definitely going to write part 3 now, so stay tuned. 

Feyre made it her own personal goal to torture me with wanting any time we were together. She always stood too far away to touch but not far enough for me to get away from that intoxicating scent of hers.

One afternoon, we had a camp meeting with all the Illyrians in training. My brothers and I were standing in the back of the room, trying to stay away from the attention of Lord Devlon. He wouldn’t touch me, but he would make an example of my brothers if one of us got out of line. I made to give Cassian a pointed look to keep quiet while the camp leader spoke. He merely gazed back at me and shrugged. That’s when I noticed the golden-brown head making its way through the gathered crowd to come stand at my side. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed Feyre’s attire. She was in full Illyrian fighting leathers in all their skin-tight glory. Fingers snapped in my face rather impatiently a moment later.

“Honestly, Rhys, I’m beginning to find your staring uncomfortable,” Feyre said and turned back to the meeting taking place. I noticed the slow blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks though and decided that I particularly liked how she looked when she was flustered.

So, naturally, I leaned into her, making sure to brush my lips over the shell of her ear, as I whispered, “Well, Feyre, I can’t help but stare when you look absolutely irresistible.” Her cheeks reddened further at my remark, but I simply turned back to Devlon barking something about our inability to keep our barracks clean. I could feel Feyre’s eyes on me, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly I wanted to kiss her at that moment. I was doing an excellent job of pretending she didn’t exist until I felt a finger brush down the inside of my left wing.

I shuttered at the touch, but gritted my teeth. Feyre was not Illyrian, but she knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, which was exactly why she knew where to touch to drive me crazy. She ran another finger down the membranous inside of my wing, and I lost it. In an instant, I had her by the hand and was dragging her out the door of the meeting hall with a look back at Cassian to cover for me if they came looking. My brother just gave me a smirk and whispered something to Azriel that had them both laughing under their breath.

When we were in the safety of the forest, far enough that any sound wouldn’t cause alarm, I finally let go of Feyre’s hand and turned to face her.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to shove her against a tree and take her like she was mine. Feyre flinched at my tone and looked mortifyingly apologetic.

“Rhys, I-I’m sorry. I thought you-Oh my god I’m such an idiot,” she said and turned away from me, wrapping her arms around herself. I instantly felt terrible at the crack in her voice and made to grab her arm, but she flinched away from my touch.

“Hey…Feyre. Feyre, please look at me,” I said earnestly. She turned her head slightly, allowing me to gaze into her eyes. “I’m not angry with you. It just caught me off guard. Please talk to me,” I pleaded.

She finally turned to me fully but remained silent. I realized she was thinking of a way to get out of this, so I said suddenly, “Tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

She didn’t seem thrilled about this idea, but she gave me a small smile and said, “I’m thinking that you’re rather adorable when you’re all horny and frustrated. I’m thinking that your reputation with females should scare me away, but I can’t seem to stay away from the pretty son of the High Lord…”

“You think I’m pretty?” I said with a grin. She punched my arm at that and glared at me, “I think you’re a pompous ass.” My grin widened, and I took a bold step closer to her, making her take a cautious step back towards the tree behind her.

I halted my advances when she looked up at me expectantly, waiting to hear my thoughts. I looked down at her, and my smile turned softer as I took in her features.

“I’m thinking…” I said slowly, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger, “I’m thinking that I’ve never been this obsessed with getting a female’s attention before. I’m thinking that I might die if you reject me again. I’m thinking that you are so damn beautiful that sometimes I can’t control myself around you, and if that makes me a pompous ass then I apologize, but I cannot stay away from you, Feyre. And I don’t know why, but it scares the hell out of me.”

She looked up into my face then and smiled. Not the same small smiles that she normally gave me, but a broad grin so beautiful it took the breath right out of me.

“Kiss me, Rhys,” she said, fisting the front of my loose cotton shirt in her small hands. I did. I leaned in slowly and kissed her with the gentleness that she deserved. I let the kiss be slow until she initiated anything else, but I almost lost it when her hands slid into my hair, and she tugged. I groaned against her mouth and pushed her back against the tree. Her small gasp at the impact sent chills down my spine, and I quickly claimed her mouth again. This time she was the one to groan, and I nearly passed out as she bit down on my lower lip and her tongue asked for entrance.

I gladly obliged her, and our tongues began fighting for the chance to explore. I let hers win, and another shiver went down my spine as she explored my mouth. I felt like I was on fire, like this might be how I was going to die, against this tree with Feyre’s mouth on mine. Before I could reach for the hem of her shirt, before I could explore her body, a throat cleared behind us.

Shit,” I muttered and turned to find my mother standing behind us.

“RHYSAND ADAM!” my mother exclaimed as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me away from Feyre, “You know I am an understanding mother, but a little warning would be nice before you go off with your girlfriend. I’ve been looking for you for the entire afternoon. Oh, hello Feyre, you’re looking lovely.” Feyre blushed further and gave my mother a short wave.

I threw an apologetic look at Feyre and turned back to my mother, “Mom…I told Cas and Az to tell you where I was. I’m sorry.”

She looked unsatisfied with my answer, but she suddenly turned to Feyre, who was looking everywhere but at my mother’s warm face. “Darling, don’t look so mortified. If only you knew what Rhysand’s father and I have been caught doing in this very fore-”

“MOTHER PLEASE,” I screamed in horror. She merely laughed and made her way back towards the camp. About a hundred yards away, she turned back to us and said with a small smile, “Rhysand, I expect you to bring Feyre to dinner. Of course, if that’s alright with you, Feyre.” Feyre nodded, and my mother, satisfied, continued her walk back to the camp.

When she was out of sight and ear shot, I walked back to Feyre and took her hands in mine, “I apologize for my mother. She’s a gentle creature, but she is a meddling little thing.” A fond smile came to my lips at the thought of my mother. Feyre merely brushed back a stray strand of my too-long hair from my forehead and smiled, “I guess I’d better go get dressed for family dinner then.”

She ducked under my arm and started walking back the way my mother had exited. I stood there admiring the swing of her hips in her fighting leathers until she turned back to me and said, “Are you coming with me or not?”

I realized then that I would go anywhere if it was with her. I ran to join her, a smile playing at my lips at the realization that had come to me. “What are you smiling about?” she asked with a wary look in my direction. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and said, “Oh, nothing you need to be concerned with.” She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she just wrapped her arm around my waist, and we walked like that back to the camp where family dinner awaited us. I sent a silent prayer to the Cauldron for my family not to fuck this up.

Traffic - Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: None
Synopsis: Stuck in heavy traffic bored and listening to their friends make out in the backseat, a phonecall changes the ride. 

“The accident clean-up is moving incredibly slowly and officials say the roads may not be cleared for a few hours yet. Reports say there are over two-hundred cars stuck in the traffic on this sunny afternoon.”

Clint groaned and leant forward to turn off the radio, Wanda immediately glaring at him.

“That was my only alternate noise source, Clint!”

“Wanda it’s just more updates on us being suck in this car for hours”

“Yes, but there’s no other noise to cover the sound of you two slurping in the backseat”

You laughed along with Natasha at this. Clint and Nat had recently got together after about a year of circumstances and barriers to their relationship, they were enjoying it.

“Wanda, leave them alone, it’s been a long time coming”

Despite being happy for your friends, you grimaced at the display they were making in the backseat of your car. A gurgling from the engine drew your eyes back towards the front of the car.

“I really hope she makes it through the traffic, I don’t want to be another build-up on the roads because my car gave out”

“The sooner you get rid of this piece of junk the better”

“Wanda, I’m trying to sell it. There are pages on all three of the back windows, nobody wants to buy”

The traffic moved forward an inch for the first time in twenty minutes leading to Wanda cheering. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pulled it out and held it out to Wanda, who was wiggling in her seat again.

“Can you put this on speakerphone for me?”

“Can’t you do it?”

“I’m driving”

“We’re basically sitting”

“Well you two back there are practically lying down”

“Just answer the phone please”

Wanda answered the call and put it on speakerphone before placing it on the dashboard close to you.


“Yeah, hi, my names Steve Rogers. I saw the sign in the back of your car”

“Are you calling to buy it?”

There was a shuffling and some grunting before a different voice rang down the phone.

“Barnes here, we’ve been sat behind your car for about an hour and your two friends in the backseat are getting slowly more touchy and it’s starting to get real uncomfortable back here so please ask them to tone it down”

Wanda burst into laughter at this revelation, you grinned with her. Clint threw the finger up at the car behind and Natasha turned to see their observers. She waved at the blushing blonde man in front of the steering wheel.

“Duly noted, thank you, Steve and Barnes”

You hung up the phone, Wanda was now crying in the front seat. Clint and Natasha had separated their lips and had big smiles on their faces.

“That was embarrassing”

“Well maybe, next time, you’ll think about who can see you, while you dry hump in the backseat of your friend’s car”

Wanda choked through her words still laughing.

“That is the best thing ever to happen while I’m driving. I’ve never been more entertained”

Clint started giggling along with you and Wanda.

“Maybe we should put the radio back on”

Wanda flicked the radio on, they were playing music now. Wanda immediately burst into song and dance, you slowly began to join in with her, singing back-up and wiggling in your seat a little bit. You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel as the song built up, and Natasha leant forward, ready for her solo. Eventually, Clint joined in as well and you were all singing and dancing to the radio, finally a distraction from the terrible traffic and passionate kissing, you were finally having fun.

Your phone started buzzing, you turned down the radio and answered it.


“Hey, so this traffic huh?”

You looked in the mirror at the car behind, neither of the men was on the phone.

“Who is this?”

“Oh I’m in the car behind, I’m in the backseat. I didn’t get a turn to talk so I made my own call. I’m Sam”

“Who is it?”

You put your hand over the phone.

“It’s a third guy in the car behind us”

You returned to the mobile.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yeah, our Radio isn’t working and we couldn’t help but notice your embarrassing dancing. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind turning it up so we could hear it better. I feel like karaoke”

You laughed.


You hung up the phone and began opening your window, motioning for your friends to do the same. After all the windows were opened, they stared at you with questioning eyes. You grinned and put the radio back on, this time turning up the sound fully. You then raised your eyebrows at them and began singing again. Turning in your seat you stuck your arm out of the window and pointed at the car behind you. Nat and Clint turned to look at the car behind, a third man was now hanging out of his window singing back at you. They grinned at each other before also sticking their heads out of their windows and belting the song at the car behind.

After about twenty minutes of intense singing, the traffic began to move. You shoved yourselves back in the car and seized the opportunity to move forward. The movement quickly ended, however, and you were left sat in silence once more, only a few metres down the road from where you were.

“At least we can see the roundabout now? Traffic should mostly clear up when we take our turn?”

Wanda spoke in a hopeful tone but you weren’t sure. Neither was Nat.

“We could be stuck in this car for another three hours. We better get comfortable”

Natasha and Clint played thumb wars in the backseat while read the car manual for the sixth time. You stared at the car in front of you willing it to move. And the phone rang again. You shared a look with Wanda, you were about to grab the phone when Natasha swiftly reached through and snatched it from your sight.

“Hello? It’s the guys from the car behind again. Are you guys going to call us until we’re done with traffic?”

Natasha turned and put her finger up at the men behind, two laughed but the driver grimaced.

“What do you want this time?”

You didn’t hear the reply but Natasha grinned and the driver of the car behind flushed red. Nat, without a word, passed the phone to you. You held it against your ear, brow creased in confusion and apprehension.


“Hello, this is Barnes. My friend Steve over here is pretty shy but I happen to know that he finds you very cute-”


There ensued a fight for the phone, you watched what you assume to be Bucky punch his friend Steve to retain control of the phone while Sam laughed in the backseat.

“-and he was thinking that maybe you’d like to go to dinner”

Steve stared at the car in front hoping wildly that this would be over soon, he was mortified already. Now he would be stuck behind a woman who rejected him.

“Is he actually interested?”

“Wait would you say yes?”

Steve snapped his eyes to the phone.

“Is he genuinely interested?”

Bucky looked at Steve, who nodded.

“Yes he is”

“Can he ask me?”

Bucky held the phone out to Steve. Steve cleared his throat.



“Guess I should ask you out to dinner then?”

“Sure go ahead”

“Do you want to go out to dinner with me?”

“Yeah, okay. If we ever get out of this traffic”

Steve sighed in relief and grinned, Bucky could see his confidence increasing.

“I’ll call you”

You laughed at this line, not as shy as you thought.

“Woo! Traffic jam date!”

You tapped Wanda on the arm a few times, hearing the boys in the car laugh you relaxed.

“I have to go the traffics moving, but I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“You will”

You hung up the phone, the traffic was clearing, you’d be free in about fifteen minutes. While you were putting seat belts back on the car behind, quickly swerved around you, stopping next to you so that Steve could signal for you to call him and then quickly drove on, getting in front of you.

“Cheeky asshole”

You gaped at the car, the pair in the backseat laughing at Wanda. You started the car and began to move forward. You would run through your wardrobe when you got home, see what you had for your date. It was going to be a good summer.

About Last Night- Dave Hodgman

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dave x Reader

Words- 5,123

Warnings- SMUT, cheating, some have cried while reading (bwahahaha)

Prompt-  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.

A/N- So I wrote this for @dumbass-stilinski competition and wasn’t going to originally post this on my page,  however some people are asking for a part two so i would like to have both on my page. With that being said i will not write a part two unless you guys let me know what you want to see because i have absolutely no idea where to go from here!

Also, HAPPY DAVE WEEK Y’ALL. @ninja-stiles and i are so excited to see what y’all come up with!!!

Thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me. Shes such a babe. I hope y’all enjoy!!!!


Originally posted by lifeinabooktorn

“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

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Mommy Says

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 4,153ish (I did not expect that)
T/W: Fluff!
A/N: For Adorable Anon’s request: “Philip x reader where they’re married and have two daughters and Philip insists on the reader taking a day to herself while he watches the kids and it’s just a disaster lmao but it’s a cute disaster.”
Hahah, poor Philip! This is so cute! Also, yes, the kids call him daddy. I can’t see a 5 year old calling her father: father, or dad so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) (Mia is 5 and Riley is 7)
Tags: @justfangirlingaround@applesislife@iworshipmusicals

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” 

Philip felt as if he was in a waterbed with the way your two little girls, Mia and Riley were bouncing on the bed. He rolled onto his back as they continued to beckon him to well…wake up. Squinting when one of the girls pulled the curtain open to reveal the bright and shining sun outside. The other jumped up, landing on Philip, he didn’t even respond, her tiny body didn’t make much of a difference, even when falling on him. He placed his hands over his eyes, groaning a little after glancing at the clock. It was only 8:30. 

“Wake up!” Riley giggled, poking his bicep from the side of the bed as Mia shoved at his chest, over and over again.

Walking past the bedroom you saw what they were up to. Sighing, you entered the room. Pulling the curtains back, Philip hummed, as you fixed the situation. You gently moved Riley out of the way, sending her the direction of the door. Next, you picked up Mia, taking her off of Philip’s chest, telling her she is not Tarzan, nor is he. Setting her down you bent down to talk to them by the doorway. 

“Come on, girls, what did I say?” you asked in a gentle, but stern tone.

“Today’s daddy’s day off…,” they told you, looking at the floor. 

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Alone Together [j.j.]

Request: ‘Time Waster 4 was soooo good!! can I request a Jughead x reader where she also has to look after herself and had a tough job and Jughead does everything to get her out of it?’ - @nooneshoney

Alright so I tried to stick to the idea, I really did. But I kinda switched it up, hope you don’t mind. :)


Fear. It is something that has always been around. It tends to curl up inside of you, bothering you until it consumes your thoughts and is the only thing you think of as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep.

(Y/N) (L/N) had plenty of fears. She had a fear of heights (’they’re dangerous!’ she’d always claim), she had a fear of spiders (’anything with more then 6 legs shouldn’t exist!’), and she even had a fear of losing all her friends.

But the thing that she feared most of all, was failure.


Growing up, (Y/N)’s parents would always tell her that she was meant for greatness. Or at least, she was up until the day her parents’ marriage started falling apart. All she remembered was a fight, a slap, and her mother leaving and vowing to never come back.

Left alone, her dad turned to alcohol and all of a sudden, the wealthy (L/N) family fell from grace. The (L/N)’s company was under (Y/N)’s mom’s name and apart from a monthly check for $500, they hadn’t heard from her since.

Having grown up wealthy, the split left (Y/N) very shaken. She no longer had everything handed to her on a silver platter, a full ride to an Ivy League university no longer guaranteed. Money was short, the check only barely covering the rent on the small apartment that (Y/N) and her father had moved into.

Her life was falling apart.


Six months after the split, one of (Y/N)’s worst fears came true: she was failing her precalculus class (A/N: idk if that is the usual math for sophomore year but that’s what I took). The pressure was getting to her.

Seeing as the monthly check was only paying the rent, (Y/N) had decided to take up an after school job at a small business in the south side of Riverdale. It was a hectic schedule and she was struggling a lot more than she’d like to admit, but she couldn’t let any of her friends find out about her situation. She didn’t want their pity.

It was a Monday morning when another one of her fears came true: she was losing her friends. It had started when she walked into the school only to find Jughead and Betty waiting for her by her locker.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” she had asked, squeezing in between them to get to her locker.

“We were wondering if…” Betty trailed off, nudging Jughead.

“…if you wanted to join the Blue & Gold,” Jughead finished, shooting Betty an annoyed look and stepping away from her.

“Sorry guys,” (Y/N) had smoothly replied. “I’m pretty busy after school these days.”

“Doing what?” Jughead had questioned. “You quit the River Vixens and last time I checked, you don’t have any other extracurriculars.”

(Y/N) froze slightly before composing herself and turning around. Jughead noticed her weird behavior.

“Yeah I have some extra credit work to do,” she smiled. “It’s gonna take me a while. Sorry.”

Betty leaned into Jughead as (Y/N) walked away. “Something’s up with her.”

Jughead nodded in agreement.


The rest of the week passed without incident and neither Betty nor Jughead asked (Y/N) about her weird behavior. Friday however, was a different story.

“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said as she approached the (H/C) girl.

“Hey Ronnie!” she had smiled back.

“So it’s movie night tonight and it’s your turn to bring Pop’s,” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows.

(Y/N)’s smile faltered. “Oh Ronnie, I can’t go today.”

Archie, who had come up behind (Y/N) to surprise her, stopped in surprise.

“What?” he asked in disbelief. “(Y/N/N), you’ve never missed a movie night.”

The girl looked down at her shoes before shrugging, “Something came up Arch. I’m sorry.”

Veronica and Archie stood together as (Y/N) walked away. As she turned the corner, they were joined by Betty and Jughead.

“So what’s up with her?” Veronica asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

“You guys noticed it too?” replied Betty.

“How could we not?” exclaimed Archie. “She’s never acted this way before. I mean, missing out on movie night?”

“We have to find out what’s wrong,” Veronica said.

The three friends grew silent at Veronica’s words, thinking of a plan. All at once, they turned to Jughead, who was distractedly staring down the hallway where (Y/N) had disappeared from.

Feeling their stares, Jughead turned slowly.

“Oh no. I am not getting involved in your little plan.”

Betty, Veronica, and Archie all smiled at each other.


The smell of alcohol reached (Y/N)’s nostrils before she even opened the door to the apartment, only getting stronger when she managed to unlock it. She quietly made her way to her room, not wanting to wake up her father who was sleeping on the couch (he had quite the temper), and quickly changed into her work uniform.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” the slurring made her father’s speech nearly unintelligible and (Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the sound of it.

“Work,” she muttered, turning around.

Her father stood before her, bottle of his favorite drink in hand. He leaned heavily against the wall and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was heavily inebriated.

“Why? You should be doing homework, not wasting time like the failure you are,” he stumbled forwards with every word, approaching her as though he was a lion and she, his prey.

(Y/N) felt the tears stinging her eyes but willed herself not to cry. “I have to go dad.”

She made her way out the door only to be stopped by a loud sound next to her. He had thrown his bottle at her. Flinching, she grabbed her bag and ran, ignoring the drunken slurs her father called out after her.


“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Gladys, (Y/N)’s boss, asked as she walked into work.

Chuckling, (Y/N) answered, “I work in the south side Gladys. Shit happens.”

Gladys flinched at her use of profanity but laughed lightly. “You really should be more careful (Y/N).”

(Y/N) swallowed heavily before looking away, feeling guilty for lying to someone as amazing as Gladys. Gladys gently ran her hand over (Y/N)’s collarbone, which was now marked with a bright, angry cut, courtesy of her father’s liquor bottle.

“What happened?” Gladys asked once more.

Maybe it was the stress of it all. Or the feeling of not being perfect anymore. Or maybe it was just the fact that Gladys was so damn kind that (Y/N) found her tears falling, sobbing when Gladys gathered her up in her arms. Gladys was the only one who knew about her situation. The only one who didn’t judge. They stayed like that for a while, pulling apart when they heard the bell jingle, indicating that someone has just walked in.

“C’mon he’s giving you another chance dad,” a boy’s voice called out.

“Gladys!” another voice called out.

“Dad just listen-”

“No! He fired me. I’m not going to crawl back to him- Oh hey Gladys.”

The bickering pair quieted down when Gladys and (Y/N) stepped into their view.

“FP! What brings you here?” Gladys asked, smile on her face.

(Y/N) stayed behind the counter. ‘FP? As in Jones? What’s he doing here?’ she thought to herself. He hadn’t come around in a long time. She surreptitiously glanced at his companion, gasping when she recognized Jughead. Quickly, ducking under the counter, she racked her brain for an excuse to leave early.

She could faintly hear FP and Gladys’s conversation, but she could clearly hear the footsteps wandering around the shop. She felt her eyes widen almost comically when Gladys called out for her.

“(Y/N/N) dear! I need your help!”

There was no avoiding this. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully got up and made her way over to Gladys.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” FP grinned as he saw her. “Glad to see you’re still around.”

“Hey FP,” she replied.

“Oh (Y/N),” Gladys said. “FP finally brought his boy around. He’s your age.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach twist as FP called Jughead over. All her hard work was going to be lost in a matter of seconds.

“Hey Jug!” FP said loudly. “I wasn’t you to meet on of the best workers I’ve ever met.”

Jughead looked uninterested as he hummed, looking around the shop with curiosity.

“This,” FP continued, “Is little miss-”

“(Y/N)?” Jughead interrupted as his eyes landed on you. FP and Gladys looked at both of them in shock.

“Hey Jughead,” she weakly replied.


“So she was working in south side?” Betty asked skeptically. Jughead nodded.

“That’s nuts. Why would she be working there of all places?” Archie questioned.

Jughead breathed in deeply before looking around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear. “So apparently…”


Jughead told them everything. The way she had looked at him (like a deer caught in headlights), the cut on her collarbone (concerning everyone), her quick getaway (with tears running down her face), and most of all, all the information he got from Gladys (’Of course I’ll tell you. Maybe her friends can help her.’).

“Well Jug,” Archie said, breaking the silence. “Looks like you did go through with our plan after all.”

They all glared at Archie.


(Y/N) was having a good day. She hadn’t gone to school and he father was out doing god-knows-what. She had the apartment to herself. Or at least she did, until she heard a knock on the door.

Jughead felt horrible. What kind of friends had they all been? Not once had they noticed (Y/N)’s struggles, they were always too absorbed in their own problems. They all felt guilty but Jughead felt that he should be the one to talk to her, since he had found out first. Nervously, he breathed in and knocked on her apartment door.

It swung open to reveal a disheveled (Y/N), still in shorts and tank, with a messily placed Band-Aid upon her collarbone.

She glanced at him and proceeded to shut the door, only for Jughead to stop it with his foot and push his way inside. They stood face-to-face for a few minutes, studying each other cautiously.

“C’mon,” Jughead broke the silence, brushing his fingertips along her injury. “lets go get this cleaned up.”


(Y/N) sat nervously on her bed, trying to stay still as Jughead cleaned up her injury.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered. She looked away.

“You guys have so much to worry about with Jason’s murder and Archie’s things and Veronica’s dad-” she was cut off.

“But that’s not nearly as important as this,” Jughead continued. “You should’ve told us. We could’ve helped.”

“How?” (Y/N) asked. “You already live with Archie. Veronica and her mom are housing Polly and frankly, I don’t think the Coopers like me very much.”

Jughead stayed quiet, carefully applying a new Band-Aid after making sure that the cut wasn’t infected.

“You should’ve told us (Y/N/N),” he finally said.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she waved off his words. “We had more important things to deal with Jug.”

Jughead felt his heart break at her words. “No we didn’t (Y/N). You are important. We care about you. You should’ve at least let us know.”

You are important.’ Jughead’s words replayed in (Y/N)’s head, bringing tears to her eyes. Jughead gathered her in his arms as she began crying softly.

“Thank you Jughead,” she whispered. “For everything.”

Jughead found himself admiring her strength. “Don’t keep things from us anymore. Please.”

She nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Jughead noticed (Y/N) had fallen asleep.

“Good night,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her head as he made sure she was comfortable in his arms.


When Archie, Betty, and Veronica arrived a few hours later, they were pleasantly surprised to see Jughead lying on (Y/N)’s bed, asleep, with the (H/C) girl curled up in his arms. Quickly snapping a few pictures (because ‘ohmygod how cute are they’) they decided to let them rest, setting up camp in the living room and waiting for them to wake up, vowing to never let any of their friends go through hard times alone ever again.


Yeaaaa, I didn’t know how to end this and it’s more of a core four x reader than just Juggie. I’M SORRY!

I hope it’s alright and that it met your expectations.

Also asks/requests are open and if you wanna be on the tag list just tell me :)

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!


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Fire Burns Brighter In The Dark.

Request from @brynnleemua​:Hi um could i ask for an imagine where you’re a new avenger and you’re the daughter of ghost rider (you have the same powers but you have red hair) and your powers come out when the team is attacked and after they are really surprised and bucky falls for you? Sorry its long but i love the idea

Note: Hope this is okay! I haven’t seen Ghost Rider so I looked up what he could do and I am PRAYING I did okay with this request for you :)

Bucky x Ghost Rider’s Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,251

Warnings: Violence, anger, injury, death and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Your bright red locks of hair fell in front of your face as you looked down at the briefing you had just been given in the meeting. It was your first one as part of The Avengers team and you hadn’t yet gained the full trust of every member so you needed to make sure you knew every detail of how the mission was going to play out, well, as much as could be planned anyway; when it came to this Hydra organisation you could only assume that even the best of plans would only stretch so far, they weren’t the most predictable of people.

You knew that you had a lot to offer the team, possessed powers that even rivalled those of the Maximoff twins and maybe even Thor himself, but being able to gain the trust of those around you had never been easy. It had always been the same thing ever since you were young; as soon as people found out who you were it was like you were contagious or something….they didn’t want to be within ten feet of you. But that wasn’t what hurt you the most, no, it was the look of sheer terror enveloping their eyes that really stuck in you like a knife to the chest. Never had you done anything to them but that didn’t matter….

….not when you were Ghost Rider’s daughter. He may have fought the bad guys but to most the form in which he took when doing so was the stuff of nightmares. So, instantly, they wanted to avoid seeing you do the same.

It was this kind of attitude that made you determined to change how people would see you. You learned to control your transformation to the point where the only part of you that turned skeletal was your left arm; your hair would still erupt into flames that would then travel down your body but your appearance was far less terrifying than your fathers.

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One More Time (Peter Parker x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Hi I was hoping you could write something angsty where the reader is a SHIELD agent and they are assigned to work with the avengers but then they put her with Peter Parker/Spider-Man and theres awkwardness and beef between the two because they were once close childhood friends or something and they ended on bad terms (romantically and something bad happened to them) and they work things out and ending is fluffy. Sorry if this is a lot to work with, but if u do it it would really make my day.

A/N: ngl, I kinda stole an idea/plot point from tasm2 but y’all will see; it’s divided in 2 parts, 1st part in Peter’s POV and the 2nd in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner thoughts!! (also, Y/S/T means your skin tone, fyi) hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1260

Part One:

No. Fricking. Way. It can’t be her, right? Peter’s mind was racing as he watched the SHIELD agent standing at the front of the conference room. Her (Y/H/C) hair was long, tied back into a high ponytail. Her (Y/S/T) skin looked like it was…glowing. She had changed so much since the last time Peter saw her. If that’s her. Peter snapped out of his daze when Bucky called his name from behind.

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Wrapped Around, pt. 2

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 8044 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Originally posted by kths

Part 1 | Part 2.5

A/N: Surprise! I can’t thank you all enough for the love that part 1 received! (I read all the tags on the reblogs and i just love you all ok) I hope you guys enjoy this part too (: My smut skills… it’s a work in progress so I hope you bear with me friends. 

You wake up to 15 messages from Solji, all of them in caps. Half of them is just her keyboard smashing out her frustration and the other half is her calling you a few choice words for lying to her. You laugh as you scroll through all of them and decide you would call her later to explain everything.

You sigh, as you take a hot shower to wash off the layer of grime that had settled on the surface of your skin from being in that sauna of a frat house. As you soap up your body, you shudder when you remember the way the man had pressed himself against you and you shake your head to rid yourself of the image that had imprinted itself deep in your mind.

First party of the semester and it was an experience to say the least… you wonder if it was a sign… or perhaps a punishment for failing your new semester resolution. After your shower, you decide to bury yourself under a pile of books to keep your mind from wandering again.

Despite the disaster that was the frat party you’re glad that at least one good thing had come out of it. You grab lunch with Taehyung as promised and you spend most of it throwing fries at each other rather than eating. The slight downside to meeting him is only that you realize you haven’t fully gotten over your slight crush on him. As long as you don’t sleep with him again you’ll be fine, you think.

“So tell me, what happened with Jessica? I thought you were in love,” You say the last part while clutching at your heart dramatically and Taehyung scowls at you.

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