red hair to be coming soon

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Hey hey! I’ll be going to Anime Expo again, so here’s my cosplay lineup for this year’s!

  • July 2: Shigeo Kageyama (with Ritsu and Reigen)
  • July 3: APH Japan (Red Tracksuit ver.)
  • July 4: Trial Captain Ilima (reversed hair because of a mistake haha-)

It would be really cool to meet some of you! Maybe we can talk for a bit or even draw, just let me know (remember to please ask before pictures or anything). I’ll also be at the Mob Psycho 100 Meetup on July 2 and Hetalia Meetup on July 3 as well !

Hope to see you there !! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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Langst (with a small serving of fluff on the side)

Ok, so here’s a little headcanon that I wrote yesterday as a result of a conversation with @librebananr about season 3 of Voltron and how Lance needs some love. I also want next season to have a snippet of insight into Lance’s family, even just a photo, so the following occurred:

Imagine the really emotional reunion between Pidge and Matt. Everyone is so happy to see the two of them together and Lance shows them both a smile, making Matt laugh with his exaggerated behaviour.

Later whilst everyone’s gathered to hear Matt’s story, Lance is further back in the room just watching the warm scene, but as he feels his cheeks grow wet he has to leave quietly so that no one can notice his tears. So no one can know how hard it is for him.

Except, someone DID notice. They had been keeping an eye on him since hearing the forced tone of his laughs.

Lance finds himself curled up on his bed, his thumb gently stroking the worn sides of the photo. A knock sounds at his door and he jumps, shocked that anyone had left the group. He doesn’t answer, hoping that they’ll think he’s not in, or just asleep, and walk on. He tenses at the sound of the door opening.

Not wanting to speak to anyone, he keeps still, closing his eyes as he tries to keep his breath even, attempting to feign sleep. The person doesn’t make a sound after walking up to his bed, and Lance can feel his heart hammering. Oh god, he can’t cry now! He can feel the fragility of what little strength he has, struggling to hold back his tears. He knows just a few words could shatter it. But the person doesn’t speak.

After a minute or two, he listens as the person sits down beside the bed and feels a heavy weight rest against his back. Rather than weighing him down, or making him feel cramped or confined, the weight of the person’s head is reassuring in its physical presence. It grounds​ him. The warmth he feels from it is probably imagined, considering the layers of clothing separating them, but the feeling is still pleasant.

Lance listens as the person’s breathing starts to even out, soon finding himself growing tired as well. Just before he falls asleep, his curiosity wins out and he glances over his shoulder to identify his silent comforter.

His neck complains as he quickly snaps his head back around, his cheeks starting to burn. It wasn’t the short locks and orange headband of his best friend. Nor was it Coran’s red hair. It wasn’t the short clipped hair of Shiro. Neither was it the soft locks of Pidge. No. What he had seen was black locks of hair… and the mullet was unmistakable… But the thought that HE had come, out of everyone, meant that Lance’s usual hostility was nowhere to be found.

But it felt nice to be understood. Even if it was by Keith.

Especially if it was by Keith.

Fin.


There you go! Sometimes even just knowing someone is supporting you can help, and Keith’s a bit too awkward to initiate any heart-to-heart. Please feel free to request headcanons as they do tend to come quite easily!

Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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Telephone (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me

Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.

Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING

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You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.

For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.

Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.

“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”

The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.

You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.

“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”

“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”

You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.

Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.

Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.

They all froze to look at the two of you.

“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.

Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.

“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.

“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.

The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.

“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.

You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”

“Well,” she stood.

Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.

“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself  “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”

“And Ethan.” you laughed.

Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”

“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”

❆   ❆   ❆

Everyone got onto their respective sides.

Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.

“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”

“Roger.” the two said in unison.

“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”

“Copy that.”

You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.

“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”

“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.

The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.

You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.

“Mark, no!” you whailed.

Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.

“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.

“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.

You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.

“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.

“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”

“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.

Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.

❆   ❆   ❆

Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.

One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.

“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.

“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”

You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”

“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”

You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.

At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.

Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.

It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.

“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”

Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”

The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.

Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.

“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.

“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.

❆   ❆   ❆

The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.

You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.

“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.

“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.

Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.

Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.

“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”

Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.

“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.

“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.

He closed to door softly behind him.

“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.

You looked at him and chuckled.

“as long as you are holding the other one.”

You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.

Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.

Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.

“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.

Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.

“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.

You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.

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(A/n): THIS COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE I AM IMPRESSED

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Helpless

“Dean, don’t run away from me!” You barged into the motel room right as Dean threw a lamp. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. The base of the lamp caught you hard in the temple, knocking you unconscious. 

“Fuck, Y/N, no!” Dean was instantly at your side, turning you from your stomach to your back and cradling you in his arms. He grabbed his flannel from the bed, using it to apply pressure and stop the bleeding from your head. “Come on, sweetheart. Wake up!” 

Hot tears dripped onto your face as you stirred, a small groan coming from the back of your throat. “Y/N/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to his chest as soon as he saw your eyes open, crushing you against him. “I never meant for you to get hurt. That’s why I ran. You can’t be around me like this.” 

“It’s ok, Dean.” You murmured against his chest, repositioning yourself around him, running one hand through his hair and running the other over the angry red mark on his arm. He tried to pull it away but you tightened your grip, refusing to let him pull back this time. “I’m the only one who can make this better. You heard what Cain said. You won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.” 

Dean pushed you back, looking into your eyes. “No, but I already hurt you. Look at you.” He ran his free hand over the bruise forming on the side of your face. “I can’t do this to you.” 

“It was an accident. I’ve had worse.” You laughed it off, rubbing your hand absently over the mark to calm him. It seemed to be working, his muscles relaxing as you touched him. 

“How did you find me?” Dean questioned. 

“I always find -” Your voice trailed off and you stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on one spot.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer and Dean panicked as he watched your eyes flutter and roll back in your head and your body drop to the ground in convulsions. “Y/N!” Dean screamed, trying to hold you down to stop you from thrashing. “No, no, no.” Dean begged you. “Stay with me. Please!” 

After several minutes that felt like hours the trashing stopped and Dean scooped you up, running to the Impala and speeding to the nearest hospital. “I need a doctor!” He screamed, carrying your still limp body through the emergency room doors. “Please! She’s not breathing!” He sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, dripping into your hair as he laid you on a gurney and the doctors rolled you away.

Dean Winchester had never felt so helpless as he did the moment you and his unborn son disappeared behind the gray double doors. 

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Far from done

LOOK AT THAT. I’M BACK. WITH A FIC. THIS IS CRAP. AND SHORT. BUT MY MENTAL HEALTH. IS OUT OF CONTROL. BUT THIS IS SOMETHING. ENJOY.

Prompt:  Okay,,, but like,,, Dan and he’s being vvv overstimulated, and he’s just making little noises,,, and he like tries to close his legs,, but like, Phil just opens them back up, and is like “Danny,we’re far from done” and dan is just like,,, whimpering and just ahhh (by anon)        also idk i changed it a lil and added some like aftercare n shit bc i felt like it

This is smut with overstimulation but also there’s fluff at the end. It’s all consensual, bc u know what my biggest kink is? Consent. 

A/N: Hahaha I feel like shit bc I’m taking so long with my fics and I have about two that i’m working on atm but I just can’t seem to finish any bc i’m a failure yay.. please be patient, i’ll write more soon, but my mental health is acting up real bad. (oh look there’s no daddy kink here is this me?)

784 words, it’s short i know

Dan was currently laying on the bed, thoroughly fucked out and whimpering. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. It had started out like any other time, at the beginning just kissing a bit and then things took their course, but after they had both come down from their orgasms, Phil had just said one thing. “Remember. Safeword is red, got it?”. Dan had nodded before his hands were brought over his head and tied to the bedframe.

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What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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I’ve been thinking about something for a little while, please bear with me while I try to explain. It’s going to sound like it’s all about me, but I promise it’s not.

When I was younger and playing video games, I never made characters that looked like myself. I realize now that these were my first OCs - exceptional women with bright red hair and blue eyes, who were strong and confident and represented everything that I thought I wasn’t. I didn’t like myself in those days - why would I want to play as myself?

When I first picked up Dragon Age: Inquisition on a whim and started playing, I created a girl who looks like me. To me, this represented the journey I’d come through - I loved myself, now, and wanted to play as myself.

Soon afterwards, I joined Tumblr, and after being here for a while I’ve started to pick up on something I find really strange - that self-insert characters are regarded as bad or somehow lesser than original OCs. I really don’t understand this.

Thanks for bearing with me through this ramble - all of this was to make it to this point:

Keep making your self-inserts. Keep playing as yourself. Loving yourself is never bad or wrong, and it’s good to see yourself as the hero of the story.

anonymous asked:

PLEASE do an imagine where you and Harry get into an argument and he kicks you out of the car

“I just don’t understand what the big deal is.”

It was the first day you and Harry were out in public–well, after he had announced it via tweeting about it. And to say the least, he was more nervous than you were. After all, all of his last public relationships didn’t turn out as well as he thought, and the intense way he gripped your hand as he breaks for a traffic light tells you that he’s scared of losing you.

Which brings you to your current conversation.

Harry sighs exasperatedly, pushing his sunglasses up onto his forehead. His green eyes look tiredly over to you. “Y/N…” he says your name like he’s reading it off a death list. “All I’m asking you to do is to walk a block without me.”

You laugh mockingly, wrenching your hand out of his grasp. “When you say that, it sounds as if I’m some co-dependent, clingy child that won’t leave you alone,” you spit. “But the truth is this: you’re dumping me out onto the sidewalk and making me walk not one but three blocks in this designer dress–” you gesture down at your expensive Vera Wang dress that had almost cost you all of your savings, “–that I spent years saving up for, just for this event, I might add, and you’re just–”

“Three blocks isn’t even that bad,” he counters, trying to snatch up your hand again, and he grows more frustrated when he sees that you’ve crossed your arms across your chest. “You’ve gotta consider my perspective, and the media’s perspective.”

You smile and tip your head to the side. “Yeah, I considered it. Your perspective is that you’re too ashamed to be seen with me on the red carpet, and the media’s perspective is gonna be why an ugly girl like me can land such a heartthrob.”

“That’s not true,” Harry says quietly. He picks his next words carefully, “I…I just think that it would be better for me and the boys to show up together instead, because this is our first public appearance after the hiatus.”

“I understand that,” you say immediately, “but I don’t understand why I can’t ride the car with you guys and just step out the other way when you all step onto the red carpet.”

The light turns green but Harry doesn’t move. He turns to you instead and says, “Because everyone will be wondering why you didn’t step onto the red carpet with me–on the other hand, if you didn’t ride the car and instead showed up after me, that’ll–”

“Make them think we broke up!” You exclaim. “Is that a better alternative, Harry?”

“At least they won’t think we’re serious!” Harry yells at you.

And then you let out a cruel laugh. The car behind you honks impatiently, but all you can think about is how with every second that goes by, Harry isn’t correcting himself.

Finally, you ask, “Are we not serious?”

Again, your boyfriend is silent.

“Okay then,” you whisper, gathering your purse in one hand and pushing open the side of the car door with the other. “Have fun on your big, red carpet appearance,” you hiss. “I hope you smile for the pictures; after all, it’s the person viewing them that will be determining your future, right?”

“Get out.”

A cry tears itself from the back of your throat. His jaw tightens. “I was just–”

Get out of my car.”

You slam the door behind you before you have the chance to start crying. Mouthing an apology to the car behind you, you are quick to disappear into the alleyways Los Angeles. The sky is still bright enough for you not to be scared to be wandering a foreign city by yourself, and you’re so full with anger that you wouldn’t even mind if a stranger came up to you and threatened you with robbery.

Fine, you think to yourself, ripping off your silver necklace. Take it. You dig your nails into your palms when you feel the smooth satin of your dress. Take it all, you think to yourself. I don’t need any of it.

Tears are stinging the side of your eyes, and you can’t help yourself as you turn around…and see that nobody is there behind you. Harry isn’t following you. He let you walk out of his car, just like that.

Two years of your relationship…gone.

He must’ve thought your relationship truly started yesterday, when the public first found out about it. But in reality, you knew it started the day he took you back to Cheshire to meet Anne. When you cat-sitted for Gemma’s cats. When you held Niall’s golf bag for him when he and Harry had to use the loo.

But if your relationship had started yesterday, none of those things have happened yet.

All you were to him was a one-night-stand who wanted to walk the red carpet.

You can picture the headlines already.

‘Girlfriend’ Gets Abandoned By Styles: Publicity Stunt Or One-Night-Stand Gone Wrong?

“Take it off!” You scream, cries tearing your throat. Your sobs wrack your bones as you collapse onto the dirty ground and rip out the bobby pins that were holding your hair together.

Off comes the blister-enducing heels that you were willing to suffer through for Harry. Off comes the silver tiara hairband that Harry’s stylist had recommended, because you don’t feel like a princess.

You feel like a pauper.

Your dress tears as soon as your body hits the floor and this makes you sob even harder. All those extra shifts and second job you had to take up–gone. Vanished. Just like that.

This dress, the price for this dress, meant nothing to Harry. He could purchase a thousand of them without creating a dent in his bank account.

He had no idea how much this night meant to you–how much you were losing for him.

And how less he was willing to lose for you.


pt. 2

- Growth - (a Stony fanfic)

(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)



Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet. 

There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done.  It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain? 

Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.

But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.

And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.

Tony is fine.

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See you again//Jughead Jones

Originally posted by evenstoast

Originally posted by v-iktoria

Requested by anon

Request: I lost the request but I hope it’s good enough.


“Do you have to go? You can just stay with me! We can sleep in my treehouse so you can stay.” 8 year old Jughead said to me.

“I have to Jug, my daddy’s going away for work and I have to go with him. I promise I’ll come back someday.” 8 year old you stuck their pinky out. Jughead wrapped his pinky around yours, making both of you tear up. Hugging him one last time, you left.


(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“I’m back Jug.” You whispered after seeing the Riverdale sign. It had been 8 years since you’ve seen him. After 8 years of being away from this town, your parents decided to come back. You would be living in the same house, going to the same high school as everyone else. 

“What do you want for lunch, hun?” Your mom asked looking back at you.

“Burger, fries and a milkshake.” You replied getting out of the car. “I’m gonna go get a booth.”

“Get the one in the corner!” Your dad said.

“The one we always used to get?” You questioned.

“You know it.” 

Sitting down in the booth you failed to notice the 4 teens sitting near you. 


Jughead’s P.O.V.

“Is that (Y/N)?” Betty whispered.

“I think so, she looks so different.” Archie replied. 

“Who is she?” Veronica asked.

“A long lost friend. She had to move away because of her parents. We were 8 when she left.” I smiled sadly.

“You guys were close?” Veronica asked.

“The closest. We were engaged to be married. We got each other rings, I still have mine. I had a wild fantasy that if I kept it she would come back.” I said.

“Well your fantasy came true, but it took 8 years.” Veronica smiled.


(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

Deep in thought, you failed to notice a black figure slide into your booth. 

“Hi.” Someone said. Looking up you saw a girl with black hair and a big red smile. 

“Um, hi?” You were unsure who she was. 

“I’m Veronica Lodge, I’m friends with Betty, Archie and Jughead. I wanted to say hi.” She explained. 

“Are they here? At Pop’s? Right now?” You asked. 

“Yeah, they pointed you out as soon as you walked in.” Her eyes flickered towards your left hand. 

“Does Jughead still have his?” You asked.

“Yep, he kept it, thinking it would bring you back. He keeps it on a chain around his neck.” 

Lifting your eyes you saw your parents talking to Archie. Just seconds later you saw Jughead stand up and wave to your parents before walking towards you. Grinning you stood up and ran towards him. Meeting you half way, he picked you up in a fierce hug. 

“I missed you so much.” You whispered. 

“So did I.” He looked into your (E/C) eyes. 

“I heard Jason was murdered.” You said.

“Yep, also on heartbreaking news. Twilight is being teared down.” He replied.

“Okay lovebirds, we’re going to hang at Archie’s. See you there.” Veronica winked.

“Don’t take too long.” Betty said.

“It’s not like we’re going to do anything.” You said rolling your eyes. 


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Random Superstitions: Part 1
  • If the bottom of your right foot itches, you will be going on a trip very soon. 
  • A twitch of the right eye twitches means a birth in the family. One of the left eye signals a death in the family.
  • Dropping a fork or a broom falling can both mean visitors are coming. 
  • It is good luck to find a frog in your home. 
  • Pulling a grey hair will cause 10 more to grow in its place. 
  • Live a long life by carrying an acorn with you wherever you go. 
  • Writing someone’s name in red ink will bring them bad luck. 
  • It is bad luck to close a pocket knife unless you were the one who opened it.
Thoughts // Fred Weasley

A/N: a random story that popped into my head! For all I know, it could be incredibly cringe worthy. I hope you all enjoy it, nonetheless! I have also made the reader a Gryffindor, because it just flowed nicely with the plot. Also, my requests are now open! Feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if there is something you want!


She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.

It’s the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.

Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can’t seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she’s too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.

But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.

She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.

They didn’t become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be “Fred and George Weasley” slowly grew into “(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley”.

Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.

The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn’t get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.

She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won’t let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.

She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.

The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
“So. (Y/n). You’re still on for Hogsmeade today, right?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Fred sighed.
“You’ve just been sort of off lately. You haven’t been your normal self.”
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
“You have no idea, Fred. No idea.”
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.

She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn’t notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.

“(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!”

She jumped, only registering Fred’s presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
“Now, we both now that isn’t true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you.”

It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush “You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!”
Fred’s face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
“Fred, what is it?”
“It’s George, isn’t it? You fell in love with George.”
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
“Fred” she shook her head. “It’s always been you.”
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
“You’re not in love with George?”
She smiled.
“No. If anything, I love him as a brother.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way… it’s just I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and I didn’t know what to do and I’m just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you’ll forgive me.”

Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?”

“Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I’m nervous to fill up space and…”
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.

They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.

Life Choices

In which Dean and Castiel’s date is going great until Castiel gets pizza… with pineapples on it. 

(AO3)

“Do you want to grab dinner?” Dean asks hopefully.

His date with Castiel is going swimmingly and Dean doesn’t want the night to end just yet.

And neither does Cas if the way his eyes light up is any indication.

“Yeah, of course,” Cas says, shoving his hands into his coat’s pockets. “There’s this really great pizza place a few blocks down if you don’t mind making the trek.”

It was freezing, sure, but Dean didn’t want to say goodnight yet so he was going to brave the cold. Turning up his collar he says, “Come on, lead the way.”

“I swear it’s worth it,” Cas reassures him as they make their way down the street shivering. “You don’t have to order full pizzas. You can get individual slices so that way you can have more than one flavor.”

“How’d you find it?” Dean asks curiously. “I’ve clearly never been.”

“It was an accident, really.” Castiel runs a hand through his hair and Dean’s heart skips a beat. “I was going to my brother’s bakery and I could smell the pizza from out on the street.”

“You’re a big fan of pizza, aren’t you?” Dean teases, nudging Cas with his elbow.

“It’s good pizza!” Cas exclaims, smile big and gummy, and seriously, Dean’s heart is about to fucking give. “And, because of all the pizza ovens, the place is warm,” he says enticingly.

They turn a corner and, yeah, that’s definitely pizza that Dean can smell. He doesn’t realize that he’s literally sniffing until Cas smirks and says, “I told you so.”

Cas was right. The place smells like Heaven and is warm as Hell. As soon as they enter a girl with bright red hair shows up.

“Hey, Cas,” she greets him, nods a hello at Dean and turns back to Cas. “Your usual?”

“Yes, thank you, Anna,” Cas says to her before taking Dean’s hand and making his way to the serving counter. “There are millions of options.”

“And yet you have a usual,” Dean says absently, more focused on the, seemingly, millions of options. “Man, this is going to be like choosing between Star Wars and Star Trek.”

“You can come back for different flavors,” Cas repeats. “I’ll go catch us a table, yeah?”

Dean hums in acknowledgment even though he’d rather be holding Cas’ hand. After scanning his options one last time, Dean picks a slice of plain old pepperoni and makes his way to where Cas is.

He sits down just as Anna plops Cas’ pizza in front of him and-

“Dude, no!” Dean exclaims.

“What.” Cas pauses, pizza halfway to his mouth.

“There is pineapple on your pizza.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “I am prepared to argue about this till the end of time itself.”

“So am I,” Dean says, just as determinedly. “What kinda life choices man…”

“Pineapples have tons of health benefits,” Cas tells him.

“You’re eating pizza!” Dean counters. “I’m pretty sure anybody eating pizza isn’t really thinking about their health.”

“Well, I don’t see the problem,” Castiel asserted. “It’s sweet and savory at the same time.”

“Why would you pay extra for people to put that monstrosity on such deliciousness?” Dean asks, sounding genuinely worried about Cas’ logic.

“Ugh, Dean, what-” Castiel starts indignantly before a glass of soda is placed in front of him.

“Don’t you two fight like an old married couple?” Anna says.

“This is our first date, actually,” Dean tells her feeling a smile making his way onto his face. He really likes Cas.

“Couldn’t have guessed myself,” Anna smirks, walking away.

Turning to Cas, Dean holds out his hand, sighing. “Truce?”

Cas stares at him for a moment before leaning over the table and kissing him. Dean’s a hundred and ten percent sure his heart is going to combust because, oh my god, he’s kissing Cas. He doesn’t even mind the awkward angle or the fact that he can taste the pineapple Cas has been eating.

Cas pulls away and smiles down at his lap before looking up at Dean. “Truce.”

~

“Just remember that every time you put pineapple on a pizza an Italian dies.”

“Dean, we are literally naked. Shut up.”

Caffeine Challenge #15

“It’s kind of like the Hangover,” Selene observes. She’s not even breathing hard, power walking down the hall of their hotel in heels like she does this every Friday night. “You know? That move with Zack Gal–”

“Oh - my - god,” Heather pants, fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her skirt so that it doesn’t get caught under her wedges. “Oh god, we’re in a dude movie!”

At the head of the pack, Ryan stops, spinning on her stiletto to glare. She’s the only one in a dress short enough not to have to hold it and she puts her hands on her hips.

“We are not,” she hisses, “in a dude movie. This isn’t like the Hangover because we haven’t lost her!”

Heather and Selene look at each other and then back to Ryan. They’ve been following her lead all night, respecting her place as maid of honor, but Ryan knows it’s only a matter of time before that changes.

Witches don’t particularly like playing follow the leader.

“Well,” Selene says at last, “do we know where Kim is?”

“No,” Ryan says, “but–”

“Has she responded to any of our messages?” Heather asks.

Ryan pulls her phone out of her cleavage to check her messages and winces. “Well, no, but–”

“Does anyone remember what happened this afternoon?” Selene asks.

Heather wrinkles her nose. “There was a unicorn? I think? Or a donkey with a very convincing aura.”

Selene does jazz hands. “We lost the bride and we’re in the Hangover.”

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Anime Recommendations

Why hello people of the internet! Here are some anime recommendations. If you want to hear more about these anime I will be posting a video on my YouTube channel soon.

10. Yona of The Dawn

Originally posted by psychajin

9. Vampire Knight (because Zero. Like come on Zero!)

Originally posted by yuukibutterfly

8. Snow White with the Red Hair

Originally posted by leiqhtning

7. Maid-sama

Originally posted by crystalrosary29

6. Ouran High School Host Club

Originally posted by twotheleft

5. Fruits Basket

Originally posted by heckyeahfruitsbasket

4. Attack on Titan

Originally posted by anima-posts

3. The Kawai Complex Guide to Manors and Hostel Behavior

Originally posted by vohiyo

2. Kamisama Hajimemashita

Originally posted by fangirl-kawaii

1. Noragami

Originally posted by sangatsunolion

You’ll Be There

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write a Neville longbottom x metamorphmagus!reader? Where the reader likes to hang around Neville and likes to listen to him talking about the different plants and he notices that hair changes colors when she around him but it stays the same natural color when they are around other people.”

Pairing: Neville Longbottom

Word Count: 1464

Warnings: None

A/n: sorry if this sucks - first time writing this character :)


Today your hair was its natural colour. But to use the word “natural” was somewhat stretching the definition. On normal days, your hair dulled to a brownish-purple colour. Your mother, who had passed down this strange gene, had said that the colour must’ve reflected your content moods. You soon learned in your early days that your hair was a literal mood ring, displaying your emotions for the entire world to see. And you hated it.

You were lucky to have no one tease you for your natural trait, although many handled you with caution when your hair flared a deep red. Friends would often come up and ask you what was wrong if your hair was a sorrowful blue. The only time you felt that people were totally comfortable around you was when your hair was the dark purplish hue that it subjected most of the time. You remembered your first years at Hogwarts, concealing the colour with a hat all the time. Since then you had become more comfortable with the fact that your feelings were an open book, although you still felt a pang of embarrassment whenever you were reminded of it.

It all seemed to change when you met a shy boy in fourth year.

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