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I bacha(ta) I can dance better than you ! - Jason Todd x Hispanic!reader

Not even sorry for the bad pun in the title. Ok so I really REALLY HOPE I didn’t mess up this story, because I’d be super mad at myself if I mis-represent said hispanic!reader ! I hope it’s fine, I tried really. ANYWAY IMMA SHUT UP NOW HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT !! Also, I’m French, and never even learned Spanish in class (I was taught German), so I hope the Spanish things I’ll put in are right 

PS : Reader is from Honduras because another anon’ kindly ask me to write a hispanic!reader from there :-). However I didn’t delve in the Hondura culture THAT much, just a few hint, because I still wanna keep it “broad” enough if that makes sense. 
PPS : Someone pointed out Jason actually know how to speak Spanish in the comics and…well, this is an imagine. It’s obviously not canon. I might write another story where he surprises his hispanic s/o because he indeed already speak Spanish fluently though :D. Endless possibilities really. 

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Jason didn’t even remember, what brought him in the Spanish quarter of Gotham that day, but he blessed whatever guided his feet there every single hours that went by because…Well, he met you. 

He was lost in thoughts when he stumbled on a huge gathering of people right there, in the middle of the street. A song was resonating in the entire block (this song : click here to listen to it), and the noises all around him brought him back to reality. 

People were cheering, dancing, singing…but it’s you who caught his attention.

 Pushing through the crowd to see what everything was about, he saw you. And you were absolutely owning the place. 

You were dancing with a man, in rhythm with the music, and Jason was completely subjugated by you and your movements. 

There was absolutely no doubt you were the center of this little party, right in the middle of the street…Cars were even waiting patiently, their drivers not daring to honk or anything, just looking at everyone dancing and enjoying life. 

If he wasn’t so suddenly hypnotized by you, Jason would have realized you weren’t at all the center of the attention. Hell, no one was. It was just a giant gathering of people being happy. A spontaneous event that someone listening to a song too loudly sprout. 

Literally, the owner of a local small convenience store’s favorite song was passing on the radio, and he got so excited he pushed the sound all the way up…And then someone, no one knew who, started dancing, another one joined in…until the entire block turned into a giant dancing floor. 

Some danced way better than you, but Jason didn’t even notice them. His attention was fully fixed on you, on every move you made, every step you took, your smile, your (H/C) dancing in the wind…He would never admit it, but he fell in love with you right on the spot. 

As suddenly as this dancing party started, it stopped, as the song was getting to an end, and everyone, after a lot of hugs, laughter, cheering and applause, slowly returned to their every day life. 

Jason found himself, too stunned to move, on the sidewalk, looking at you getting away…He wanted to run after you, but something was holding him on the spot. He just couldn’t move at all. And his heart started to beat like crazy as he realized he was letting you get away without even trying to talk to you ! 

Fortunately that day, Destiny was finally kind to him. 

-(Y/N) ! HEY (Y/N) WAIT UP ! 

As you were about to turn the corner of the street and disappear forever, you turned around. (Y/N). So that was your name. So beautiful…it rolled on his tongue perfectly. And oh when you smiled at the guy next to him who was calling you, he felt like he was melting into a puddle. 

You crossed the street to join the man who called you. It was the man with whom you were dancing a bit earlier. As you reach for him, he takes your hands and Jason’s heart dropped. 

-Ooooh hermosa, were you gonna leave without saying goodbye ? 

-I wouldn’t dare Ale’, it’s just that I really got to get to work, you made me late Mr. Alejandro Barientos ! 

-Oh hey, I bet your boss will understand the need to dance no ? 

-You know my boss mi amigo, she’s pretty harsh. 

-Oh hey, don’t talk about your mama like that. She does everything so you can have a good life. 

-I know Ale’, I know. Anyway I really gotta run before her “everything” forces me to work extra hours because I was late ! See ya later Mr. Barientos !

He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same, and in an instant, you’re gone again. Jason cannot stop himself from looking at you as you leave, his heart tightening at each step you take, as you go away…He wants to run after you but, what good could it do ? That Alejandro was obviously your boyfriend, why else would he dance with you like that, and kiss you and…Something catches Jay’s eyes. 

It’s “Ale’”. And he’s kissing a man. Not on the cheek. 

Time seems to suddenly slow down, as Jason’s head moves in between the man he thought was your boyfriend and you. He has to make a decision in this split second, as you’re about to disappear forever around the corner…

Jason Todd doesn’t hesitate, he starts to run after you as fast as he can. 

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- 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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All Bottled Up

This is Shklance that has been bugging me for two days now, so if you’re uncomfortable with that it’s ok to just skip this and scroll down.

Part 1

I made a part 2 😊 https://psychotic-cheesecake.tumblr.com/post/160721447852/all-bottled-up

“Oh my god, have you heard?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in this coffee shop heard you.” Keith grumbled, fighting the urge to turn around and glare at the woman behind him. It was 3 in the afternoon and he needed his iced coffee, it was too hot and humid for excited college girls.

“What?” Thankfully the girl she was with doesn’t seem fazed or mildly excited. Maybe she’s just as tired and sweaty as him this time of the day.

“You know that guy Ethan and the guy he’s dating? I heard they broke up like last night.”

“No way!” Or maybe not. Keith could feel the small jump the girl made on her seat considering that she was seated just behind him. Why the hell did he choose to sit here again?

“Yah. I heard they broke up in a restaurant. In a FUCKING RESTAURANT on their ANNIVERSARY!”

The girl behind him audibly gasp. Keith rolled his eyes but still listened. You can’t really blame him for listening, for one he was seated directly behind the girls; and two, the drama was quite intriguing.

“Oh no, poor Lance!”

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this isn't the type of prompt your looking for but I thought that idea of the black lion being able to take over her pilot in an emergency was interesting and I'd love to see Keith and pidge's reaction whether they see it first hand or hear about it from lance and hunk :))

I’m looking for all kinds of prompts!

For the curious, the fic in question is here.  Honestly, I’d forgotten all about it, so thank you for the reminder.


Of all the members of the team, Keith considered himself the most used to how strange Shiro could be when the mood struck.  No one else had seen Shiro go through phases of almost obsessive interest, no one else had heard him laugh over their potential deaths after wiping out in the desert, no one else had seen the way he’d carry on outrageously over anything but a perfect score on a test or essay.

That being said, this was still odd.

First of all, there was no reason Shiro should have been out of bed.  Allura had personally banished him to his room after their last battle, once he’d admitted he hadn’t slept that night, and not really the night before.  It had shown, which was proof enough how bad the situation had gotten.

Secondly, Shiro had taken over the kitchen, which was not at all his usual domain.  Thankfully he wasn’t trying to cook anything, but he had a line of bowls spanning the entire fifteen-foot length of the counter space.  Each one was filled with small amount of- well, of just about every kind of food they had, it seemed like.  They were all perfectly lined up two inches from the edge.  As they watched, Shiro put the last one down, then readjusted it until it matched the others.

So this was odd.  Even for Shiro.

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707mmgirl  asked:

Hi! So i love all of what you write and i was wondering if you could do a scenario/hc whatever where fm MC has a kink where she likes to watch the RFA +V &Saeran play with themselves and they know she likes it so they perposfully will do it to get her real riled up? Idk if its been done before but i hope you consider doing my ask :)

Hi hello every time you send me an ask it’s always 10000000000% right up my alley and I am confused but happy with how you somehow find out what I like.


Jumin

- At first, he doesn’t understand why you only want to watch. Isn’t it better when you help him out? You’ve told him several times he’s felt better than any toys you’ve used, so why…? But he does it with no complaints. Just a few questions before agreeing to it. 

- A few days later you find him on the bed waiting for you, stripped completely aside from a hint of flushed cheeks, stroking himself to a full erection.

- Unfortunately, he’s quiet. The most you’re going to pull out of him are soft groans and maybe him talking to you, encouraging you to come over and help whenever you feel like it.

- As he gets closer to an orgasm, his eyes are squeezing shut more often, his legs spread a bit more, and he’s leaning back on one arm softly panting out your name.

- If you come over while he’s close, you may have him slip out a few remarks about how you should take over for him… Or skip to the main event…

- It might be rare when he does it, but I assure you he will do it more in the future, especially if you’ve been teasing him lately.


Yoosung

- Buddy. The first time you bring it up, he sputters out an agreement to try it out for you. You might think he’s embarrassed, and you would be slightly right except for the fact that he is definitely turned on as well.

- He isn’t the type to wait in a room for you with a full erection and no clothes, but he would maybe make some very obvious hints that he’s willing to do it for you if you instruct him to.

- He’ll strip to his boxers and maybe his shirt (you would have to convince him to take it off), teasing himself through the material lightly, letting out small whimpers when you refuse to left him touch himself too much.

- You could probably get away with teasing his chest and deep kisses, giving him attention everywhere else besides where he wants it the most. And he’ll be vocal, very vocal. Not loud always, but as he gets closer his voice does betray him more and more.

- When he cums with a loud and bitten back moan, hips jerking while his cum slips down his knuckles, give him time to recharge and he’ll do it again for you if you want. Or, you know, switch to giving you the attention you need until he’s ready to go again. He’s very eager to please.


Zen

- He will put on such a show for you, probably just a bit later after you admit it, if not directly afterwards.

- He’s def not embarrassed by it. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s gotten off by watching himself jerk off  in front of the mirror.

- He’d lean back on the bed, giving you a smug look as he s l o w l y pulls his cock out of his briefs, winking when you find yourself blushing at the provocative scene. Hell, he’d probably tell you that you could film it if you wanted.

- He’s not loud by any means, but he is vocal. He’s panting, biting his lip and letting out teasing moans, and when he starts leaking precum and getting closer to an orgasm, that’s when he’ll start letting out low growls and trying to tempt you to help finish him off somehow.

- Don’t be surprised if he texts/snapchats you dirty pictures or videos of him jerking off when you two aren’t together.


Jaehee

- E m b a r r a s s e d

- You’re killing her. But honestly, it would take her a bit to get comfortable enough to do this for you

- Masturbating was something she rarely did, in private under the covers and in a locked room, and to do it in front of someone else? Nervewrecking.

- It would be adorable watching her try, though. She’d strip down to just her tight shirt and underwear, sitting on the chair or bed, legs spread as you watch her slowly rub her clit.

- She would be red faced and trying to flirt with you, but let’s be honest, flirting for her is abysmal. She tries, she really does, but it’s more of a cute stumbling mess.

- You would have to help her out with long kisses and soft praises of encouragement, but she would eventually pull down her underwear enough so you could see her fingers dipping in and out of herself.

- Please god help her finish as a reward. She’s stressed from the nerves from doing this, and helping her out would earn you soft cuddles and shy smiles afterwards, and who doesn’t want that?


Seven

- The first thing that comes out is teasing about how he should probably start checking your browser history more often. He agrees, though, and waits for a day when you’re both ready and have the free time to spare for a long session.

- First off, he’ll offer to crossdress doing this. Do you want him dressed as a maid? A nurse? He’s pretty sure he has that nun outfit still, if you’re into that. Toys? Do you want to watch him edge himself with a vibrator? Do you want him to deny himself and orgasm with a cock ring? The list goes on and on, and he fully allows you to pick any toys or outfits for him to use.

- He’s vocal. He’s not ashamed in the slightest and it shows. He spreads his legs wide, resting on the bed and purring out your name each time a particular stoke feels amazing.

- When he gets really into it, he’s laying on his back, his hips thrusting into his hand as a slew of moans and groans leave him. When he orgasms, his hips and legs stutter, and it takes a bit for him to recover and ask how you liked it.

- Though…You certainly have to let him watch you sometime.


V

- He’s slightly surprised when you bring it up. Well, more than slightly. His cheeks are red, and it takes him a moment to snap out of it and agree to do it for you sometime. It doesn’t bother him, he’s just not used to having someone expressing their, uh, sexual needs.

- The first time he does it, he actually fiddles with finding the perfect space and lighting so he can give you the best mood lighting. If you’re going to watch him, he wants to try and make everything look good.

- He’d sit for you on the couch, taking the time to palm himself over his briefs, and sometimes you would notice a shy blush cross over his cheeks, before he asks you if you’re enjoying the show, slowly pulling his cock out and giving languid pumps.

- He loses himself into it pretty easily. Closing his eyes, panting out soft groans of your name, possibly even gently teasing his balls along with his cock. It doesn’t take very long for him to cum, the sensation of you watching getting to him more than he thought, but when he’s done he gives you a small smile and asks how it was.

- Very willing to do it again for you, but afterwards, he does appreciate if you give him a show, or perhaps let him get you off.


Saeran

- Honestly, it does surprise him. He kind of shares the thoughts Jumin does, as in why watch when you could enjoy his cock in a much, much, better way?

- But he agrees. You do a few things he asks for during sex, so he figures he should at least humor you since it’s nothing he’s fully against.

- However, he teases you the whole damned time, to the point where you’re itching to have that cock in your mouth or anywhere else you can manage. He’ll smirk and keep slowly jerking himself off, watching you squirm in your seat while he lets out a low growl as precum starts to drip down his cock. 

- “Do you like this? I can’t believe you like such dirty things. Just how much porn do you watch when I’m not around? Filthy girl. Do you touch yourself at the idea of me doing this, too? Are you wanting to fuck yourself right now?”

- Eventually, even he finally cums, he’s not too vocal. He grunts, biting his lip, and his eyes are squeezed shut. Afterwards, he’s kissing you fiercely, encouraging you to take your turn in showing off for him now.

anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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Only You

Summary:  The reader and Archie don’t know exactly what they have, but they’re too scared to admit they want more. After a secret Archie kept from the reader is exposed during Jughead’s birthday party, it’s now or never. 

Word Count: 4599

Song Pairing: Do Re Mi by Blackbear https://youtu.be/BL9jY9b2uFg

Author’s note: One word: ANGST!! This is going to make you feel so many fucking things I’m going to warn you right now;) Let me know what you thought…if you survive haha 


From the moment the night had started you knew it was going to be rough. Betty had found out it was Jughead’s birthday, and nearly had a heart attack when she learned he’d never had a party before. From that moment on she was determined to throw him a party, despite what you and Archie told her.

You and Jughead go way back, like best friends since diapers back. Jughead had even been your first kiss. Your families had become close because they’d all grown up in Riverdale together. There had been a lot you’d gone through with him, but it wasn’t all sad things.

It was just that you knew how to be there for the other, more than just a shoulder to cry on. You had always believed that you were soulmates, but not in the romantic sense of the term, best friend soul mates if that was a thing.

If anyone were to be your soulmate IN the romantic sense, it would be Archie Andrews. There was just something about him, he was intoxicating to you. Archie made you feel so many things, whether it was butterflies or shivers down your spine.

You were hooked, but truth be told he felt the exact same way about you. He couldn’t explain it but he knew that when he was with you it just made sense. You were different, and you made him feel alive.

He wasn’t sure if love was real but if it was, you were it. No matter how sure of his feelings he was, part of him was still scared. The last thing Archie wanted to do was mess up and  lose you, but that was all he seemed to be able to do lately.

So Archie didn’t let you know everything he felt for you and just let whatever was happening continue to happen. It was painful because he wanted so much more, but the pain of losing you would be much worse.

You were currently sitting in your car with Jughead, postponing starting the night. Turning to you he asked, “ And you told Betty I hate my birthday?”. You’d told her about a thousand times, but it didn’t matter.

Turning to him as well you replied, “ Juggy I was a broken record, but she set her mind to it and now we have ourselves a…. party”. You didn’t know what exactly to call it because everything had escalated.

Originally it had been strictly inner-circle but due to Riverdale being Riverdale it turned into a classic high school party. Jughead closed his eyes and sighed, “ Just when I thought god couldn’t punish me anymore”.

Laughing you explained, “ Jug it sucks but Betty had good intentions, she cares about you because you’re……what exactly are you guys?”. Jughead sighed again, “ Add that to the list of confusing things that is currently my life (y/n)”.

He added, “ Betty is wonderful but I’m not sure if I’m ready for her…..she’s the type you settle down with and I don’t even know if I’ve been programed to do so”. It made sense, Betty was so perfect and that was intimidating.

Jughead shot back, “ If we’re going to define things, what exactly is your relationship with the ginger stallion”. You instantly smiled thinking about Archie, and how fun tonight would be for you both.

Grinning you answered, “ Let’s just say so far it’s been a fun ride, a really fun ride”. Getting what you were hinting at he stuck out his tongue in fake disgust. He sat up too, “ We’ve known eachother since before we knew how to speak (y/n), and so I know it’s much more than just some fling”.

Shrugging your shoulders you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, “ Nope I’m not letting you sarcastic comment your way out of this one, you really care about him maybe even lo-”.

Jughead was cut off when there was knocking on your car window, and it was no other than Archie. When you rolled down the window Archie jokingly said, “ I’m just glad the windows aren’t foggy”.

You face was red but it wasn’t because of his accusation, it was because what Jughead had said. If you were going to be honest with yourself you did love Archie, you loved him bigtime. You just weren’t sure now was the right time, and you didn’t want to ruin what you currently had.

Jughead picked up on how red you face was, but he kept it to himself. You turned your car off and got out, wrapping your arms around Archie. Smirking you said, “ Don’t worry Arch, I know that’s what your car is for”.

Archie wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He could never keep his hands off of you, there was something that just drew him to you. Jughead rolled his eyes, “ I’m right here guys…I’m starting to think you enjoy an audience”.

You just flipped him off and continued to kiss Archie, wanting to push away your bad feelings about tonight. Archie let his hands roam and he not only grabbed your ass, but picked you up and placed you on the hood of your own car.

He started to kiss your neck and you laughed, “ Fuck Archie are you drunk?”. You felt him smile against your skin as he giggled. He spoke softly, “ Not drunk, just buzzed”. You realized the strange taste on his lips had been alcohol.

Laughing you shook your head, “ Archie Andrews what am I going to do with you”. Before he could respond Jughead intervened, “ I’m going to stop you right there, I need you both to walk with me in the valley of despair”.

Archie turned around and you hopped down from the hood, both agreeing to be there for him. Taking Archie’s hand the three of you made your way towards the door, preparing for what ever tonight would bring.

As Jughead knocked on the door Archie stood behind you kissing your neck. He whispered in your ear, “ You look so amazing tonight (y/n)”. Archie was already insanely affectionate sober, but when he was drunk it was much more intense.

Your smile soon faded when you saw Veronica open the door. You wanted to like Veronica but you couldn’t. She clearly wanted Archie despite the fact that he was with you. Archie never fed into it, but it didn’t matter because she was relentless.

Veronica smiled, “ Hey Archiekins, happy birthday Jughead”. She hadn’t even addressed you, how childish could she be? Archie stopped kissing your neck, “Hey Veronica, where’s Betty?”.

Veronica didn’t care about Betty and she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably somewhere having a heart attack that a streamer is out of place”. Jughead just looked to you and rolled his eyes, and you did the same.

Archie took your hand, “ Come on babe let’s go have fun!”. Your annoyance vanished when you realized how happy Archie was to just be here with you. Entering inside the house you saw just how crazy everything was.

There was random people everywhere, empty bottles, and trash. Jughead sarcastically said, “Wow I can’t believe how many people are here to celebrate my birthday!”. You realized that no one would even know it was a birthday party unless they looked at the decorations.

Veronica crossed her arms, “ There’s also people downstairs, I’m pretty sure Betty wanted to speak with you and (y/n) so Archie and I will wait up here!”. Three seconds ago she had no idea where Betty was, and she suddenly remembered this?

You didn’t buy it, “ Aw what a good “friend” you are Ronnie! Why don’t you stay up here while Betty’s real friends go downstairs”. Taking Archie’s hand you lead him to the basement as Jughead followed.

As you walked down the stairs Archie whispered in your ear, “ Don’t be mad (y/n) the only girl I want is you”. That was true, but it didn’t stop Veronica from getting under your skin. Jughead didn’t know how to feel, “ Looks like we’re walking right into the belly of the beast”.

There sat there on the couch Betty amidst the madness. Cheryl was standing up in front of her audience which included; Reggie, Kevin, Moose, the Pussycats, Chuck, Ethyl, Dilton, and Joaquin.

When Betty saw you guys her eyes lit up, the people she actually cared about were finally here. Cheryl also lit up when she saw you guys, “ Well if it isn’t the birthday boy himself! Since you all are here we can start the game”.

You raised an eyebrow, “ A game?”. Jughead added, “ What are we five again Cheryl, come on”. Archie was down for whatever so he took an open seat and made you sit on his lap. Jughead leaned against the wall, preparing for a fast getaway.

As you heard the sound of heels going down the stairs, you knew it was Veronica. Archie could sense your anger and so his grip around your waist tightened, trying to distract you. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ Alright everyone we’re playing secrets and sins”.

Jughead spoke up, “ Seriously Cheryl that’s what you come up with? Let me guess it’s truth or dare on steroids”. The name of the game made you feel uneasy, you hated games where the main point was to start shit.

Cheryl just grinned, “ We’re starting with Riverdale’s finest, Archie Andrews”. Instantly your stomach started to churn, you didn’t like where this was going. You tried to stop it, “ Cheryl pick someone else”.

She just laughed, “ Oh is poor little (y/n) scared? I mean you have every right to be…especially after that night where Veronica and Archie had a little adventure in a closet”. You heard Archie whisper, “ Fuck” to himself.

You stood up, “ What adventure?”. Veronica came and stood next to Cheryl, the both of them just beaming. Cheryl laughed, “ Guess there’s some trouble in paradise huh? Archie didn’t tell you…”. You felt the anger boiling and you didn’t know whether you wanted to hit Veronica or Cheryl, or both.

Veronica grinned, “ It was after homecoming, Archiekins and I shared an intimate moment…it was very 13 going on 30 of us”. You couldn’t even turn around and face Archie, there’s no way both Veronica and Cheryl would lie about this.

Betty tried to help, “ Come on Cheryl, stop messing with people’s feelings just because you’re sad you lost Jason”. It warmed your heart that Betty was trying to protect you, but you were seeing red.

By now Archie stood up and he kept reassuring you, “ It was nothing, it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t feel a thing”. Nothing Archie said mattered right now, he had lied to you and embarrassed you in front of everyone.

Jughead saw your fists clenched, and he knew you were going to explode. He rushed over to you and held you back. You got in Veronica’s face, “ How fitting that the girl with daddy issues turned into a homewrecker! Keep trying to distract yourself from the joke that is your life Veronica, but no matter what you do you’ll always be empty!!”.

For affect you added, “ I’m not going to hit you either, I don’t feel like ending up like your father…I heard prisons a bitch”. The entire room just cheered, this was the exact entertainment everyone had hoped for.

Veronica didn’t know what to do, she just stood there trying to find the words. Veronica didn’t know you’d act this way, and being confronted like that scared her, not to mention the fact that everything you’d said about her was true.

Cheryl just laughed, “ Shit (y/n) I didn’t know you had it in you”. You just wanted to get out of this damn room and away from all of them. Turning to Jughead you took his hand, “ We need to get out of this room Juggy”.

As you turned to leave Archie reached out for you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were already holding back tears, and if you looked at him you’d fall apart. Jughead went in between you both, “ No Archie, you’ve done enough”.

                                    Yeah, if I could go back to the day we me

                           I probably would just stay in bed

You felt a thousand emotions all at once as you went back upstairs with Jughead. Instantly you went over to the drinks table and downed whatever you saw. You didn’t want to feel anything, you didn’t want to think about anything.

Jughead just leaned against the table, “ You sure you want to do that (y/n) I don’t know if-”. You smiled as you felt the warm liquid wash all over your body. Placing the now empty red cup down you turned to Jughead, “ I know what I want to do, dance”.

               You run your mouth all over town, And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover, Pay me back or bitch, it’s over

Back downstairs things were just getting worse and worse. After Jughead had stopped Archie from going after you, Veronica had gone over to him. Placing a hand on his chest she said, “ Forget about (y/n), we both know she isn’t worth it”.

Cheryl still wasn’t done, “ You know Archie I’d be more concerned about the fact that your best friend just went off with your girl, screams rebound to me”. Kevin just sat there with his jaw dropped, this was all amazing.

Betty got up, “ Stop Cheryl, and you know what Veronica stop too! You’re both treating everyone like we’re all your puppets!”. Both girl’s didn’t care about anything Betty had to say, they were playing a game, and they were winning.

All the presents I would send, Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Veronica didn’t skip a beat, “ Archie why don’t we go somewhere and talk you know we can-”. Archie was done, he didn’t want anything to do with Veronica. His worst fear had come true, he’d messed up.

He angrily ran his hands through his hair stepping back, “ Ronnie get out of my face..I need to leave… I can’t”. With that he left through the basement door and vanished into the night. Veronica just stood there, arms crossed and pissed.

She’d thought Archie would want to retaliate with her and that they could finally do something more than kiss for a second. Cheryl sighed, “ Well that was dramatic, anyways who’s next?”.

Betty took off after Archie, hoping she could fix things. She’d been there that night and immediately after it happened Archie had explained to her how things had gone down. So she knew it truly had been nothing.

Betty had still been dealing with her feelings for Archie and so when she’d been dared to go have 7 minutes in heaven with him she declined and Veronica took her place. About a minute in Archie came storming out of the closet pissed off, leaving Veronica standing there annoyed.

Archie had gone outside, and Betty followed him. When Betty asked what happened Archie told her, “ Ronnie started talking bad about (y/n) and then out of nowhere kissed me! I pushed her right off and told her I love (y/n)”.

Betty smiled, “ Woah Arch, you love her?”. Archie hadn’t even realized that’s what he’d said, it had just come out.  He smiled to himself, “ I do Betty…and I don’t want this ruining anything”.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, “ Don’t worry Archie it won’t, Veronica was embarrassed and I’m sure no one will ever bring this up again. I don’t think it’s worth saying something because it really didn’t mean anything”.

Next time I'ma stay asleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

Betty felt she was partly why things were so messed up again, and she wanted to go find Archie and fix things. She had honestly thought what had happened wouldn’t matter and she felt horrible that she’d been wrong.

Back upstairs you’d somehow got Jughead to actually agree to dance with you. Jughead didn’t dance, but tonight was already weird enough that nothing could surprise you anymore.

It had taken some warming up on Jugheads part, at first he had acted as if you were at a school dance. You had to physically put his hands on your hips, and it still took him awhile to get comfortable.

                 And you got me thinking lately, Bitch, you crazy

And nothing’s ever good enough

Laughing you told him, “ You don’t have to keep enough room for jesus Jug”. It caused him to laugh too and so he brought his body even closer to yours. You started to feel whatever you’d drank work it’s magic.

Turning around your back now pressed against his front. To your surprise he put his hands on your hips again, “ Wow is Jughead Jones actually having fun?”. You heard him laugh again and it gave you a brief feeling of happiness.

He whispered into your ear, “ I’m making the best out of it”. Jughead was having fun, by distracting himself. He was focusing on you instead of focusing on the fact that it was his birthday, or the fact that he didn’t know how he felt about Betty.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, going with the beat of the song. You were starting to feel good, whether it was the alcohol or just having fun with Jughead. Jughead moved his hips with yours, dancing better than you thought he ever could.

So fuckin’ done with all the games you play, I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby

So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

Still swaying with the beat you dragged your hands up your body, as you moved your actual body down. When you moved your body back up, you leaned forward pressing your ass into Jughead’s groin.

For a second you thought you might’ve crossed a line, until Jugheads hands slid down your body. Turning your head to the side you joked, “ Practicing for Betty?”. You watched as he blushed, so something was there.

         If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would’ve stayed in bed

You wake up everyday, And make me feel like I’m incompetent

Betty had caught up with Archie, he had only gone down the street. He sat down on the cirb, his head in between his knees. When he heard footsteps the first thing he said was your name, but he only saw Betty when he looked up.

Sitting down next to him she said, “ It’s going to work out Arch, I promise”. He laughed, but only because that sounded so crazy. Archie shook his head, “ There’s no way I can fix this, Veronica lied in front of EVERYONE!”.

Betty rested a hand on his knee, “ Look drama travels fast in this town which means pretty soon it will be on to the next thing. All that matters is that (y/n) knows the truth, and I can back you up”.

Archie remembered that he’d told Betty what had happened immediately, and he perked up. Finally he picked his head up, “ Shit I’d forgot! Maybe I can fix this!”. Betty smiled, she wanted you and Archie to be happy together.

Getting up she added, “ You’re in love Archie, love always wins”. He got up and they both started walking towards the house again. Archie had never wanted you as bad as he did right know. The thought of losing you, even if it was only for thirty minutes, had been awful.

            I wrote a little song for ya It go like….  Do, re, mi, fa  

so fuckin’ done with you, girl, So fuckin’ done with all the games you play

When Archie walked into the party again all he saw was you dancing with Jughead. You both were smiling while Jughead was a little too handsy. Archie couldn’t help it, he stormed right over to the both of you and pulled you forward.

Immediately you broke your wrist free, “ What the fuck are you doing Archie!”. Archie stepped back for a second, trying to calm down. He just wanted to stop messing up but he couldn’t.

He yelled back, “ What are you doing (y/n)!”. Pushing him back you said, “ I’m dancing with someone who actually gives a fuck about me Archie, that’s what the fuck I’m doing!”. By now a crowd had gathered again, wanting to witness the show.

Archie shot right back, “ You can’t be serious right?! You didn’t even let me explain!”. You started to laugh, oh that was a good one. Raising you hands up in frustration you asked, “What is there to explain Archie? That you let some slut ruin what we had!”.

You were so angry that tears were streaming down your face. With more sadness than anger you added, “ I love you Archie…and you did this to me”. Instantly any anger he had disappeared, he’d never wanted to hurt you.

When everyone had heard you say the word “love” they whole atmosphere of the room changed. Betty stepped forward, “ I was there (y/n) and it was nothing! A minute in Archie stormed out of the closet and he told me what happened”.

Realizing she had your attention she continued, “ Veronica kissed him and Archie immediately left, I thought if he told you it would just make a bigger problem”. Jughead stood behind you and rubbed your shoulder, wanting you to feel better.

Archie stepped forward and took your hands in his, “ I told her that I love you (y/n), that’s why she means nothing to me…I love you”. You couldn’t believe what he’d just said, you just wished the first time you said “ I love you” wasn’t after getting into a fight in front of the entire school.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you replied, “ Then let’s go celebrate”. Smirking he kissed you, wanting everyone to know you were his. Before leaving he yelled, “ Just so all you assholes know I love (y/n) so fuck off otherwise!”.

You started to laugh, “ Shit Archie you’re still somewhat drunk huh?”. Leading you outside he said, “ Drunk in love”. Shaking your head you lead him towards you car, or at least tried to because it’s incredibly hard to move when Archie Andrews has his hands all over you.

You went to go into the driver’s side but he opened your back door and pulled you into the back seat. He smirked, “ I want you (y/n) and I can’t wait any longer”. You were suddenly extremely thankful for your roomy backseat and tinted windows

Now you were straddling him, and he had the biggest smile on his face. Looking down you asked, “ What?”. Pulling you closer to him he kissed you, “ I love you”.  Archie Andrews was much more complex than anyone realized.

Shaking your head grinning you said, “ I love you too, idiot”. He laughed before pulling your body closer to his. By bringing his hands up your thighs he took off the loose dress you’d been wearing.

He had that smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, acting as if it was the first time he’d seen you like this. Before you could ask him why he was looking at you like that Archie bit his lip, “ You always look so damn beautiful”.

Somehow you still blushed, you always thought the affect he still had on you was crazy. Smiling you told him, “ Your turn”. And with a smirk on his face he took of his shirt, shorts, and boxers.

You just giggled at how eager he was but he was still smirking, “ Quit acting like you’re not insanely turned on by what you see”. Sighing with a smile on your face you took off your own bra and panties.

For affect you added, “ I’d say stop acting like you’re not turned on, but I can see for myself” hinting to his fully erect member. Archie just shook his head before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt him pressing against your entrance and you moved your hips forward, grinding against him. Archie began to kiss down your neck, nibbling lightly until he found your sweet spot. As you groaned he massaged your clit with his thumb.

Moaning you begged, “ Archie I need you”. He moved his hand faster and started kissing down the valley of your breasts. You moaned loudly as he began sucking on your nipple, dragging it lightly between his teeth.

After he’d teased you long enough he kissed back up your neck and whispered in your ear, “ You sound so beautiful begging for me (Y/n)”. Whenever you and Archie fooled around, he always loved making you feel good.

To Archie, nothing turned him on more than knowing that you were happy or felt good because something he’d done. Archie thought of it as a way to express how he’d felt about you without really saying anything.

You needed him so badly, “ Please Archie I-”. Archie cut you off by slowly inserting himself inside you, making you moan loudly. To deal with the mixture of pain and pleasure you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

Archie had his hands on your hips, pulling you forward as he deeply thrust inside of you. He started to go faster, “ Tell me who’s making you feel this good baby”. As your bodies moved together you found it hard to process anything but how good it felt.

To your surprise Archie suddenly flipped you over so you were on your back, moving your leg to hook around his own back. This had let him go deeper inside of you, “ Baby I need to hear who’s making you feel so good”.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you told him, “ You Archie, you’re making me feel so fucking good”. A smile formed upon his lips and he leaned down, kissing you passionately. Archie kept going faster and he was hitting all the right spots.

He nibbled on your earlobe again, groaning in your ear. The sound alone wanted to make you cum right then and there. Archie nearly growled, “ Say my name baby”. To get his point further across he started to slightly tweak your nipple.

You moaned out his name but that wasn’t enough, “ Tell me who’s going to make you cum right now”. You were right on the edge, and his words were pushing you over it. You yelled out his name, not caring who heard.

You felt him smile against your skin, “ That’s it baby, cum for me right now”. You were no longer on the edge, you’d just dived head first off of it. It felt like a tsunami had started in your core and washed all over your body.

Wave after wave of pleasure shook through your entire body and all you could do was call out Archie’s name. You knew he was right there with you as you felt him twitch inside of you. Together you rode out your orgasms, both shaking.

When it was over Archie took your face in his hand, “ I love you (y/n), only you”. You kissed him again, wanting to preserve the moment. Archie moved your body so you were laying on your side, pressed against him. Nothing else mattered because Archie finally knew that he’d never lose the love of his life again.

High School (1/?)

Summary: It is alternate universe where Steve goes to the same high school as the reader but she is very shy and quiet while he is very popular. Lindsay is there to make reader’s life miserable. 

Pairings: AU!Steve Rogers x Reader 

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: Angst, reader gets picked on a lot and she get’s called “retard”

A/N: This was requested by @ruby-rose789 and I’m sorry it’s two parts. It just got way too long and I didn’t want to drag it. Next part will be very fluffy, I promise and I recommend checking out, ‘A Little Princess’. It is amazing! 


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Y/N walked through the halls with her head down, trying to get to her locker without any problems. There were a lot of other people that made walking down the hall difficult for a person that is shy and quiet; like Y/N. It was ironic really, that the quiet people got more attention than the loud ones, well usually they got attention from others who hated them, like how Y/N got attention from Lindsey Montenegro. Lindsey Montenegro was the most popular girl in the school which happened mostly because her dad is the principal which makes everyone fear her and it also made her have power. Power to make everyone’s life miserable by picking on them, even if they’re doing nothing but breathing.

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The Lady Professor and The Writer: Or, Still Working Hard

by: mldrgrl
rating: R
summary: Hank goes on a two week book tour and misses Stella

Hank was never very fond of book tours, less so as time passed.  It was the travel, mostly, not the signings or readings.  Those could still be fun.  But, the older he got, the more of a homebody he became.  Living out of hotels for weeks at a time could be fun for a few days, but not for weeks.  Being away from his things, away from his routine, away from Stella, held no appeal.

He fought with Charlie about it, but in the end, agreed to a two week tour around the states, hitting the major cities he was the most popular in.  LA, of course, New York, of course, Chicago, Atlanta, Phoenix, San Francisco, Denver, Seattle, Boston, Baltimore, St. Louis, Providence, and oddly enough, Omaha.  Not in that order.  One night in each city.  He would be on a plane every day for thirteen days.  

He finished the first week on the west coast and then began heading east.  He was mostly looking forward to the last three days on the journey because it would require the least travel time and energy.  Boston to Providence to New York.  He would spend an extra day in New York to see Becca, and then he would fly home.

By the time he made it to Boston and into the home stretch, he was so anxious to be finished, the Q&As and the signings were becoming one giant blur.  Then again, they were all the same, just the faces changed.  He could handle one in his sleep at this point, and it was a good thing too, because he felt like he was sleepwalking through it.  When he got home he was going to have to ask Charlie to review the offers again on his last book for film rights.  If any of them were decent enough, it could buy him some rest and relaxation for awhile.

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In The Wrong Hands Part 2 (Reggie Mantle x Reader)

Okay so here is part 2 of In the wrong hands reggie mantle imagine. Hopefully everyone enjoys this part as much as they did the first and I am so grateful to all of the positive feedback that I am getting from everyone and will be open to any requests that you have for me.


PART TWO

Shocked you stood up and looked at the furious Cheryl with wide eyes, trying to think a reason as to why they would be sitting like that for a “biology project”, you tried but nothing came to mind. Your heart was beating rapidly and you couldn’t think of anything else besides that maybe the flirtatious interaction earlier that day was not just a one-sided thing. Maybe Reggie wasn’t as faithful as you thought…

Sitting back down you placed your hands on your head still trying to think of something, anything that didn’t come to the conclusion that Reggie was possibly cheating on you. You heard Cheryl huff and then the faintest tapping sound of her nails dialing a number. Looking up once again you saw fire in Cheryl’s eyes and you knew that she was going to go off. She shot you a pleading look for you not to stop her and then you heard the gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Why the hell is Veronica Lodge sitting all cozy on your lap in this Instagram post?” Cheryl said with an eerily calm tone to her voice. You couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end but you hoped that it was Reggie explaining that it was all a misunderstanding and that it wasn’t his idea.

“I hope you can explain everything to Y/N because to me it looks like you are cheating on her and you better pray to god that that isn’t true.” Cheryl’s voice was sweet again before she hung up on Reggie.

“It looks like we might have to train the girls a little harder at practice tomorrow, especially Miss. Veronica Lodge.” She said turning to look at you, a devilish smile ghosting her lips, sighing you gestured for the two of you to leave. You decided that you would talk to Reggie tomorrow, the anxiety of today had exhausted you too much and you just wanted to be home.

Once you were home you prayed to anybody that tomorrow was going to be better before you let your blankets devour you in their warmth. Tomorrow would be better…

That next morning you woke up to multiple texts from Reggie apologizing and trying to explain what had happened.

Babe, please answer me. I swear there’s nothing going on between me and veronica…

Y/N???

Please baby I love you so much. Honest to god nothing has happened and nothing will happen. I only have my eyes on you.

The frantic texts had calmed your aching heart and you replied that the two of you would talk today and that you loved him too. You were still nervous about having such a discussion but you trusted Reggie.

You were headed for your front door when you heard honking from what you assumed was Cheryl Blossom’s cherry red 1961 Chevrolet Impala. Slipping on your shoes you rushed out to see Cheryl cranking up her music and honking impatiently for you to hurry up. Giggling you ran towards the car and the two of you sped off to school. Thoughts of Reggie and Veronica had faded away and your brain was bursting with the new cheer choreography that Cheryl was chattering on about.

The school parking lot came quickly into view and you scanned the cars to see where Reggie might be, you spotted him standing around with Moose and some other jocks. Smiling you were just about to get out of Cheryl’s car to hug him… but without warning he was tackled into a hug by none other than Veronica Lodge. Paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle, your mouth was agape as you watched the scene unfold.

Veronica pulling away from Reggie, Veronica leaning up and grabbing a handful of his hair and finally Veronica smashing her red lips onto his. When she pulled away there was red lipstick staining Reggie’s lips. Your heart lurched into your throat and you could not look away. Cheryl had already slammed her car door and marched over to the scene, her red hair billowing behind her as if they were the flames to the fire that was burning in her eyes. She yanked the dark haired beauty off of Reggie and was undeniably cussing her out but you didn’t hear a thing she said, your brain was unable to process the event that had unfolded before you.

You looked into Reggie’s eyes and found his apologetic gaze looking back at you. He broke away from the group that had formed around him and rushed towards Cheryl’s car, lips still stained red. You hadn’t realized it but your eyes had let a flood loose, Reggie’s hand touched your tear-stained cheek, apologizing profusely.

“Y/N I don’t know why she did that.” Reggie’s words snapped you out of your daze.

“ Why would she do that if there was nothing between you two Reggie? What about that Instagram post yesterday? That obviously was not just a misunderstanding, a girl wouldn’t kiss a guy or sit in his lap like that if nothing was going on. So why don’t you tell me the truth. What is going on Reggie?” You fired off questions viciously as more tears streamed down your face. Reggie was left speechless unable to explain his side.

Getting out of the car you stormed your way over to the still flaming Cheryl and dragged her into the school and to the girls locker room, not wanting anyone else to see the continuation of your emotional turmoil.


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A Look into Amanda’s Vision, The Princess Advert and IDW Comic Canon: Mona Wilder revealed? (Theory Post)

Theory:

“Mona Wilder” is the seventh Black Wing subject alias MOLOCH, trapped within the squeaky ‘stress toy’, and currently communicating through dreams and commercials.

She is “The Princess” in both the commercial seen in the main series, and possibly the insane ‘Princess’ child in the IDW Comic Series.

She is who persuaded Bart to get to (and possibly to kill) Dirk Gently.  

Evidence:

Amanda’s “vision” in S1 E3.

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Stick with Me

Based on @marmoraskeith‘s text post about Lance, Keith, strange flowers, and a rather ‘sticky’ situation. ;)


Note to self: when on a strange planet, do not touch any of the plants, no matter how cool they look.

Lance made the mental note as he and the rest of the team made their way back onto the ship. He was surprised he could even formulate a proper thought, considering the amount of commotion going on. Hunk was rambling worriedly to Coran, who was doing his best to comfort the yellow paladin. Allura was lecturing him on god knows what, hands flying angrily as she marched on ahead of them. Shiro was silent, which was terrifying, and Pidge hadn’t stopped laughing since the incident.

The incident that had left his and Keith’s hands glued together.

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anonymous asked:

You mentioned in the past that Keith might be part Druid, what evidence do you have to think that?

The main thing that I base this on is s1e1. Keith demonstrates a particular aptitude for sensing and finding the Lions.

Now… this’d seem like a “no, duh” moment- aren’t they supposed to be connected?

But here’s the thing. Or, rather, things.

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@gifsourcefed made a little post detailing about how she felt about all the hosts and I thought it would be a good way to show my appreciation as well! 

My story is pretty much like every others, I started way back in 2012, right around the time of the fall, and from then on my life was forever changed. SourceFed has always been my home, some place I could leave for a bit and then come back and things were a little different, like the furniture had changed around and maybe we got some new members, but it was still home, it still had the heart and the love that I always remembered.

Lee Newton, the sweetest, funniest, dinosaur loving woman I’ve ever seen. I connected with her Make-A-Wish story and being sick and having surgeries all the time as a kid with my own past being similar, and from then on she felt like a new mom, one complete with hilarious voices and a bright smile.

Joe Bereta, the dad I wish I had, so athletic and fearless, and Joe knew how to tell a story like nobody else, I always wanted to learn how to tell a story like Joe Bereta, even if he did almost die in half of them.

Elliott Morgan, the dry humored, silly guy who had the tendency to go a little dark, Elliott was filled with endless talent and entertainment, there truly was nobody like Elliott Morgan, and never will be. 

Steve Zaragoza, this silly, joyous, funny, fantastic man. I love Stee, even when I disagree with him, because Steve is so magical, so special in the way he exudes happiness. Zabagoobler has always been the kind of guy I wanted to be friends with.

Trisha Hershberger, this small, dramatic, tech loving woman. I love Trisha Hershberger. Trisha reminded me of myself, in drama and wanting to be an actress, and so very tiny and optimistic and loved games and technology. Trisha is the sweetest little lady, and I know she’s going to be a fantastic mother.

Meg Turney, this red haired force of nature. Meg was hot and quick and full of life, so casually cool and fun it almost hurt. Meg seemed so effortless in everything, like that being that amazing was just easy. She made being a nerd girl in a t-shirt be hot.

Ross Everett, although far from a favorite of mine personally, always added a little spice. I actually did come to miss him when brought up the last few days, missing the dynamic he had, and I think that’s how Ross shined: he was good with people, good with bouncing off of them, good at creating a fun energy and a good time. I could only hope to have that much energy as Ross.

And then came our first round of newbies. Admittedly, these are probably my favorite hosts, ones I connected with the most.

William Haynes, the unpredictable, creative, wild Naruto Shippuden loving boy. I had a crush on Will when he first popped up on Anime Club. Will was awkward, but well spoken and characteristic, and funny? Will was so funny. And he changed, right before our own eyes, Will went from this awkward boy, to this amazing, cool, funny man. Will showed me that even in the void, you can always find the light at the of the Tunnel (Vision). Speaking of Anime Club…

Reina Scully, this small, beautiful Asian woman. God do I love Reina Scully. Reina was small, just like me, and loved anime, and was actually pretty disgusting and lewd, in the best of ways, things that I was afraid of showing, but Reina brought me out of my shell. Reina is by far my favorite host, coming into her own from sitting quietly at TableTalks to yelling to my favorite soft chicken boy. Never did I have to think about liking Reina, because she was so likeable right from the moment she popped up. Somebody else that brought me out of my shell?

Sam Bashor, meek and sweet in the beginning, now a still sweet, but amazing man who is so full of ideas and passion that he seems like he’s going to burst. Sam was also somebody I had a crush on, the old Doctor Who outfits were so charming, and the privilege of seeing Sam (and Will) grow from boys my age to these incredibly talented men who are living their dreams and their passions, has always given me hope and something to strive for, that you can change but still be yourself at heart, especially if deep down you’re actually just the Flash.

Matthew Lieberman, this boy! God I love Matt. It was so popular to dislike Matt, but I loved him. I love the crazy stories Matt always brought to the table, and he always knew how to tell them, the details and specifics, and in story reactions almost unbelievable and amazing. And cooking! The man can cook. Amazingly so. I’m so upset we never got to see more of Matt’s skills, and that SourceFeed is never going to happen now. And on top of that, an actor and a writer? Matt is so talented, and I especially loved him on Nuclear Family.

Around late 2014 early 2015 I fell off SF, but not for long. I came back home, just like always, and there were even more new hosts. 

Bree Essrig, this feminist fireball, Bree is everything I wish I could be. Talented, outspoken, funny, beautiful. Bree is the complete package, topped with hair just as fiery as she is. Bree’s skills were brought to the forefront on Nuclear Family, and not getting to see those anymore makes me so sad. God damn do I love Bree Essrig. Know who else I love?

Maude Garrett. Maude. Fucking. Garrett. When Maude Garrett enters a video, enters a single frame, this is Maude’s show now. Maude brings the light to the room, draws all the attention in with that tall blonde Australianness that only she could exude, somehow contained in a Star Wars dress. Maude is so ridiculously funny, you might as well just sit back and let her go at it. The dynamic with Sam is so amazing, so perfect, lightning in a bottle that could never be recreated. I can’t wait for the Smaudecast.

Steven Suptic. This soft chicken boy. This boy grew on me. I watched SPF for Reina, she’d always been my favorite, and now she did games? Full time? Hell fucking yeah I was in. But then this boy came in. This weird white boy with greasy hair who said all the wrong things. I don’t know how long I wouldn’t watch a video that didn’t feature somebody else that involved Suptic. But somewhere along that way, that boy got a haircut, and I’m pretty sure some new glasses, and eventually found his voice and his stride, and GOD do I love Steven Suptic. Suppy is a grower, somebody that’s so bombastic you’re off-put by him. But then you watch more, and you realize that boy that jokes around all the time? Is sentimental, and kinda sweet, even if he still says the wrong things sometimes, but now it’s a little bit endearing, especially if his dick is just, y’know. Out.

I was pretty consistent with keeping up from now until the end, and luckily, I’d already been keeping up with a few of the new hosts.

Ava Gordy, a sweet, funny, short haired lady with legs more bendable than I thought possible. Ava’s been somebody I knew since 2012 as well, I saw a video she did for Taylor’s Swift’s “RED” album reviewing it, and had been watching “HALT, I am Ava.” ever since. Seeing Ava here was a surprise, a good one, Ava’s talents finally having the coolest of platforms I could think of to be shown off. Ava is funny, her timing and storytelling impeccable. Ava Gordy is a masterpiece.

Mike Falzone, this sweet, funny man was also somebody I knew, having been around the YouTube block, knowing of Tonjes and Gunnarolla. Mike was like Steve, hilariously funny, always doing something to get a laugh, and this man is so genuine it seems almost impossible. Mike is so sweet, so good to this world, and so funny on top of it all. The world does not deserve the Calzone, but we get to enjoy him anyways.

Candace Carrizales. Oh Candy. Candace is someone that took the most to grow on me. Her humor is so different from the others, her demeanor so unexpected from this office that’s known to be out of this world loud and exuberant. Not Candy. Candy’s just hear to be here, and have a good time, and to give a laugh. I wish I could’ve appreciated Candace sooner, seeing her grown more comfortable and more into her voice and comedy has been amazing, and I wanted nothing but to see her more, considering she’s made me laugh so much in the last few months than I ever expected.

Yessica Hernandez-Cruz, God damn do I love this lady. Yessica and Will were dynamite, bouncing off each other, feeling like the PBL duo to SFN’s Maude and Sam, it was impossible to not smile seeing these two do magic together. Yessica on her own, is even more magical, proud of who she is and unapologetic, and holy shit can Yessica make me laugh. I’m going to miss Yessica, but I have hope for the PBL trio, considering John’s promises. Speaking of…

John Ross, I love this man. John is somebody I want to hang out with, to teach me all that he knows about food and camera work and everything he’s familiar with. John has such an aura about him, so friendly and positive, John is the calming member of this amazing trio, just wanting to spend time with his friends and have a good time and make amazing content. John Ross is a gift.

Whitney Moore, another gift, was the perfect person for Nerd. Whitney was a slightly familiar face, and she felt just so right to be there. Whitney brought a cool meal edge to the channel, her slightly darker tones of interest so contrasted with her bright and bubbly personality. I always smiled when Whit was on screen, so funny and cool, ready to take on the world. 

Filup Molina, the biggest surprise for me, was just on Nerd one day. Just hanging out. And I’m glad that he did, that hat wearing, funny boy. Filup’s always been slightly out of place for me, in the best way, his references falling on deaf ears because they didn’t make sense to others, jokes that the viewer caught going unnoticed by others, I loved him. Filup was a breath of fresh air for the channel, a sparkling gem that I feel not many noticed.

Aside from the hosts, I wanted to note a few BTS staff:

Rickey Mizuno, handsome, talented Rickey boy, beautiful behind the camera and in front of it. This man exudes charisma, and we didn’t get to see him nearly enough. Dani Rosenberg, the HBIC, funny and badass, Dani was one of my favorites to see. She really made SF what it was, and I want to see her do more awesome shit. Sophia Lorena, that curly haired beauty, dealing with Will’s shit every day was truly a lot for her to deal with, and I think for that alone we should be praising her. Also, have you seen her blog? Sophia’s amazing. Starline Hodge, the beautiful, talented graphic designer, Star’s vlogs and art have never not caused me to smile. Star was always subtle in things, but I always wanted more of her. And Audrey Davy, hearing Reina scream her name in SPF videos was always hilarious, and seeing her in Phil’s vlogs and in the Drunk Co-Workers series confirmed that Audrey is a dime a dozen, hardworking and sweet, Audrey was one of my favorites always.

To all of those in this list, and on staff, thank you for these 5 years. They were wonderful, and funny, and God, I will never forget them or the people that made them. And I will never forget the amazing community that thrived from it. I love every single one of you. 

See you, you hot little daddy’s.

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Jonsa prompt: "one more and that's it"

Sorry, anon, you were probably looking for, IDK, orgasms, but please instead have some soulmate AU angst (of the type where soulmates share dreams, unless you’re Jon, who took the night shift specifically to avoid his soulmate):


One more hour, Jon tells himself. One more and that’s it. The problem is, there’s nothing conducive to staying awake about desk work late at night. Or rather early in the morning. If he worked first or second shift, then he could go on patrol, interview people, do something interesting. Something active. Sometimes that does happen in the third shift, but not always, and not tonight. Tonight has been one hundred percent paperwork and boredom. People are always surprised when Jon tells them how much policework is just paperwork.

“Time for trash can basketball,” Pyp announces, slapping Jon on the back. “Unless you want to take a nap?” he adds, eyeing Jon.

Jon shakes his head adamantly. No napping. He’s made that mistake before. Even just a few minutes of overlap is a few too many. He rubs his hands together, mimes enthusiasm. “You just want me to take a nap because then you won’t have any real competition.”

Pyp whoops and everyone gathers around the trash can in shuffles of varying awake-ness. It’s a familiar game: they all take turns tossing crumpled paper balls into the can from increasing distances. If you miss, you lose and you’re out.

It’s a dumb game, but Jon likes the third shift guys he works with. Most are rookies stuck with the night shift until they work their way up. They’ll be glad to get out of here, to get back to a normal sleeping schedule and back to dreaming with their soulmates. Captain Mormont is always bugging Jon about moving up, getting off the career-killing graveyard shift, but Jon dug in his heels years ago: he works nights or he quits. Others are more like Jon. Cotter Pyke hates his soulmate’s guts and never wants to dream with them. Uncle Benjen, who led the night shift when Jon started at the station, didn’t have a soulmate at all. Neither did Ygritte, which had been at least part of what attracted Jon to her: that she did her own thing, was beholden to no one. That’s what Jon says, too, when people ask. They always do, especially when they learn he works at night and offer their sympathies. That must be so difficult. How lonely. You poor thing.

But Jon knows otherwise. What’s actually difficult is when he fucks up and nods off at his desk, and he’s catapulted into her dreams. Even catching a glimpse of her makes him see red–ha, ha. His body has learned to jerk awake at the first sign of her dark auburn hair. It was especially hard when she was in college and went to the occasional party, staying up late and sleeping in late enough to catch up with him. Sometimes she was still drunk enough that she tried to explain–as if he hadn’t understood her disappointment in him for exactly what it was–but in a drunk, self-absorbed, rambling way that made it clear nothing about her had really changed. He spent many of those Saturdays perpetually exhausted from trying to avoid her. Recently, too.

Grenn wins trash can basketball, like he always does–it’s his reach, Pyp claims, every single time, and argues they should institute a special penalty for him and giants like him–and by the time Jon looks at a clock again, it’s almost time to go. He and Sam organize everything to hand off to the day shift and head out together, Jon tugging down his sunglasses as they step outside.

“You’ve been more tired than usual lately,” Sam observes.

Sam’s the only one who knows about his soulmate and why he avoids her, so Jon admits the truth. “She’s started taking naps in the afternoon. It’s messing with me.”

“Maybe she wants to talk to you.”

Jon gives a short laugh. “About what? Everything’s been said.” There’s been some mistake. It can’t be you. It just can’t.

Sam gives a shrug, not committing to Jon’s interpretation of events. It’s annoying, but also very Sam in a way that makes Jon fond. Sam’s a nice guy. Nicer than him, for sure. Good at keeping an open mind, and unwilling to judge strangers on the words of friends. Jon respects that. In a weird way, he thinks that might be the reason he told Sam in the first place. As much as the memory of their first dream together makes him grind his teeth, Jon isn’t interested in a bunch of people who don’t know her, even his friends, bagging on her. Even if they would say all the things he’s thought in the past (what a bitch).

“There are people who think there aren’t any pre-existing connections between soulmates at all,” Sam offers.

Jon frowns. “How would that work?”

“They suggest that who we dream with may just be random–that people make connections based on the dreams, not because of fate or the gods or any other outside force.”

“That’s unexpectedly nihilistic of you. Don’t let Gilly hear you say that.” Jon laughs.

“I didn’t say I agreed with it,” counters Sam. “But–I don’t think it’s nihilistic at all. It’s all about what we make of it, isn’t it? We already know having a soulmate doesn’t predestine you for a life full of happiness and perfection. Case in point.” He gestures toward Jon, though he looks a little apologetic as he does.

“Hey, now,” Jon protests. “My life is just fine, thanks.”

Sam’s look is skeptical, but he doesn’t push on that front. “I’m only saying, maybe you should resolve whatever it is between you. Maybe you’re not going to get married and have five kids and live happily ever after–lots of soulmates don’t, you know, they’re best friends or mortal enemies or just someone who changes your life–but if you’re nothing to each other, that’s on you too.”

“That was her choice.”

“Yours too. You sort of let her make it, didn’t you? And you’ve avoided every opportunity to change it.”

Jon scowls. “That’s assuming she does want to talk to me at all, remember? Maybe she just really likes naps.”

“Naps are wonderful,” Sam allows, letting the subject go. “Gilly takes them in the afternoon with the baby, while I’m asleep too. It’s nice.”

“Well, go on then, enjoy your perfect life.” Jon waves Sam up to his apartment building, and smiles to take the sting out. “You deserve it.”

Sam’s words stick with Jon on his way home, churning. Four bus stops take Jon to his place, and to blissful, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep.


“She’s been here for a while. Only wanted to speak to you,” Pyp explains as Jon comes in the next day, bleary-eyed with his red-eye coffee.

“They didn’t call me?”

“She said she was happy to wait. Wouldn’t talk to anyone else.” Pyp shrugs. “Get this, though, she’s a total babe. I didn’t know you knew any babes, Snow.”

Jon tries to think of who it could be, and fails. “What’s her name?”

“Wouldn’t tell us. Weird, right? But we patted her down. She doesn’t have anything to kill you with, we’re pretty sure.”

It is pretty weird, he has to admit. Until he rounds the corner into the bullpen and sees her sitting by his desk and understands exactly why she didn’t tell anyone her name. The coffee slips from his hand and spatters on the floor as Jon, only dimly aware, sees a face he hasn’t seen in ten years but in the occasional dream.

She looks less surprised to see him. “Hi, Jon.” Sansa gives him a small, sad smile. “I need your help with something.”

[part 2]

Unnecessary Beings

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Pairing: McCree x Reader
Word count: 2K
Warnings: none, fluff!
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Prompt:  McCree x reader for 234. “Can I hold your hand?” Please?

a/n: whaaaat, an author’s note at the beginning of my story?? :0 Anyways, this is a story that was requested, just know that while writing this, I had Evan Rachel Wood’s version of If I fell playing the entire time. Also, should I start just a general tag list along with the designated story tag list??


As a seasoned member of Overwatch, you weren’t unaccustomed to the goings-on of your fellow members. You knew about the spontaneous lifting contests between Fareeha, Zarya and Reinhardt whenever they’re all in the training room together. Knew about Junk’s boba obsession and you even knew about McCree’s ability to flirt with any female on the base.

You weren’t jealous. Not at all.

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Lawful Good (superAU)

Fandom: RWBY
Paring: Ladybug (Ruby/Blake)
Words: 3085
Description: Ruby Rose is a superhero in the City of Vale, and recent student to Beacon University. Only problem is, her sister’s roommate is also the girl that Ruby is always having to rescue. Hopefully she can keep that part a secret from the overly investigative law student. 

You can blame @relatablepicsofblakebelladonna for the AU. I’m a sucker for Superhero stuff (see here for my other ruby and blake-centric platonic super hero fic shameless self promotion yay). See their page for more info on this one though. Hopefully i did it justice. 


The world blurred as she ran, the edges of her vision fading away. She could still see though, everything in front of her seemed to be standing still as she moved around the people, even outrunning vehicles. She was unstoppable, a force of nature, the wind itself incarnate; and she was late.

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Drunk In Love [Hogwarts!Jimin]

Request by @squishybaozi;  

Can u pretty please write more HogwartsAU with Jungkook or maybe Jimin? Please >_< they have both wormed their way into my heart and I can get enough. And I’m also a huge Potterhead ^_^“’ soooo you kinda killed me with Sweet Pea but unfortunately I have a couple of horcruxes lying around soo I’m gonna need u to do that again. If u have time and the idea flows of course. Please and thank you! x3

Summary: In which you accidentally spike Jimin’s drink with a love potion when it was supposed to be for Jungkook.

Genre: Fluff, Hogwarts!au

Word count: 3.8k

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