sitting on an arm chair

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Terrible day anon, and that is extremely generous... I know creativity isn't a faucet. But if some Hansy lightening bolt struck you, I could not would not complain.

The thing Harry hated most about Pansy Parkinson was the way she pushed her hair back when she was reading.   She’d been coming into the same coffee shop he liked for three weeks, always ordering the same thing, always sitting in the broken down green arm chair by the window with the spider plant.  She’d kick her shoes off, tuck one foot under her, and read her book for an hour, then leave.  And the whole time she shoved her hair back behind one ear only to have it fall forward again.  She’d do it over and over again for the whole hour and he kept seeing the motion out of the corner of his eye and it distracted him.

He was supposed to be reviewing a long series of dull regulations.  There were rules for Aurors - so many rules - and most of them hadn’t been updated since 1479.  In 1479 some poor sucker had been asked to review them all, and had.

Apparently it was his turn to be the sucker.

He hated it.

He didn’t like fighting dark wizards.   The idea had seemed noble when he’d been fifteen but now he thought he might have changed his mind and being asked to read through pages and pages of this garbage and make suggestions for changes wasn’t making the job any more appealing.  He’d taken to abandoning the Ministry offices to work here where the coffee was better because there was no way any human being could read through this stuff without coffee.  He’d asked Hermione for help and she’d laughed at him - actually laughed - and told him no friendship was great enough to take that on.

And he’d been doing fine until Pansy had starting appearing. Every little shove of her hair distracted him, and then he’d realize he’d been staring at her cute nose and her perfect lips and her smart little skirts for ten minutes and he’d force his eyes back to the parchment in front of him.

Then she’d push that hair back again.

He finally couldn’t stand it and on a Monday at 2:37 in the afternoon he shoved his hand in her face with the elastic hair tie he’d taken from the table where Hermione had left it when she’d gone up to Ron’s room the night before.  “If you tied that mess back you’d stop having to play with it,” he said.

She looked slowly up from her book and met his eyes for so long he began to squirm under that gaze.  “Potter,” she said at last.  She plucked the elastic from his fingers, placed it between the pages of her book, and closed the cover with a snap.   “What’s it to you?”

“You’re bothering me,” he said, realizing how stupid that sounded as soon as the words left his lips.

“So?” she asked.

He had to bluster on now.  He’d trapped himself.  “I have to read this,” he said.  He had the day’s pages in his other hand.   They were confidential.  He couldn’t just go about leaving them on coffee shop tables.  “I can’t focus with you around.”

She shrugged. “So stay in your office,” she said.

“I hate my office.”  Sometimes you only hear the truth when you say it out loud, and all the ways he’s resented this work, and all the ways being an Auror was a letdown, and all the ways he didn’t want to ever have to fight a Dark wizard again crystalized in that one sentence and he sank down into the hard, wooden chair directly opposite her and said again, “I hate it.”

The spider plant brushed against his cheek and he batted it away with annoyance.  Pansy reached over and took the pages out of his hand and skimmed them.  “You read through this on purpose?” she asked.  

“It’s my job,” he said helplessly.

“So quit,” she said. “You’re rich aren’t you?”

Harry nodded, though he still felt poor.  He still felt like the kid wearing ill-fitting hand-me-downs and he suspected he always would.   Her face softened for a moment and he wondered bitterly which of the ‘Poor Harry’ unauthorized biographies she’d read.  They ranged from sentimental to salacious and none of them did more than flirt with the truth but most liked to dwell on the horrific Muggle parenting he’d endured.  Abuse sold.

She slipped her book down into her bag, put her foot back into her shoe, and stood up. “Good,” she said.  “Since you’re rich you can afford to take me to dinner.”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon,” Harry said.  “I have to go back to - “

“Ugh,” she said. “You do not.  Are you taking me on a date or not?”

Harry decided he was.  He most emphatically was.  And he did.   The Ministry sent three owls demanding the classified and confidential files back and one Howler denouncing him for quitting after they’d made a special accommodation for a man with no N.E.W.T.s   Pansy sent one back.

He watched her write it.

She kept shoving her hair back behind one ear and he thought how much he loved that absent-minded gesture.

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Request: “Could you please write something where the reader is best friends with the marauders, especially Remus and Sirius? And at a party after a won quidditch game they all get drunk and end up in a threesome.”

Pairing(s): Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, James Potter x Lily Evans

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: READER GETS DOUBLE TEAMED! ALSO WOLFSTAR IS STRONG IN THIS FIC! LOTS OF SMUT AND DIRTINESS AND I AM GOING TO HELL!

The pounding music had been ongoing throughout the entire night since the end of the Quidditch match, your dorm room door barely muffling the sounds of constant laughter, chatter, and overall rowdiness. Your friends had been prettying themselves up, hoping to at least make out with one of the boys or girls on the team, since everyone downstairs was too drunk to care who they had a little fun with.

“You coming (Y/n)?” Your roommate giggled after taking a shot of Firewhisky.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you had stuffed up your lipstick for what had to be the third time. “In a sec. It was probably a bad idea to start drinking before I started my makeup, huh?”

Your friends laughed at your crooked grin, promising to meet you down there. You waved them off, knowing for certain that by the time you got down there, they would all be off getting laid.

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Daddy Devil  { Submission }

<– [Prologue] | [Dominance] | 

A/N: Lmaoooo the title is misleading xD but! In the context of the first part of this story, it makes sense lol. So there!

Anyway, here’s the second part of Daddy Devil! There was a lot of positive feedback on the first part, so I figured I’d give writing a second part a shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Consider it a belated Valentine’s Day present~ ;p

Words: 7,414

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU


Namjoon finds himself standing at the bottom of the regal staircase, face blank and cock grown hard between his legs. The clock on the walls ticks just past 3AM, and the entire house is silent—Hell, for once, seems to have quieted down.

But the thoughts in Namjoon’s brain are loud. The images from his dream continue to play in his head, and he scowls, fingers curling into fists.

Taut, rosy nipples—skin decorated with bruises and hickies. Thighs quivering, lips and chin slick with drool, ass red—but that smirk. That cocky little smirk that only belongs to one girl he’s had the pleasure of attempting to ruin, and that damn smirk belongs to you. A smart little girl in Jungkook’s territory, daring enough to deem him “daddy” and even more bold as to play games in his presence despite the fact that you had been at his complete mercy.

The way you’d reacted and bantered with him had been branded into his mind, and you’d been terrorizing him even though your physical presence in his life was lacking.

And tonight is not the first night you had entered his dreams and made him like this—cock stiff and weeping, his heart thrumming with the need to dominate and make you submit.

Yet…his dependence somewhat scares him, because he doesn’t need you, so instead he turns his frustration elsewhere—stepping forward and throwing open the double doors leading into the Play Room.

Girls are thrown over the couches and chairs, eyes groggily popping open at the sound of someone entering. They’re wearing nothing but collars or piercings, typically not needing clothes when their services are needed by many of Namjoon’s men throughout the day.

Eyes widening, the girls can hardly believe their eyes when they spot that its Namjoon who has interrupted their sleep, and any rude thoughts that had come to mind fly away. They all scramble to their feet, watching as Namjoon looks them over, their mouths already slack as their gaze drops to the tent in his pants.

“Don’t make me ask,” he simply states, voice gruff from sleep, and undresses himself before sitting down in an arm chair. Obedient as always, the girls immediately surround him, hands roaming his tanned skin and their mouths parting to release quiet moans.

Namjoon closes his eyes as they work, eyebrows furrowed as lips caress his neck and chest, a small hand boldly wrapping around his cock. They tug skillfully, a mouth descending to enclose around the head of his length. The wet warmth comforts him, coaxing his orgasm towards the surface, but even so he still feels unsatisfied.

These girls have no voice—no effect on him. They don’t make him cocky—don’t give him a challenge. They’re here to please and nothing more, there’s no feeling behind their actions, no reaction behind what they feel.

When he opens his eyes he sees a girl knelt before him, mouth engulfing his cock, her eyes locked on his, waiting to receive his approval. But that’s all she cares about, making sure the Devil is happy with her work, and that doesn’t get Namjoon off.

It used to, in the drunk hours of the night, but not now.

Now he only sees the girls face and wishes that she could be you—trying your best to please him earnestly, searching for a reward yet also getting off despite the pain. A spicy, yet innocent demon—one that he wants to get his hands on once again.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching down and shoving the girl off of him.

“Sir?” she asks in surprise, nervousness overtaking her tone. Standing up, Namjoon quickly steps into his pants, cock still hard against his leg, and looks back at the girls. His eyes are dark.

“You all did fine, go back to sleep.”

With that he exits the room and storms up the stairs. When he reaches his private quarters, Namjoon slams the door shut behind him, feet gluing to the floor a few steps inside the room. His eyes lock on the spot where he’d first saw you—hands bound above your head, body bare and utterly perfect.

Hand sneaking beneath the band of his pants, his palm strokes his cock, breath turning shaky as he recalls his memory of that day. Your ass, your lips—the way your pussy had felt around his cock. The way you’d obeyed him yet had made sure to retain your independence with wit, and the thought of your snarky words alone has a growl building in his throat, wrists twisting and his eyes fluttering shut.

He recalls your slicked thighs and quivering muscles as he’d touched you, and his teeth grind, dick aching under his touch. The temptation of your wet, warm walls enclosing him and taking him so wonderfully is what sends him over the edge, a gravelly curse sneaking past his lips as he cums in his own palm, the white substance accidentally painting the inside of his pants as well.

Eyes reopening, Namjoon stares down at himself, eyes burning maroon as confused anger passes through his skull. He doesn’t remember the last time he got off like this—like a blushing virgin boy, jacking off to fantasies in his head. He’s always had people to service him—to do his bidding, to take care of his needs. And the girls eat him up, truly. A chance to pleasure the Devil—what lower level, horny demon would pass the opportunity up?

But now they’re not enough for him, and it’s frustrating to realize that he wants you. God, you of all people—a random demon he hadn’t even known about until two weeks ago. But…fuck, something about you has him yearning for more…

“Fuck,” he growls, running his unsoiled hand through his hair. Namjoon walks forward and steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt on the bathroom floor as he strides into the white-tiled room, hand reaching out to start the shower.

He wants you but he’s not sure if you want to see him again. After all, he’d taken you under his mercy, even if you had enjoyed it (at least judging by the way your body had reacted).

But why should he care about the way you feel? He’s the Devil, he can have what he wants.

So, attempting to push his worries aside, writing it off as an emotion he shouldn’t need to bother with (even though the question of: do you want him like he wants you? remains), Namjoon steps into the steaming shower and decides that the next time you come to his mind he won’t hold back. He’ll come and find you.


Darkness descends upon Hell, the artificial sun fading away. The sky changes shade as the ball in the sky fades from yellow to dimmed white, craters appearing on its surface—a little feature added to mimic the look of Earth’s moon.

Namjoon has always been interested in Earthlings and the way that their world functions, Jungkook muses, nursing the glass of juice the bar tender had passed him. Well—half juice, the other half is vodka, but he hates to drink it straight. He typically despises being teased by his hyungs as the youngest, yet in this instance he’ll resign to his younger age. Sweet drinks are still his favorite.

Taking a swig of the concoction, Jungkook’s eyes shift sideways, head turning as he survey’s the laden bar. Most of the patrons he knows briefly on a name or face basis. It’s his job as the 3rd level guardian to know those he needs to keep tabs on.

However, mixed into the crowd are unfamiliar faces as well—people who are likely from Hoseok or Jimin’s level. It’s rare that anyone from Jin’s or Taehyung’s levels ever comes up for a visit, and typically the high class demons of Namjoon’s domain stay mingled amongst their own rank. And, of course, people from Yoongi’s dusty basement don’t get out much either, or…ever, really.

Sighing, Jungkook turns on his stool and takes another mouthful of his drink. Slyly, his eyes glance to the corner of the room where you and your friends are sitting, chatting away about one thing or another.

A couple days after Namjoon had deposited you back home, you had bumped into Jungkook, slapping your hand against his chest angrily at the way he had treated you before. Jungkook had laughed, taking your hand into his own and bringing it to his lips, apologizing for his actions. “It was too much fun,” he’d said, which had earned him another smack, and then…an invitation for lunch. To talk.

You had wanted to know about Namjoon—what he would do next, if he would come for you again. Jungkook hadn’t been able to supply you with much of an answer. He had no idea how Namjoon would act from here on. To his knowledge, nothing like this had ever happened before. Sure, Namjoon had found plenty of girls over the ages to take into his bed for one night only, but…this was different. That’s what Jungkook sensed from the situation. And his suspicions had only been confirmed when you had—

Oh, and do you know what this is??” you had asked him, looking around with slightly flushed cheeks before you’d lifted up your shirt, revealing the small, shattered black circle on your ribs.

In speed unmatched Jungkook had immediately reached over, tugging your shirt back in place, his face so close to yours that you had seen the shock in his eyes.

“That’s the Devil’s mark,” he had said, sounding baffled, his voice quiet as he had fallen back into his seat. “I mean…it’s the guardians mark—we each have one—

Pushing a bit of energy into his palm, Jungkook made his own circular black mark appear.

“What…is it?” you had asked, and Jungkook had bit his lips, brows furrowing.

“It basically…is claim? Well–,” he quickly made to amend his phrasing. “The guardians use these circles as a way to keep track of the people we especially…want to keep an eye on. The mark allows us to sense any extreme emotions—pain, sadness, happiness…ecstasy…

Your eyes had widened, arms crossing over your chest, and Jungkook had stared back at you, unsure what to say.

“So it’s basically a leash.”

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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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Gold Digger

Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a long-term relationship with Elijah Mikaelson and is very happy with it. One day, when he requests you to go over to his house to meet oficially his siblings, Hayley accuses you to being with him only for his money and power, which leaves you heartbroken.

tagging: @chocolatemonkeyrainbows :)

Word Count: 3172


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Vague Reckoning

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3467

Warnings: Angst to Fluff to Smut. NSFW gifs.

@kazekagegirl​ asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”

A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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BTS Reacts: I Love You

Request: hi! i was wondering if you could do a bts reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Originally posted by fuckindestruction

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy

A/N: Kongnamul is Korean for “Bean Sprout”. Kongnamulguk is Korean for “Bean Sprout Soup”.

Seokjin (Jin)

You held tightly at the hem of Seokjin’s oversized tan hoodie, scrunching your nose at the tears stinging your eyes. This is stupid, you thought. It’s only going to be a month. We’ve done longer distances than this. You exhaled a sigh. Must be the pregnancy hormones.

You idly rubbed your tummy, baby bump barely noticeable, but to you, it felt like you were carrying the world. Your world. The moment you and Seokjin had waited years for, for what felt like the right time to start your family. A small smile spread across your lips, despite the still lingering tears.

Seokjin smiled politely and handed over his passport. He turned towards you, a protective arm slipping around your shoulders. “What’s the matter, Jagiya?”

You looked up to him through long lashes and pouted. “I don’t like it,” you murmered. A sad smile spread across his plump lips. “I know, Jagi.” He lifted your chin with a slim finger and you found nothing but happiness resting in his eyes. “It will only be a month. I’ll FaceTime you and little kongnamul every night, okay?”.

A giggle escaped your closed lips and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname. The doctor had called you with the news while you were both out to dinner and you happened to be eating kongnamulguk, and the name just seemed to stick.

Seokjin turned away to receive his passport, thanking the woman at the desk and bowing slightly. Happiness flooded through you, staring up at him, and you were sure of nothing more in the world that this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with. You snaked your arms around his slim waist and nuzzled your cheek into the back of his broad shoulders.

“I love you,” you breathed. You could feel heat burning in your cheeks and tears stinging your eyes again. You quickly wiped them away, pulling away from Seokjin’s tall frame.

He smiled shyly, a hand coming up to cover his smile. “Aish, you’re cute, (Y/N). Can’t you just stay pregnant forever if you keep acting this cute?”.

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Yoongi (Suga)

You stretched the muscles of your neck from side to side, setting down your pen on your World Culture text book. You looked behind you from your place on Yoongi’s studio couch, sprawled out on your stomach, to Yoongi who was working diligently away on his computer. You eyes followed his side profile, from his pinched eyebrows in concentration, to the downturn of his lips, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

You bit your lip and glanced down to his work space, littered with his small, black leather notebook, a couple of pencils and erasers and sticky notes. You closed your text book, and adjusted your shorts, before exiting the room.

Yoongi shifted in his seat, looking back to where you had just lay, before adjusting his headphones and returning his attention to the screen.

You returned moments later, a napkin, a bottle of water and one of Yoongi’s favorite cold bottled coffees in both hands. You came up behind him, his eyes still fervently searching the screen for the solution to some unseen problem. You leaned down and gently blew at the exposed skin of the nape of his neck, smiling when little mountains of goosebumps rose to the surface.

You reached over his shoulders and placed down the napkin on his work space, setting the cold, coffee on top and the water bottle next to it. You watched as a small, appreciative smile came to life, and couldn’t help but return it. You slid the palms of your hands from the tops of his shoulders down the hills of his chest to rest lightly on his toned stomach.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear. You watched as the small smile turned gummy, and he looked down, the blush creeping up his neck barely noticeable in the dim light

“I love you, too,” he chuckled, the low timber of his unused voice sending butterflies soaring in your chest.

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Hoseok (J-Hope)

You bobbed your head to the resounding base, idly scrolling through social media on your phone. You sat, perched on one of the blue dance mats, ignoring the dull ache in the base of your spine for easy companionship with Hoseok as he perfected a dance for another episode of Hope on the Street. You set your phone beside you and watched Hoseok carefully, from his controlled facial expressions, to the way his body naturally seemed to pop and lock into place where he so chose. You admired the way he could move his body so effortlessly, every carved out muscle under his control.

The song started over, and Hoseok raised both arms wide in the air, thoroughly stretching the muscles there. He made his way over to the mat you were sitting on and collapsed beside you, hair matting to his forehead, shirt sticking to him.

You scrunched your nose and smiled at him. “You stink,” you laughed. Hoseok smiled widely, an almost embarrassed laugh falling out. He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a deep breath, keeping his lips pursed for a second longer.

“Come, on.” Hoseok groaned, and made to stand up, muscles protesting against the action. “I think if I practice anymore, I’ll collapse.”

You took his outstretched hand and absently rubbed at your aching butt, as he pulled you up to your feet. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” you sighed. You watched as Hoseok began to pick up his things, aimlessly throwing them in the direction of his backpack in the corner of the room.

As he bent down to pick up his empty water bottle, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your chin in between his shoulder blades, pushing most of your weight onto his back. “I love you,” you sighed, making him halt mid reach for his water bottle. You both stayed like that for few seconds longer, until you finished. “I just wish you would take better care of yourself.”

Hoseok turned, still in your arms, and rested both hands on your hips. He nuzzled his head into the soft crook of your neck and sighed. “I know, Jagi.”


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Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon typed away at his laptop, sitting precariously on top of a pillow on his lap, bottom lip worrying between his teeth. His glasses sliding slowly off his face as he looked down at the screen, you couldn’t help the adoration that flowed through your veins.

You abandoned your place beside him on the couch and made your way into the small kitchen to see about starting dinner. You rifled through your cabinets, a dismal look pinching your brow together. “Take out it is, then,” you sighed.

You made your way back into the living room, your eyes easily finding Namjoon, eyes now tracing lines in a black notebook, glasses hanging on to just the tip of his nose. You walked over to the back of the couch behind him, and rested your hands on his tense shoulders.

“Namjoon-ah,” you called softly. You received a grunt in response, clearly absorbed in his work. It wasn’t like you to bother him while working, but from the lack of movement from both of you in the last couple of hours, you were sure he hadn’t eaten properly.

You leaned down and placed your lips gently against his ear. “Look at me,” you breathed. You watched in delight as the hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end as he licked his lips and gazed at you.

You straightened up and smiled at him. “Good. Now that I have your attention.” You crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head. “You haven’t eaten much today,” you accused.

Noona, I’m fine,” he rolled his head on the back of the couch and sighed.

You fixed his glasses to fit properly on his face and leaned back down to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, passionate, filled with every emotion you  could imagine and all the time in the world to express them. You slid your hands down his shoulders to rest on his chest and broke the kiss, gazing at him. ”I love you, and the man I love will not work on an empty stomach.”

A low chuckled filled his lungs as he lifted head and closed his notebook. “Fine,” he whined, exaggerating the word as he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered “How do you always know how to get what you want?”

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Taehyung (V)

“Taehyung!” you exclaimed without any honorifics. “I thought you were gonna let me win!” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in a huff.

“Watch it, little girl,” he warned, but the threat was lost in the laugh that escaped his throat. You giggled at his attempt to be threatening, his boxy smile filling his face.

“Besides,” he continued. “How can I let you win, if you cant hit anything even with the gaurds up?” he teased.

You laughed, hand coming up to cover your mouth shyly. “I am pretty bad at this, huh?” you admitted. You looked up at the score board, your scores pitifully drastic.

Taehyung smiled at you lovingly, and you couldn’t help the heat that flooded your cheeks. You stood up and quickly crossed the distance between you two, holding your arms out to embrace him. He took you in his arms easily and you let the comforting scent of his cologne fill your nose.

“I love you,” you whispered into his chest. You felt rather than saw the chuckle that escaped his lips. He pulled you in tighter, squeezing you gently. “I love you, (Y/N).”

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Jimin

You waited patiently in line at the local coffee shop, fingers playing with the hem of your sweater to keep them from reaching out to touch Jimin. Standing only a couple feet away, you were still able to smell the faint scent of his cologne, something heady and earthy, like home.

You admired his side profile, although obscured by the black face mask and glasses he was adorning, you could recount every line and curve of his nose and lips. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when your frames were so intertwined with each other, a thin layer of sweat covering the hills of your bodies, as he laced his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand idly as you sleepily tried to keep up with the conversation.

“(Y/N)?” the sweet sound of Jimin’s voice filled your ears, as he called out to you. You snapped your focus back to the man in front of you, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “What would you like?”

Coffee. That’s right, you thought, bringing your attention to the present. You ordered your usual, and thanked Jimin quietly while he paid, eyes focused on his unoccupied hand and how you wanted to reach out and entangle his fingers with yours, to feel the smooth skin of his hands from meticulous care. Your self control wavered.

You both thanked the cashier and made your way to the other end of the bar, waiting for your coffee. Partially obscured by the height of the bar, you took his hand in both of yours and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. You knew PDA made him a little uncomfortable, but you hoped this small act was okay.

“Jimin-ah,” You looked up at him through long lashes and bit your plump bottom lip. “I love you,” you breathed.

Jimin’ s eyes crinkled and you knew he was smiling widely. A soft chuckle filled your ears as he pulled his mask down to rest at the base of his chin. “And I love you, (Y/N).”


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Jungguk (Jungkook)

You sighed loudly, more loudly than was necessary, really, but you didn’t care. Jungguk had been staring at a screen for the last four hours and you were bored to tears. You had exhausted every form of social media you had, now resorting to just googling funny pictures.

You tossed your phone behind the couch, when just the sight of the lit up screen started to make you a bit cross eyed. You sat up cross-legged in the middle of the couch, eyeing the back of Jungguk’s head. He was in need of a haircut, the small hairs on the nape of his neck growing out, messing up the look of his undercut. Your fingers itched to run through his soft locks, but pushed down the urge.

You rested your head on the back of the couch and held tightly the pillow in your arms. You sighed loudly again, hoping Jungguk would take notice, but he only swore loudly at the T.V screen, fists tightening around the controller in his hands. You scrunched your nose in frustration and licked your lips.

Your eyes fell on the extra couch pillow at the end of sofa, and you quickly glanced back to Jungguk. You smiled and bit your lip, quickly snatching it by your side. You waited patiently until you considered he was at a good stopping point before you initiated your attack, both couch pillows hitting him square in the back of the head.

Jungguk flinched, immediately pausing the game and turned around, an accusatory glare aimed in your direction. A smile broke out on your face, biting your lip again to control the nerves that were suddenly pouring through you. You watched as the beginnings of a bunny-toothed smile appeared on his lips, and you poised yourself to run like a madman through the house, hoping he would take the bait and chase you.

Your legs sprung out from under you as you attempted to jump over the side of the couch, but Jungguk somehow was able to cross the five foot gap between you two and grab hold of your ankle, gently but firmly pulling you back down to the couch and sliding you towards him. You landed with an oof and felt the couch give to the weight of him, as he flipped you over onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

Your breath caught, and you tried to swallow, your throat too dry. You caught a glimpse of mischief in his doe-like eyes and immediately struggled to get away from him, hands trying fruitlessly to push his face away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he muttered, words garbled from the weight of your hands pushing his cheek away. Jungguk pulled your hands away easily with one of his, the other releasing a vicious tickle ambush on your side and under your arms.

You laughed loudly, unable to control your wide smile. “NO. No, pleas- I’m sorry, OKAY?” you tried, your laughter making it hard to speak.

Jungguk laughed, bunny teeth cutely poking through, and rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I love you.” The words pushed through your lips before you could hold them back. You watched, wide-eyed, as every emotion was easily recognized in Jungguk’s expressive orbs. You watched his lips part, as he searched your face for something you weren’t quite sure of. A slight blush appeared across his cheeks, finding the answer in your eyes.

“Yeah,” Jungguk breathed, burrowing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I…I love you, too.”

“Let me get one thing straight ! ...I’m not” - Batmom x Batboys

Summary : What if one of the batboy was gay and he was scared to tell Bruce and Batmom ? 

I couldn’t choose just one batboy, so I wrote a mini-story (ended up actually being longer than I anticipated…sorry for the long read ? Each story have a different title and the name of one of the Batboy is always written so if you wanna skip some of them, and just read the one you want, it’s easier :-)) for each of them…I have no idea where this idea comes from, but I just wanted to write it. So here’s for an unplanned story that just somehow showed up today in my head, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Fear of what you might think - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was the kind of young man that never had trouble talking his way out of almost any situations. He wasn’t a shy guy, he was charming and cute, full of empathy and always had kind words for anyone in trouble. 

And with you ? Well, he had been calling you “mom” since he was but an eight years old child (he will always remember the day he was scared that his actual mom be mad at him for calling that…and the hug and soothing words you gave him after, reassuring him that, of course she wouldn’t, she loved him, she would only like the best for him), and talking to you always been extra-easy. 

So…This was new for him. 

Never before had he been afraid to tell you something. And yet, here he was, pacing up and down the Manor, gathering the courage to finally go to see you in the Batcave (where he knew you and Bruce were), to end up avoiding the grandmother clock that would lead him to said cave…

After almost two hours of incessant pacing, finally, Alfred stopped him, and, putting a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits in his arms, said : 

-Well Master Richard, if you’re that restless, could you please bring this to your parents ? I feel a bit under the weather today, and I fear that going down in the coldness of the cave will truly make me sick. 

At the time, Dick didn’t really thought much of it, but now that he was looking back to it, he was 98% sure that Alfred knew, and just gave him that little push that would help him finally say what was on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he was getting down to where you and Bruce were, taking one slow step at a time. Two steps back up, one step down. Alfred had told him to hurry before the tea and coffee would turn cold but…Why was this so difficult ?! 

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- connor gets evan the tiniest fidget cube for his birthday bc he knows evan doesn’t want to draw attention to himself and evan falls asleep rubbing the worry stone side of it every night he loves it so much
- evan is so anxious abt purchasing gifts for birthdays and holidays and stuff bc he doesn’t want to get it wrong and it’s so much pressure to get the right gift, and watch them open it, and then omg they’re feigning happiness they hate it… so connor and he have agreed upon a system where if they just stumble upon little things the other might like they buy it and give it to them right away, no waiting for a Big Holiday or something. and it makes it so much more enjoyable for them both
- connors pale skin was not used to the amnt of time evan makes him spend in the woods so evan has gotten really good at applying aloe
- connor usually cooks dinner bc he likes how it feels to make something beautiful out of flames and knives and smoke. and evan looks after the little garden they have where he grows fresh veggies and spices. these are Healthy Boys
- evans an early riser and connor tends to get up later which is absolutely normal 77% of the time, but evan is always acutely aware of connors moods and if connor starts showing signs of executive dysfunction he is RIGHT there and getting those rx refills like its nobodies business
- zoe basically lives there 3-4 days a week she’ll just be like “sup” and will make them play the sims at the most inopportune times
- jared comes over on friday nights and he is weirdly into ipas like he loves his gross ass beer and that’s just how it is. connor thinks it’s disgusting. jared says that not everyone was born w the natural aptitude be connoisseurs
- if they order from a chain pizza place it is always dominos
- connor and evan really aren’t very pda when ppl are over – they will sit together and connor has his arm over evans chair, but nothing much else
- evan gets connor into rocks. like they were at a little gift shop/info place at a park and they saw those cool ass gemstones that are cut in half and connor lost his shit they’re just so wild to him

BEHAVIOR THINGS TO PASS AS A GUY

-“shrug” your shoulders very slightly. eventually it’ll feel nature if you keep at it. it makes your shoulders look bigger. Put your elbows on chair arms to do it while sitting

-clench your jaw a little bit. it sounds really weird but it’ll make you look like you have a more masculine jaw line

-walk with your stance every so slightly wider than usual. it’ll make your lips slightly less pronounced and make your shoulders look squarer

-Don’t move out of the way for people gracefully. not saying don’t move out of the way at all, but let yourself brush shoulders sometimes. You can also just be more spacious about it. And yes, in a crowded hallway you probably shouldn’t maneuver your way through.

-Be comfortable! I shit you not, this can be magic for passing. Be relax, act confident, and lean back and be comfortable. People see it as dominance and we subconsciously see dominance and our mind trails to masculinity

-when you sit in the floor, sit with your ass on the floor. Indian style or with your legs out works. Don’t sit on your legs or in that weird W shape (that’s bad for you anyway)

anyone feel free to add any other weird behavior passing tips you’ve discovered!

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“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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Savior

She found herself in an abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from the run down apartment her father had rented until he gathered the insurance money from their original apartment that had burned down days before. [Y/N] sat with her feet dangling over edge of the catwalk, her body facing the industrial sized window that overlooked the dirty and deserted streets of the city. 

Looking down, she pulled out the pill bottle from her hoodie pocket. Running her fingers over the label, she fought back the tears. Closing her hand over the prescription bottle, she looked out the window and mustered up the courage to uncap the poison in her hand. 

Just as she was about to swallow all the pills, she jumped at the sound of glass shattering below her. She cursed as the oxycodone fell from her fingers and onto the warehouse ground. Standing up, [Y/N] peered over the catwalk and noticed a figure struggling to stand. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Gasping when she caught sight of the famous red and blue, she scrambled off the catwalk and down the stairs to the first floor. 

“Oh my god.” She panted as she made it to the figure. Slowing her steps, she assessed the situation. It was definitely Spiderman, that she knew. What she didn’t know was why he was covered in enough blood to fill up a bathtub. Shrieking when he collapsed onto the ground, she ran to him. 

Kneeling on the hard ground, she propped him up on her knees. She looked down at her hands that were now covered in sticky, wet blood. “Oh god.” [Y/N] shuddered, she hated blood. Clearing her throat, she gently tapped his masked face, “Hey? You with me?” She scanned over the rest of him, her eyes widening at the ripped suit and exposed torso. Her heart rate increased, he wasn’t just covered in blood, it was his own blood. 

“Holy shit. Hey, hey, hey!” [Y/N] shook him slightly, “We need to get you to a hospital!” She pawed at him, struggling to find a cellphone. Finally finding one, she cursed loudly as it slipped from her hands “I need you to stay with me!” Trying to unlock the phone with her blood soaked fingers, she screamed when he grabbed her forearm. Leaning down, her brows knitted together at the muffled sounds coming from where his mouth was located. “What? I can’t, I don’t know, I can’t understand you.” He continued to mumble with her still unable to understand him. 

Taking in a deep shaky breath, she set down the phone away from the spreading blood puddle. “I can’t understand you with your mask on,” [Y/N] said gently. Biting her lip, she reached for the bottom of his mask. “I have to take your mask off, okay?” Not waiting for him to answer, she gently and slowly revealed the face that laid underneath. [Y/N] gasped softly when she finally removed the cover, her heart sped up even more. How was this possible? 

“Peter?!” [Y/N] cried out. Spiderman was a kid, a teenager? More importantly her lab partner in Chemistry. So many questions rolled through her brain but was quickly cut short when she remembered that she needed to call 911. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered, his mouth moving but very little sounds coming out. “Call Tony, not 911, please.” He croaked out. 

“What? Tony?!” She yelped, who the hell was Tony? “But, you need help!”

“Call……Tony……please.”

[Y/N] started to shake, she could feel his body temperature start to drop. Struggling to find this mysterious Tony number, “Come on, come on. Yes! Okay, come on, please pick up….pick up, come on.”

“Listen, Parker. You better have a damn good reason-”

“-Oh my gosh! Thank god, um, Peter told me to call you. I don’t know why, I should be calling 911. He’s bleeding out….there’s a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do. We need help! Why am I calling you instead of 911, oh my god, I’m so stupid. He’s probably going to die because of this phone call. Oh my god.” 


[Y/N] leaned her head against the frame of the window that showed Peter sleeping soundly in his hospital room. Her hands and arms were free from his blood but the reminder of almost seeing him die in her arms were still soaked into her clothes. 

“Here you go, kid.” 

Standing up straight, she looked up to see Tony hand her a fresh set of clothes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a pressed smile. “You can get changed over here.” Patting her back, he calmly spoke. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise. Come on.” 

Reluctantly following Tony, she thanked him and closed the curtain to change. Wincing as she peeled off her clothes, she looked around to find a spot to place them.

“There’s a little washing station off to her left there.” 

Following his direction, she sighed in content to know that she could wash the rest of the blood off. “Um, thank you.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Tony twirled around, his hands clasped behind his back. “So uh, Peter’s never mentioned you before. Are you two friends?” 

Running a wet towel over her torso, she shook her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “No, not really.” Running it over her legs, she sighed again. “We’re just lab partners.”  

“Oh.”

Quickly changing into the fresh clothes, she slid the curtain open. 

“Much better?” He smiled as she nodded.

Guiding them back to Peter’s room, he slowed his steps as he got to the window. It was a close call and Tony was so unbelievably thankful that he made it. 

“He saved me once,” [Y/N] said softly. 

“Hm?” Tony asked, distracted from his thoughts. 

She motioned towards Peter, “He saved me, about two weeks ago.” Hugging herself, she bit her lip. “My apartment building caught on fire and I was stupid enough to go back up the six flights to get something and just as I was about to go back down, the stairs collapsed on me.” [Y/N] met Tony’s eyes, “I never got a chance to thank him and for the past week and a half, I’ve been sitting next to him.” 

“I’m sure he knew,” Tony reassured. Following her gaze to Peter, he frowned, “What were you doing at that warehouse anyway? Seems a bit morbid to be a teen hangout spot.” 

[Y/N] inhaled slowly, “I lost my mom during the battle of New York. We were on our way to see a movie when everything hit the fan. Our taxi got flipped over on its side and the doors were jammed. So, my dad kicked the window out and threw me. I broke a few ribs and my arm but I didn’t feel it at the time because all I could focus on was the fact that there were aliens swarming the city. My mom had suffered a concussion from the wreck and was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad climbed out first to get better leverage. He was a little shaky from it all too so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. I just remember standing there in shock and in panic from it all that I almost didn’t notice the gas leaking from the other cars. I screamed for my dad to hurry but the taxi blew up before he could even stand up to try.” 

Tony stood in silence, his heart breaking. He felt responsible for everything that had happened in New York. And it hurt even more to be standing in front of someone who had lost so much during it all. 

“You asked why I was in the warehouse and the reason was that ever since that day, my dad was never the same. And to a degree, I changed too but he just became so cold. Every time he looked at me, I could see disgust in his eyes. I reminded him so much of the woman he failed to save that he couldn’t even bare to look at me. Abuse isn’t just physical, Mr. Stark. It’s verbal too and every day since then, that was what I had to deal with. Him degrading me as a person, making me see myself in a way that my mother would never let me see myself as. I went to that warehouse tonight to be reunited with my mother. To be reunited with the one person who would have loved me no matter what.” 

Tony inhaled sharply. Nodding, he placed a warm and firm hand on her shoulder. “I tend to be hypocritical at times and this is one of those moments when I say I believe in fate which I normally don’t. But, had you not gone to that warehouse, Peter would be dead. Instead of ending a life, you saved one.” 


Peter’s eyes fluttered open, groaning from the pain, he went to raise his hand to his head but immediately regretted his movement. It felt like he had been hit with a train ten times over. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the girl sitting in an arm chair with a Chemistry book in her lap. 

“[Y/N]?! What are, what are you doing here?” Panic started to settle into his bones. 

She looked up from her textbook, untucking her legs from underneath her, she set the book down. “You were involved in a serious car accident-”

“-wha?” Peter tried to recall this accident but all he remembered was being seconds from being ripped apart. 

“Peter! You’re awake!” 

“Aunt May?” Peter exclaimed, completely dumbfounded at what was going on. “I don’t understand.” 

Aunt May started to sob, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you.” 

[Y/N] stood up, grabbing her backpack, she smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t remember the car accident, Peter.” Walking over towards him, she gently patted his hand. “You were walking me back to my apartment after our study session when you pushed me out of the way of a speeding car. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. Hopefully one day I can return the favor.” Just as Aunt May wasn’t looking, she winked and motioned a phone signal with her hand and mouthed call Tony. Turning towards Aunt May, she smiled, “If it’s okay, I’ll leave Peter’s schoolwork with you.” 

Aunt May nodded, tears soaking her eyes. “Of course!” 

Handing it off, she looked at Peter. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you around.” 

Peter still dumbfounded, nodded. “Yeah. uh, see you around.” 

Once she left the room, Aunt May wiped away some tears. “I know you’re in pain and everything but she’s cute!” 

Sherlock clears his throat. “So, you’ll… that is… you’ll come back, then?”

John’s head whips up at that. He has been sitting in his arm chair, staring dully at the fire. But, he’s been constantly on the edge of his seat, as if ready to flee at a moment’s notice. 

His silence goes on a bit too long, so Sherlock backtracks, stung and mortified. “Sorry. No, forget it, it’s fi-”

“You mean,” John says, his voice hoarse. He’s actually looking at Sherlock now, and some glimmer of life has returned to his eyes. “You mean, you- you want me back?”

Something in Sherlock’s chest snaps, and he tries his hardest not to inhale too obviously. He sees it now, he sees everything, too much at once: a young John who has learned the price of abandonment, has learnt too soon that nothing is permanent, has learnt that even the ones he loves the most could up and leave and-

And Sherlock is up, out of his own seat, going to him. There is one thought on his mind: that John deserves to know just how very loved he is. 

“John. John, of course, I- this- it isn’t- it’s not home without-” 

John lets out a little tear-filled gasp, and one hand clutches Sherlock’s wrist. “Sherlock. Sher-” But, whatever he was about to say is lost as his voice completely breaks, and the tears win their fight.

“Oh, John,” Sherlock whispers. He kneels in front of him, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s going to be alright. Just-shh. It will, I promise…”

He waits and waits until John’s cries slow and fade.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, lips to the top of John’s head. “It’s late, so I’ll give you some pyjamas- they’ll drown you but it’ll be funny- and you’re going to sleep for as long as you want while I phone Mycroft before dawn to arrange a moving van.”

John laughs against Sherlock’s chest. He raises his head, eyes definitely sparkling, now. “You think you’ll get something at that time?” 

“No, but I might as well get some entertainment in pissing him off.” 

John laughs again. He’s looking past Sherlock now, eyes flickering all over the flat, in some sort of dazed wonder. Sherlock can’t tell what he’s seeing.

“This place, I- I never thought-ever-I-” His voice cuts off again as he swallows. 

He’s not ready, Sherlock tells himself. Be gentle

So, Sherlock hands over his mobile. “Welcome home, John. Now, get us a takeaway, will you?”

My Reasons for Losing Weight

For My Health

  • To have better skin
  • So I don’t sweat profusely
  • So I can walk up a flight of stairs and not feel out of breath
  • So my back won’t hurt
  • So my knee won’t hurt 
  • So my doctor will never say, “you really need to lose some weight” to me ever again
  • So I don’t have to worry about arthritis or other illnesses that accompany obesity

For Vanity

  • To feel better about myself
  • To look good in tight clothes
  • To be able to wear shorts in the summer
  • To be able to go into any store, and buy the clothes I like, not just the ones that fit
  • To not feel awkward about going clothes shopping or shoe shopping
  • To be able to order clothes from a catalogue without worrying if they will fit
  • To be able to wear something that doesn’t say PLUS on it
  • So my pants won’t wear out between my legs while the rest of them are still in good shape
  • So I can look in the mirror from the neck down and like what I see
  • So I can wear tight jeans
  • I want to wear underwear that looks sexy
  • So I can show off my legs
  • So I can go into public and not feel like people are judging me
  • So I can wear tops without worrying about the dents from my bra showing trough
  • So that my boobs stick out more than my stomach – not the other way around

For a Better Quality of Life

  • To be able to use a public toilets comfortably
  • I want to be able to read the scale by just looking down, straight down
  • So I don’t get those indents on my thighs from the arms of the chair I’m sitting in
  • So I can cross my legs
  • So I can get up from the floor in one smooth move and not a grab and hold on to something move
  • So I can sit on a bar stool and I’m actually sitting ON it, not on it and around it too
  • So a regular towel goes all the way around me 
  • So my socks pull all the way up
  • So I can hug my knees to my chest again, and it’s comfortable
  • So I can fit into the cinema/stadium/airplane seats comfortably
  • So I can bend over comfortably to tie my shoes

For My Self-esteem

  • So I can go swimming without being self-conscious
  • So I don’t worry about chairs breaking
  • So I don’t have to ask for the additional seat belt on an airplane
  • So I can dance without being self-conscious
  • So I can go on rides at amusement parks again and not have to experience the embarrassment of having to get off because I don’t fit
  • So I don’t have to worry about the maximum weight before I using things
  • So I don’t feel awkward when people start talking about losing weight
  • So no one can ever call me “a big girl” ever again
  • So I’m not embarrassed to have my picture taken
  • So I can say my weight out loud
  • So furniture doesn’t groan when I sit on it, or wear out long before it should because I’m too heavy

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prompts: andreil with hurt or sick neil

Sorry for how long this took, hope it’s ok!

Andrew had been sitting at the terminal waiting for his twice delayed flight for the past five hours. To say he was irritated would be putting it mildly. 

Five hours of constant, simmering anxiety was pushing the bounds of what Andrew was going to allow. If the plane didn’t leave in the next half hour, the Florida captain and his offer could go fuck themselves. It wasn’t worth this.

The idiotic part of his brain was wishing Neil was here. 

Neil had a way of grounding Andrew when they had to fly, giving him something to hold on to, to distract from the animal part of his brain that dissolved into panic and fear. 

Bee would tell him it was good to form small dependencies, to live in a reciprocal relationship of trust and care, to allow another person to be a source of comfort. She would say that Andrew had given Neil protection against those who sought to do them harm, that he gave Neil the comfort and security of their house in Colombia. She would say that he should let Neil give him comfort and security when they had to catch a stupid plane.

The part of Andrew that had offered Neil those keys all those years ago, who’d made him promises he would die keeping, wanted to believe that he deserved to allow someone to give him that security and comfort. That it was ok to want that from Neil.

He thought he almost believed it.

Regardless, Neil wasn’t here.

Neil was still in his last year at Palmetto, and they were two weeks out of the start of the season. He couldn’t afford to come with Andrew to Florida for the weekend while he heard their team’s offer. 

Andrew had wanted to stay closer to Palmetto. The teams there wouldn’t offer nearly as much as the Florida team had, and they certainly weren’t of the same professional calibre, but Andrew didn’t give a fuck about any of that. He wanted to stay close to Palmetto because Neil had a tendency to find trouble, and someone had to watch his dumb ass. That person was supposed to be Andrew.

“You have to go, Andrew. Florida is one of the best teams in the league,” Neil had said to him, when he’d first received the letter.

“I pity you if you think I give a single shit about that.”

Neil looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but wisely didn’t. “I’ll be fine,” he said instead.

Andrew narrowly avoided scowling. “One day I’m going to tattoo that onto your face so I don’t have to hear those words come out of your stupid mouth again.”

Neil had smirked. “Go to Florida, Andrew. This is the best chance we’ve got.”

He didn’t say it was the best chance for them to be in the same team next year. Florida was one of the top teams in the league, and the salaries they offered reflected that. They would be good enough for Ichirou, and though Neil was avoiding thinking about that at all costs, that was something he was going to have to consider when the pro offers came rolling in. 

Florida was close that Andrew could visit occasionally, and good enough that Neil could follow him there. Those were the important things.

So, the airport was where Andrew now found himself.

When the boarding call for his flight finally came over the speakers, Andrew buried the instinctual urge to run deep down. 

He was spending far too much time with Neil.

He joined the end of the queue of passengers waiting for the air hostess to scan their tickets. It wasn’t a busy flight, for which Andrew was quietly relieved. He scanned the faces of the people in the crowd, but saw no threat among them. Just a sea of boring no-bodies as irritated with the delay as he was.

He was nearly at the front of the queue when his phone starting ringing in his pocket. He was tempted to ignore it, but he recognised Neil’s ringtone. He stepped out of the line, ignoring the frown of the air hostess who clearly had no intention of waiting for him, and answered it.

“What?”

“Andrew?”

Andrew froze. That wasn’t Neil’s voice.

“What the fuck is wrong, Kevin?”

“It’s Neil,” Kevin said. “Andrew, he’s in the hospital.”

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This woman though. 😍🤓

Yvonne vs. All The Nasty ‘B’ Words - Interviewed by LA Times - 17 May 2017 [x]

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Book of Truth, Mouth of lies.

Request:

Can you make a Reggie imagine where y/n goes with Kevin, Veronica, Betty and Ethel to find the playbook and sees their name in it, but there’s a -2 or something indicating that Reggie caught feelings that’s why he lost points you can figure out what happens next.

Request:

Hey could you do an imagine with Reggie were you two are together but you have to hide your relationship because you aren’t very popular and they would bully you and laugh at Reggie if the football team found out.

A/N: When I received these two imagines I had this idea in my head that I couldn’t ignore, so I decided to group them. Hopefully you guys enjoy and that the requestor’s are happy with what I came up. Also I changed my username/url is now MantleIsMagnificent and my personal is my old url Imtrying13 you can follow me there too if you want (I will follow back), but requests please send them at my Riverdale Blog. Again sorry for being a bit slow I’ve been sick and have been busy with uni thanks for understanding, please enjoy. I can maybe see this going into a second part what do you guys think, comment down below.

Words: 2398, wow okay I think this is my longest one.

Summary: Reader is daughter of the principal at Riverdale High (No Not Weatherbee, the one in the show is nothing compared to the sweetheart in the comics). Your mom is Principal that’s the only reason you have been hiding your new found relationship with Reggie Mantle or is it? Veronica gets Sticky Mapled by Chuck and you help them on their mission to find the playbook.  

Spoilers: Chuck is an asshole.

Warnings: Just read my fellow Reggie lovers.

 

You grew up in Riverdale although making friends was a bit hard growing up since your father was a teacher and your mother the principal both working at Riverdale High. Plenty of kids in town didn’t talk to you because they thought you were a snitch, which you weren’t; but you never really had a chance to get rid of that title since that was exactly what you were about to do.

But the exposure of the news you were about to reveal was the right thing to do for all the girls who have harassed by boys who didn’t know what respect was. These news were also going to expose the secret you had held so dear to your heart, your relationship with Reggie Mantle.

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You sat on the couch in the student lounge with your new friend Veronica Lodge, your good friend Betty Cooper who never let rumors get in the way of your friendship which rooted from your childhood, also Archie and Kevin who you also knew since the beginning of time they were all your childhood friends.

You guys rambled your way through whatever topic came to your minds and every other second you would glance at your boyfriend Reggie with a smile as he sat in a table with his teammates as he smiled back at you.

You weren’t really popular because of your mom being in charge of your high school, you were the target of plenty pranks that the students would get away with because you didn’t want to be a snitch because then all that would conclude is that you were exactly who they branded you as. With that you kept your relationship with none other than Reggie Mantle a secret. He was a popular and you were exactly the opposite. You decided on that because of your parent’s job titles and didn’t want them barging in and Reggie didn’t want you to get bullied anymore.

“Sorry can’t tonight, I got a date” Veronica drew you out of your thoughts.

“With who?” you cheered at the raven haired girl who was new and already got asked out on a date.

“Chuck Clayton” she smiled

“Oooh, congrats” Betty smiled.

“He’s kind of a player Ron” Archie grimaced.

“Who cares?! It’s like going on a date with a Kennedy of Riverdale” Kevin butted and you chuckled at his comment and with that the bell rang and you all scurried to your last classes.

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“Are you two decent?” you spoke with a hand covering your eyes as you made your way into your mothers office at the end of the school day.

“(Y/N)! We’re on school grounds!” your mother squealed and your dad chuckled at your comments.

“Mom that still doesn’t stop plenty of the students here” and your parents stared at you with grossed expressions on their faces “Kidding” you continue sitting down in of the chairs in the office holding your arms up.

“So what do you need me for?” You asked them.

“We’re gonna be late tonight” and you smirked at them in which your mother continued “Not like that! Your father is going to help me with some budget stuff, he is your math teacher (Y/N).”

“You gonna be good honey?” your father asked.

“Yep, today is actually tutoring day remember?” you replied.

“Oh so today you’re with Mantle?” your father retorted with ‘the dad look.’

“Yes dad, and it’s just tutoring” you lied “If your class were easier I wouldn’t have to tutor the guy, but it is and you shouldn’t be complaining when you cheer them on almost every other weekend on their games because without him your beloved bulldogs would probably lose” you stood up for your boyfriend.

“I retreat” he joked as you gathered your things to leave.

“Go straight home after okay honey” you nodded at your mother as she stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You hated lying to your parents, you wanted to tell them about the boy that made you melt every time he looked your way, but you couldn’t take that chance.

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Reg: hey baby practice is over, on my way 😍

You: Okay babe on my way 💙

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Reggie pulled up as you arrived to his home. As he opened the door to his home he gave you a small kiss on the lips and led you in.

“How was your day babe?” he asked as you both made your way to the small table in the living room to help him.

“Good, you know the usual. I get up, walk to my restroom turning on the light then I brush my teeth, walk back to my room and into my closet to find clothes so I can get dressed” going into details about every single second of your day because that always made him laugh “talked with the gang while sitting in the couch in the student lounge sometimes I would look your way as Veronica announced her date tonight with Chuck” you continued to ramble on as Reggie made an annoyed face.

“What?” you questioned.

“Tonight I’m going to see how the new girl likes syrup” Chuck cockily spoke in the boy’s locker room.

“Don’t you think it’s time you give that up Chuck, if anyone finds out about that playbook” Reggie retorted annoyed at his teammate.

“No one is going to find out, right?” he placed a hand on Reggie’s shoulder as he nodded to Chuck “Good because if they find it you’re going down too, your name is there too with the principal’s daughter” Chuck gave a devilish smirk.

“I never agreed to that Chuck” Reggie spoke angrily pushing Chuck off.

“Yeah well it’s a rite of passage softy, and that’s the only girl we’ve seen you with. Plus if she wasn’t then why haven’t seen her around you. Unless you caught feelings for the girl which I doubt because we’ve caught you guys three times and when we ask you deflect which probably means she’s a booty call or something” Chuck spoke with venom in his words.

“Just drop it Chuck” Reggie shot back trying to ignore his comments knowing if any of this came out he would lose the one thing that was amazing in his life as he left that locker room and headed to see his girl.

“Hello, Earth to Reginald” you called as you placed your hand on Reggie’s hand as he twitched and you snickered distracting him from his thoughts.

“Sorry got distracted by your beautiful voice” Reggie spilled pulling you closer to him as he planted a kiss on your lips and hovered over you on the floor you were sitting on.

The kiss turned to a heated make out session soon to be interrupted by your phone blowing up with text messages.

“Sorry I have to get that, it’s my mom’s ring” as Reggie removed himself from on top of you.

Mom: Hey baby girl did you eat something?

           Remember where going to be late tonight.

           Get home safely, Lock up the house.

           We love you, sweet dreams in case we don’t see you when we get home.

“Everything good?” Reggie pointed out not recognizing the look on your face.

“Yeah, it’s just you know ever since Jason and the police not catching his murderer yet my parents have been even more protective, I mean I understand it, but- idk” you answered with sorrow in your eyes because you know Jason was Reggie’s friend.

“I’m sorry about Jason Reg I- I shouldn’t have brought it up” you stammered as you pulled him into a tight hug.

You both finished up your homework and he drove you home to keep your mothers wishes to get home safely.

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The sun rose into the day when you were about to lose the boy you never knew could break your heart.

You arrived the school the next day. It was all okay until Cheryl’s minions called your friend Veronica a slut.

That word, a word so cruel that it should’ve never been invented and can shatter a girls reputation.

Come to find out Chuck ‘sticky mapled’ Veronica and then everything happened so fast, Ethel fessed up that Chuck did the same to her and then many girls came forward about plenty of guys in the football team. The same team that Reggie took part in and your heartbeat pace became faster. Hoping that Reggie knew nothing about this playbook they were talking about, that the boy you loved couldn’t possibly have taken part in it. He couldn’t have, not everyone sees it but he was just the most caring, lovable, and misunderstood boy with the heart of gold. Maybe that reputation you saw of him was about to be shattered.

“(Y/N) you’re coming with us to find the book, well lookout really” Betty claimed.

“What? You realize how hard it is to sneak out of my house especially these days” you wanted no part in this mission, but you had to do it Veronica was new but she was now one of your closest friends and all these girls deserved justice.

“(Y/N) you’re the principal’s daughter, you have to have a pair a keys or your mom or dad must have a spare” Veronica chimed in and you nodded “Just tell your mom you’re staying with me tonight for school project or something.”

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The plan was set, you were at Veronica’s house waiting for her mom to fall asleep as you snuck out and met up with Kevin, Betty, and Ethel.

You were on lookout and of course had keys to school, Veronica there hell-bent on revenge, Kevin another lookout, Betty with a phone ready to take pictures and ready to expose the dirty work of the football players that took part of this disgustingly terrible deed, and Ethel because she knew where the book was.

You turned your phone off ringer as you kept lookout just in case there was any security guards around. Being on lookout you didn’t see the messages Betty had just sent you. As they made their way to you Betty welcomed you into her arms with a worried and sad expression on her face and you returned it with a puzzled look on your face.

“What’s up Betty? Did you find it? Anything juicy for your newspaper?” she didn’t respond and everyone looked away not wanting to meet your eyes. Betty decided to hand you the book and opened it to a certain page and pointed.

She talked, her mouth moving throwing apologetic words at you, but you didn’t understand. The room was spinning, your heart was sinking. Everything about the boy you loved was a lie. You dropped the book, threw the keys at them and rushed out of there as soon as possible.

New plan, you were on a mission. A mission to figure out why he did what he did to you.

You arrived to door of your boyfriends’ home knocking frantically knowing he was alone because his parents were out of town. Boyfriend, maybe you won’t have that anymore. Soon to be met with his mesmerizing smile that almost made you forget what just happened, but how could you forget that the person you learned to love was now the person who betrayed you and played with your heart.

You forgot how long you had been standing there as you pulled out your phone opening the images Betty had sent you and placed the phone in his hand.

He stared at the phone, shocked knowing there was no way out of this situation, sorrow creeping on his face.

“I- I can explain” He stammered.

“Can you? Is this why we were a secret? I was just a pawn on some sick twisted game you and those assholes play, what you thought your dating the principals daughter as your ticket out of trouble?!?!” you questioned holding back your tears trying to sound as strong as possible.

“No (Y/N), I LOVE YOU” he shouted this was the first time he said those words and you wished you heard them again, but not within this context “I didn’t mean for this hurt you, I swear. It was stupid I never meant you or even me to be a part of that stupid book. Chuck heard about our date and they almost caught us again. I wanted us to be secret so nobody could hurt you and I lied and Chuck twisted it up.”

“So you would rather objectify me in the cruelest way you could than own up to dating me really? Wow so much better Mantle” you gazed at him wishing that this never happened.

“N- No, I’m sorry, it- it was wrong what I did, I was stupid believe me I know, but (Y/N) I- I can’t lose you, you mean the world, hell the whole damn universe to me” Reggie spoke with regret filling the air as he stepped closer and held your hand.

That touch that electrifying touch that sent butterflies all over your body.

“You know Mantle” he gave a sad look knowing you only ever called him that when you were mad at him “I wish that was enough, I wish that I was enough” you kept your voice in check not wanting him to see you weak because of him.

“You are babe”

“No, no I wasn’t enough to make you own up to dating me rather than this, and what sucks the most about falling for you is” he kept his eyes on the ground “Falling for a guy knowing I was never right for him, but hoping just maybe things will be like the movies, and he’ll be amazing, except this isn’t a movie and I fell for you Reg and now everyone is gonna know this tragic story” and he finally looked you in the eyes a bit confused as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“I hope you enjoy your newfound popularity, because this is Betty’s exposé for the schools newspaper, and I’m not gonna stop her. I’m gonna get justice for all those girls. As for you” you grabbed his hand took it off your cheek “You take care and have a nice life Reggie Mantle.”

Those being the last words you’d ever speak to him, awaking to a morning or reckoning.

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Battle of the Ego II

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Tony Stark

Warnings/Contains: fighting, voyeurism, daddy, penetration, unsafe sex, cumming inside, masturbation, oral sex (female and male receiving), reader straddles steve, spanking, slight angst at the start for 5 seconds, pet names, sex w tony

Word Count: 3226

Part one 

the first one garnered such a beautiful response so we’re here for part two. part one also resulted in tony being given the title of having “Mad Dick Game™” so god only knows what will come of this part :/

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