small black bag

Enchantment spell - Strength Ring

Okay so this is a spell for enchanting a ring to give you mental strength every time you wear it!

You will need;

  • a ring - I used an opalite ring for strength and removing energy blockages
  • a small black organza bag - black to absorb all negative energies and keep you strong
  • salt (you can use sea salt, but I used the Dead Sea Protection Salt from Witch Casket) - to protect you from any negativity 
  • basil - to steady the mind and to ward off negative energy
  • thyme - for strength, inner calm and balance
  • parsley - for strength and vitality
  • sage - for strength and courage
  • a bay leaf - for protection
  • moon water - for cleansing and strengthening the energy and magick!


  1. Mix all the dry ingredients into your organza bag
  2. Add the ring
  3. Close the bag and shake, channeling the physical energy into the spell
  4. Take the ring out of the bag and cleanse in moon water
  5. For extra oomph, charge the ring under moonlight for one night

Wear the ring when you feel weak and it will give you the strength you need! You may also carry around the charm bag to intensify the effects!


Request: “Babe I need a newt x reader based off “that my wife”, maybe him admiring her in the midst of a conversation or whatever? Idk whatever you come up with!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Most often, he awoke to the blissful sounds of your deep breathing, accompanied of course with subtle sounds of effort. He had come to expect the little squeaks, the huffs of exertion and the sound of annoyed tittering. Newt was not at all surprised to be welcomed to the sight of the Niffler fussing with the diamond on your finger, its tiny hands trying to pull the ring from you without waking you. At least the bugger was respectful enough to display some sort of manners – or maybe he was just a weathered thief who knew it was easier to keep his treasures if no one knew they were missing. But Newt would have always noticed whether you were wearing your ring or not, since you always seemed to twirl it as a habit; a fidget that he wished you would never overcome.

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Birthday Girl

Dan x reader

Request- Anon:  Can you write a smut were dan gets the reader something special for their birth day, like a sex toy or something kinky idk, and they play around with it please and thank you

Warnings- smut, swearing

sorry that i took forever to write this, dear anon. Sorry it’s bad lol

request more things guysss



You open your eyes and you’re greeted with (your boyfriend) Dan’s peaceful face. You yawn and adjust your position slightly, the movement causing Dan’s sleepy eyes to flutter open.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” Dan mumbles whilst pulling you into his chest.

It’s nice to know his first thoughts of the day were about you.

You move closer to him and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. A comfortable silence settles over the room once again before three knocks erupt from the door.

“Yep.” You yell, moving to sit up, Dan coming up with you.

“Happy Birthday, y/n!” Phil tells you enthusiastically, a smile covering his face and a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“Thanks Phil!” You reply, smiling as well.

He sets the tray on your lap and steps towards the door.

“Got any plans today?” He asks.

“Well, my mum wants to see me, but that’s it.” You tell him. He nods and points a thumb behind him to the lounge.

“So do you both want to watch a movie later?“

Both you and Dan nod, Phil smiles and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. You look down at your food and start to eat. Dan attempts to take sneaky bites of your pancakes, but fails. It just results to you feeding him and spilling syrup down his chin which you both laughed at.

“So, I have a few presents for you.” Dan starts, a cheeky smirk painting itself onto his face. “You get two now, and the others tonight.” You nod and set the empty tray on the bedside table.

“Also I’m taking you to dinner.” He says as he gets out of bed and makes his way to his wardrobe.

“Dan this is very unnecessary.” You tell him. You loved when Dan was cheeses, but dinner with him usually ended up with him teasing you.

“I know, but the second present you are getting is for me as well.” He admits, “And dinner goes with it.”

You sigh and shake your head, causing him to laugh as he returns to you with a small black paper bag. He pulls out a small wrapped box and hands it to you. You tear the paper back and open the box.

“Oh my God, Dan.” You gasp, taking the bracelet from the box and attaching it around your wrist. It was black material braided in a pretty way that attached with a silver clasp that had rainbow edges. “Thank you so much it’s amazing.”

Dan knew you don’t like fancy jewelry as the just make you anxious and afraid you would break them. So this was a perfect middle.

“No problem, princess.” He replies, kissing your temple. “Now for your second present, I need you to lay down and close your eyes.”

You do as he says and feel him take the duvet off of your legs and hear him take something from the black paper bag. You feel him hovering over you and move your shorts and panties down your legs. He spreads your legs and runs a finger over folds before pushing into you, causing you to moan. He covers your lips with his and kisses you roughly, making your more and more aroused as he adds another finger, then another. He thrusted his fingers at a quick pace, bringing you to the edge before removing his fingers from you. You whine into the kiss and open your eyes.

“Eyes closed, love.” Dan tells you and you sigh, closing your eyes. You feel something cold press against you, an odd contrast to your burning core. Dan pushes the vibrator into you and pulls your panties and shorts back up your legs.

“Alright y/n, time to get ready.” Dan says, ignoring that he just put a vibrator inside you.

“Dan the fuck is this?” You ask, moving your hips into the bed and moaning as the device moves inside you.

“Don’t wear anything to fancy, the restaurant we are eating at later isn’t bad. I know you don’t like extravagant places.” He says, turning to you. “But, you have to wear a skirt or shorts and no panties.” He tells you.

“Why should I listen to-” You moan loudly as the device inside you starts vibrating at an high rate, stopping after a few seconds.

“That’s why. Do as I say and you won’t be teased as much today. But if you disobey me… He moves closer to you, pulling you off of the bed and close to his tall frame. “You won’t like the consequences, princess.” He moves away from you and starts to his wardrobe, pulling on some skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. You groan and move to get dressed. As Dan moves to the door, he turns the vibrator back on at the lowest setting, causing you to stop in your tracks and bite your lip to hold in a quiet moan. You turn to look at Dan, expecting him to turn it off again, but you are met with a smirk.

“And remember my rules. You don’t get to cum unless I say so.” He smiles at you and leaves the room. The hum of the vibrator sending small waves of pleasure through you as you feel it start to go faster.

You finish getting ready and head to the lounge where you are met with Dan and Phil on the couch with your favourite movie waiting to be played. You sit down next to Dan, but as you sit the toy was pushed in further a bit, causing a quiet moan to escape your mouth that Phil thankfully didn’t hear. Dan, however, did. He looks over at you, pulls you into his side with an arm around your shoulders, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small remote and turns of the toy, pushing the remote back into his pocket.

The movie was, to your enjoyment, completely voided of teasing from Dan. You managed to stay in the same position, not moving much at all as to minimize the chance of the device moving inside you.

After the movie, You and Dan leave to your mum’s to visit her, making it there with little teasing. Dan knows from experience not to try anything around your family, so nothing happened. It was a good day so far, but once 5 p.m.

Dinner was filled with Dan turning the vibrator all the up and making you order food for yourself. It was Dan moving his hand up your thigh and pushing the vibrator into you until finally in the cab he turned it off.

You both enter your room when Dan tells you to sit on the bed before pulling out that black paper bag. He takes out a set of ropes, a gag, and a blindfold before pushing out back on the bed.

“Time the best present, birthday girl.”

anonymous asked:

Since we saw Juggie punch someone in the promo, could you write a fic where Juggie gets in a fight and Betty heals his wounds?

I’ll give it a go sure thing!

His knuckles were bleeding and he could hardly see out of his left eye, the swelling making it difficult to even blink. He had nowhere to go,The party still carrying on at Archie’s, and Pops already closed for the night. He continued to wander the streets of Riverdale, Glancing at his phone, it read 1:43, his birthday was over and his heart felt heavy.

It had been a nice gesture and it had all started out harmless enough, the blue and gold themed birthday party Betty had thrown him was thoughtful and quiet, he could still remember her softly singing him Happy Birthday as she held up the Hamburger shaped birthday cake, his new and old friends watching and clapping as he blew out the candles.

Then it all went to shit. And it was all thanks to Cheryl Blossom, the red headed child of Satan. no one asked her to come, no one asked her to invite the entire Riverdale Sophomore class and absolutely no one asked her to invite Chuck Clayton, resident asshole and douchebag to all. Jughead had plans to ignore the prick, that was until he started in on Ethel.

Ethel Muggs family was going through similar hardships Jughead had experienced just years ago and he genuinely felt for her. Chuck Clayton however, did not. Chuck had been vial, calling her homeless trash, a cowards daughter. One thing led to another and Jughead had Chucks blood on his hands and the dark skinned boys knuckle indents on his face.

Betty had tried to break up the fight, innocent and tipsy she had screamed at Chuck and attempted to defend her boyfriend, Jughead was far too gone for that though, he winced at his memories, he could really be an idiot sometimes.

As Betty was defending Jughead he was screaming at the blonde, publically breaking up with her, telling her she wasn’t who he thought she was, calling her a poser, a drunk. God he was an idiot, he freaked out, tensed up under the pressure. He could just call her, go back to the party, sneak her away into a room. Talk about it, that’s what they did. Talk. But no, he was the coward. He didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.


He froze in his spot. Holy shit.

“Jughead?! Where are you?” The familiar voice called again from somewhere behind him.

Whipping around and rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tear stained, messy ponytail Betty Cooper. She stopped abruptly, her hands clutching some small black bag.

“Jughead” she whispered, her shoulders slumping in relief. Grabbing his wrist quickly she pulled him over to sit on one of the park benches it was directly underneath a harsh street lamp.

“Betty?” He asked as she dug in the little black bag. She didn’t look up just continued digging before pulling out a cue tip and some form of clear cream, suddenly she was pressing down gently on his eye, the stinging making him wince

“I’m sorry” she whispered, placing two slender fingers on the bruise. She then moved on to his knuckles, she finally glanced up at him quickly

“This is going to hurt the most.”

He nodded slowly.

She dabbed his hand with the alcohol wipe and he hissed audibly, quickly she grabbed his hand and blew gently

“I had to disinfect it, I know it stings.” As she wrapped his knuckles with the white gauze he cleared his throat

“Betty I…”

She cut him off, her voice tired and weak

“I get it Jughead, okay? You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not what you want. It’s okay.”
He saw the lone tear drop on his pant leg.

He didn’t know you could physically feel your heart break until today, Jughead slowly gripped her chin, bringing her face to his as she finished taping his knuckles with her shaky fingers.

“I’m an idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. I didn’t mean what I said, any of it.”

Betty opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head and continued

“I was angry, at everyone. My adrenaline, I don’t know, it’s no excuse but I need you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. You were the last person I should have taken my anger out on, after everything you did. You’re amazing, the best girlfriend, and I… I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything I want.” He felt his own voice grow thick with emotion at the thought of losing her.

Betty looked hesitant but nodded slowly, her hand dropping to hold his, she winced slightly. ever observant, Jughead noticed and pulled her fiery red palm to his face

“Woah, what happened here.” He questioned sigh concern. Betty blushed slightly
“I may have slapped Chuck, it’s a long story. It’s my turn to apologize. I got too caught up in it all. Caught up in Veronica, in Archie. It was your birthday, I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry Juggie. She dropped her forehead to his.
Shaking his head Jughead pulled her in for a quick kiss

“Have you heard of the after birthday, birthday?” He whispered close to her ear. He felt her smile against him and shake her head. “Oh it’s an age old tradition, the day after someone’s birthday the birthday boy, which is me, gets to pick someone to lay around, watch Netflix and eat burgers with, you’ve really never heard of it?” He pulled away and acted mock shocked.

Betty giggled shaking her head exaggeratedly

“What does one have to do to get this honor bestowed upon them?” She asked in a serious tone.

Jughead grabbed the little first aid kit and tucked her hand into his.

“She simply has to be Betty Cooper, worlds best girlfriend.”

Betty giggled excitedly “hey! That’s me!”

Jughead dropped a kiss to the side of her head

“Yeah Juliet, that’s you.”

Just Ask - Part 5

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m at a coffee shop, taking full advantage of their free internet to queue these up, aahhhh I hate moving and being Internet-less. 

This one is for you @nathalieruaudel! You beautiful french macaroon you ❤️

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Kinky Night (Jaehyun)

anon said: Smut with Jaehyun please. Jaehyun’s back from performing abroad and he’s brought you a little present, lingerie. you’re more than happy to oblige and give him what he wants but you’ve also bought a few surprises, a pair of handcuffs and blindfolds. your both eager to get it on in an ‘extra special’ way tonight. Feel free to play with any other fetish or kink. maybe ice play, breath control and overstimulation. what can I say I have a wild imagination lol. Peace!~~ 

author: admin ni ayeee

word count: 2,834 (i got a little carried away, so not sorry :) )

genre: kink smut for ya nasties

a/n: luv ur request marry me (again the “sex” is referring to ya naughty parts lmaooooo)

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Beautiful- Steve Rogers x Reader

Request//Anon: Could I please request a story? Steve Rogers x reader where reader doesn’t think of herself pretty/attractive but finds Steve’s sketch book that is filled with beautiful drawing of her (not in a creepy way tho) and she cries because of them and Steve finds her and just fluff like so much fluff

A/N: Remember to always be confident guys, rock what you’ve got because all of you are fucking gorgeous human beings! Xx :)

“Hey you almost ready hon?” Steve called from the hallway outside your room. 

“Yeah um, just give me a sec,” you yelled back, catching a glimpse of him in the hall, adjusting his tie in the mirror, as you passed by your doorway. You smiled to yourself as you turned towards your mirror, an expression that quickly fell away when faced with your reflection. You were in a simple modest black dress, nothing too fancy, but still nice, yet you still were plagued with a sinking feeling that it somehow didn’t look right on you. You tried pulling it down a bit, then up, but nothing helped, it just didn’t look quite good enough. 

You smoothed down the bottom and did a half turn to look at the back. You remembered buying it, loving the way it flowed and swirled around your legs when you spun, but now you found your self hating how it looked. You rubbed your eyes, you just wanted this night to be perfect, Steve had picked out a nice restaurant and you were looking forward to a night out, just the two of you.

You didn’t really have any other outfit choices, so despite the sudden dip in your confidence you just decided it was best to grab your purse and go, you didn’t want to miss the reservation after all, and standing in front of this mirror wasn’t making you feel any better.

You walked hurriedly towards your nightstand, quickly grabbing your small black bag, but as you spun on your heel to go, you realized you’d accidentally knocked Steve’s sketch book onto the floor. You bent swiftly to pick it up, but paused once it was in your hands. The rough leather bound journal had fallen open to a random page that just so happened to feature a sketch of you, and a beautiful one at that. It was drawn with such detail, such precision, alternating soft and dark lines, forming a picture of you, a carefree, happy expression on your face. 

You walked backwards, still staring at the sketch, until you felt the bed hit the back of your knees and then you sat. Almost with caution, you turned to the next page of the book, and there you were again. Smiling, with messy hair, depicted by an assortment of tangled and overlapping lines. You raised your hand to cover your mouth has you turned the page again, finding another picture of you, skipping coffee by the window, then reading, smiling, all so beautiful, so well done, so unique. 

The tears came before you should stop them, falling over your cheeks as a small smile painted your lips. You’d never felt more loved in that moment. You forgot about the mirror, which tormented you so often and instead saw yourself through the beauty in which Steve drew you. The imperfect details which made up a delicate, radiant whole.

“Hey is everything alright?” Steve had knocked softly on your door then peeked his head around the corner. “Wow,” he breathed, taking in your dress, and carefully curled hair. “You look incred-” he stopped mid-sentence quickly taking in the tears which had stained your cheeks, “(Y/N), what happened? Are you alright?” He was at your side in an instant slipping his hand over yours, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Yeah-I just-” you nodded towards the sketch book lying open in your lap.

“Oh, I-” he suddenly looked nervous, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, you couldn’t help but smile at his concerned expression, “I just couldn’t help but sketch you, your just always glowing  and beautiful and your smile it’s just so, so-” it was your turn to interrupt him now, silencing his nervous rambles with a soft kiss.

You pulled back slowly, your eyes still closed, your face an inch away from his. “Thank you,” you whispered faintly, “thank you so much, you don’t know how much I needed this.”

“Well I’m just glad you didn’t think they were creepy,” Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, another tear, of happiness, sliding down your cheek. He gently slid his hands through your hair in either side of your face, and kissed the top of head lightly. 

“I’m sorry I made us miss our reservation,” you said looking up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can order in some deliciously greasy food, and change into some extra comfy clothes,” he slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, resting his chin on your head, “how does that sound?”

“Amazing,” you smiled, turing in his arms to face him and reaching up to kiss him again, “that sounds amazing,” you sighed. 

isinnedforthis  asked:

Hi 💖could you do 42 + 80 with jungkook please ?



PROMPTS: “If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you” + “You’re going to get us expelled”


We parked our car outside of Kim Taehyung’s house, using a tree across the street co hide the car. I turned my head to face jungkook after turning on the ignition and took in a breath. I was kind of getting cold-feet about all of this. Jungkook is my best friend so obiviously I would do anything to help him but this seemed a bit extreme. Taehyung is a known jock and prankster on into our school so it was no surprise to me that he saw it fit to do a little bit of upperclassmen hazing on Jungkook now that he was on the football team. It was however infuriating to Jungkook. He hadn’t stopped plotting revenge since he called me shrieking about the entire situation. He hadn’t even really explicitly told me what Taehyund did.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him , pulling the most “I’m serious” look my face can do. Jungkook nods his head and says, “Yes. For the last time, this is happening.”

Jungkook unbuckles his seatbelt in the passenger seat and reaches behind to grab the small black bag he had brought with him when I picked him up. “With or without you,” he adds, getting out of the car and closing the door as gently as he can.

I groan and look at the time. It’s almost 2am. Jungkook owe me big time, I think to myself. I quickly get out of the car and sprint over to him, crouching in the bush in front of Taehyung’s house. “I’m your ride or die, remember?” and he chuckles lightly. “But if we die, I swear to God I’m coming back to haunt you.” I add and he shakes his head.

Jungkook points to the second story window with a small balcony and says, “That’s the asshole’s room. Here’s the gameplan. I hoist you up on my shoulder and you hop on the lower roof on top of the doorstep and then you pull me up and from there we just hop onto his balcony.”

I look at Jungkook with the most dumbfounded expression and for a moment appreciate who animatedly stupid my best friend is. “Was Taehyung’s prank so severe that it cause you to lose all of your brain cells?” I ask, blinking inquisitively. I then smack Jungkook upside the head and whisperingly exclaim, “WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!”

“THEN HOW DO WE GET IN?” He whispers back. I sigh. “I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t land us in jail for breaking and entering. Why can’t we just tee-pee his house like normal people and not remove his hair with nair?”

“Because he deserves this.” Jungkook says gruffly, getting up and walking onto their lawn. “What are you doing?!” I exclaim throwing my hands in the air.

Jungkook smirks at me, “Ride or die right?”

I silently groan and sprint up after him. We reach the doorstep and just as ill-planned, Jungkook hoists me up on his shoulders. He complains a bit saying I’m heavy which earns him a flick to the forehead. I’ve never considered myself a person with a lot of upper body strength but today I impressed by pulling myself up on the small roof landing along with jungkook.

It was scary hopping onto the balcony even though there wasn’t much of a jump. Jungkook jumped first and hed his arms out once he reached the other side to comfort me into knowing he would never let me fall.

Once we were on the balcony, it was easy to get into Taehyung’s room; the window was already open.

We tiptoed inside onto his white carpet our shoes were sure to leave grass-stains on tomorrow.

We adjusting to the darkness of the room, I eventually was able to make out the shape on the bed Jungkook approached, holding out a bottle of Nair.

I moved closer along with Jungkook. “Does the school get involved with this kind of stuff? You’re going to get us expelled.” i whisper and Jungkook shushes me.

I see Taehyung now. His hair is messy and his body is sprawled on the bed. Taking in his body, I can see that he sleeps shirtless. Even in the very dim lighting I can see his tanned glistening skin.

“Gross. Stop ogling him.” Jungkook whispers shoving me a bit.

I blush. “I never notice how hot he was.” I say and Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Let’s see if you like him without eyebrows,” He mumbles.

He taked a slob of nair cream and is about to brush it on Taehyung’s face when I stop him. “Jungkook, no.”

Jungkook whips around and says, “What is it Y/N?!”

“You can’t do this. I don’t know what he did or said but you can’t just take his eyebrows off. This is wrong and you’re a good person Jungkook. What kind of friend would I be if I let you go through with this?” Jungkook sighs, letting his hand drop.

“You couldn’t have given me this speech like ten minutes ago?” He laughs lightly and so do I.

I give Jungkook a hug and rub his back, a weight off my chest lifted.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” We hear Taehyung roar and we whip around in the opposite direction so he doesn’t see our faces. Jungkook grabs my hand and we race out of the bedroom through the front door. Taehyung grabs my foot when I’m jumping off the balcony but jungkook catches me and we roll onto the roof landing still struggling to cover our faces. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

Jungkook and I sprint to my car once we land on the ground and I unlock the car. We hop in and just as we pull of the street, I see Taehyung running onto his lawn in just his briefs.

It’s minutes until either one of us say anything as we sit in my car parked inside my garage. Finally Jungkook breaks the silence and says, “Good thing we used those fake plates.” And then he’s laughing hysterically. Either because the situation is funny to him or because it’s the only real reaction we have in the moment, His laugh is contagious I can’t help laughing either. The next morning I wake up lying on Jungkook chest still in the car. I feel a tingling on my face and feel for my missing eyebrow, I see that Jungkook’s hand still had some of the Nair cream.



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Twice the Love

Something where Y/N is the female Spider and on Team Cap. Both her and Tom fight one another while flirting. At school, they both have crushes on each other even though Y/N is the most popular girl at school, she still has a huge crush on Peter. Then as their alter egos, they both ask one another for help and the truth about their identities come out?

“You hit like a girl!” yelled the spiderling.

“That’s because I am a girl you shit.” I remarked back, flinging my webs at him. I fell to my back and kicked him with my leg, sending him backwards. I flipped myself back up and didn’t see him where I expected him to be. My senses felt him behind me and I ducked, as semi truck was thrown at me.

“You missed.” I snorted, crossing my arms.

“I didn’t want to mess up your makeup.” he mocked.

“Please. I’ve seen tighter tights than yours.” I said, as he swung down.

“Is that the best you got?” he remarked, laughing. I arched an eyebrow and saw behind him, a bunch of crates. I started to fake cry and he stopped laughing.

“Whoa hey? Are you seriously crying?” he asked, coming over. I nodded and sniffled for more of an effect.

“Hey hey. Don’t cry.” he said, placing an arm on my shoulder. I stopped and sniffled, looking at him through my mask. He looked concerned. Good. I grabbed his arm and flipped him backwards.

“What the hell was that for?” he said as my foot stood on his chest, my hands holding his arm up.

“Didn’t Stark ever tell you not to let your guard down?” I teased. Before I could make another remark I was flipped upside down and he sat on top on me.

“Whose guard is down now?” He teased. I smiled and brushed his cheek with my hand. I felt him tense up and I brought him closer to my face.

“Still yours.” I said, webbing up his hands and flinging him towards the crates I saw with a kick of my foot.

“You really like using your feet.” he groaned, standing up.

“It never fails me.“I said, seeing Sam flying over. "See ya Spiderling.” I said, blowing a kiss and shooting a web to latch onto Sam’s foot, flinging myself away.


Chemistry. Or as I like to call it, boring. Mr. Callin was a good teacher, don’t get me wrong, but his class was too easy. For me and the 19 other students to be precise. His teachings were taught as if we were first graders. That’s why I took an extra Chemistry class after school for more of a push. Which also meant… Peter Parker.

“Hey Audrey! We still on for Jacob’s party tonight?” Nat asked, her long black hair swinging behind her.

I hated parties to be honest. I would rather be home playing some videogames or watching movies. But everyone expected me to be there cause I was popular. What a stupid label.

“I’ll see Nat. I have a lot to study for this week.” I told her, smiling. She pouted but nodded, waving goodbye, turning to take the bus with her brother. I loved how even though Nat was more popular than me, she didn’t care that people knew she took the bus.

I sighed and headed towards Mrs. Lane’s room for the Chemistry lesson. As I entered, I saw Peter, doodling in his notebook. I marveled at the way he furrowed his eyebrows as he doodled.

“You good there Audrey?” Mrs. Lane asked. I nodded and took my seat near the window, next to Peter. Mrs. Lane liked the thought of us two being together since we were the top two students in her class and wanted us to be assistants to those who needed assistance. I opened my backpack and saw my suit was at the bottom.

Crap… I forgot to put it in the washer after I got home from Germany.

“Y-you dropped this.” Peter said, holding up a pencil. I took it and gave him a shy smile, thanking him. Our hands touched and my heart skidded to a halt. He started to blush and smiled at me. I looked away, wishing for my heart to beat normal again.

~Later on that Night~

I sat next to a gargoyle, watching through my lenses.

“Fancy seeing you here.” said a familiar voice.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be Spiderling?” I teased, knowing he hated that name.

“You know I do. But I might just have to stay here until you get my name right.” he said sauntering over and plopping himself next to me. I rolled my eyes and looked at my phone, seeing a text from Nat asking if I could make it. I told her I couldn’t and she sent a sad face.

“You missing something?” he asked.

“Just a boring party.” I said, stuffing my phone back into my small black bag.

“Yeah. Me too. I hate going but I only go because the girl I like goes.” he said. I looked at him and smiled.

“I took an extra class knowing the guy I like would be in it.” I chuckled. He chuckled too and sighed.

“How is she like?” I asked.

“Aw man. She’s adorable. Her laugh is adorable. I love the way how she’s all natural. She doesn’t wear makeup and doesn’t even try in her appearance. She could wear sweats and a sweatshirt and still look great. She’s not like most girls, she’s independent and I just.. Really like her.” he said, leaning against the gargoyle as if he was going to fall off.

“Mine is like that too. Except he’s extremely shy. I like that about him because he’s not a meathead. I hardly know him but he’s sweet. And his eyes make me melt.” I gushed.

“Care to give me a name?” he chuckled.

“Only if you do it too.” I said, pushing him with my shoulder slightly.

“Okay. On three.”






I nearly fell off the perch as I heard my name.

“That’s my name.” We both said together.

“Peter? As in.. Peter Parker?” I asked, feeling lightheaded.

“Audrey?” he said. I nodded and slipped my mask off. He did the same and I nearly died.

“Well… Guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Peter said.

“I guess it is.” I said, stunned from confessing my love for him.

“Audrey?” Peter. I turned to look and he kissed me. I kissed him back without hesitating and instantly melted.

I’m kissing Peter. The boy who’ve I’ve fallen for since sophomore year. It took two years to finally kiss him.

We pulled apart and he was blushing like crazy.

“That’s out too.” he said smiling. I laughed and let out a small snort, covering my mouth as soon as it slipped out.

“That’s adorable.” he laughed. I punches his shoulder softly and he laughed.

“So what now?” I asked, looking at Peter. His fingers interlaced with mine and he smiled.

“I guess we’re dating. Miss Spiderling.” he teased.

“So we are Spiderling.”

Deadly Magic

Summary: You and the pack go into the woods to search for a chimera but things go wrong and you have to use your witch powers to save your boyfriend Isaac 

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word Count: 3,412

Author’s Note: The witch powers are based off of some of my favorite witches: Bonnie Bennett and the show Charmed 

Side Note: Bonnie Bennett deserved better


Originally posted by fyeahdanielsharman

This wasn’t how you planned to spend your Friday night; walking through the woods, tracking a chimera down, trying to stop him from causing any more damage than he already had. But most of your nights consisted of you doing something you hadn’t planned. That’s what happens when your friends are supernatural creatures. Also the fact that you’re a witch caused you to have not so normal weekends.

Isaac got out of the passenger side of your car as you met up in front of Roscoe with Stiles, Scott, & Malia.

“Alright,” Scott said as he looked between you all. “Stiles heard that someone reported a creature in the woods while they were camping here over the police scanner. A deputy was sent to check it out but found nothing.  We know it was probably another chimera, but we have to find it before it attacks someone.”

“So what’s the plan?” Malia asked.

“Me, you, & Isaac are going to go check out the campsite where it was reported at. It probably won’t still be there, but we can try to catch its scent. Y/N and Stiles will stay here while she does a locator spell.”

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Kabul (Jackson Wang)

This is inspired by Descendants of the Sun with a slight twist. Peacekeeper/Soldier Jackson rise!

This might be a series lets see where it goes!

WARNING: Mentions Bombing, War, Death, Blood, Injuries


Originally posted by ramyumhae

There was a ringing. A high pitched white noise blocking out all other sounds. Dust flying in the air and filling your lungs. Your body ached, but moved freely–thankfully. You slowly steadied yourself, as the ringing dissipated and faded into the noises of complete chaos. Your eyes darted around, registering the current situation. Civilians in the distance screaming, rubble tumbling from a mile to just a few yards away from you. Your colleagues, running out of the building about a city block behind you, all staring at the chaos ensuing not too far ahead.

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four quarians who never made it back to the fleet (and one who did)

Holiday Harbinger gift for @carastian-candies. Happy belated holidays, and happy 2017! I hope you enjoy.

rated pg, warning for minor character death; also on ao3

lia’vael nar ulnay

This is it, she thinks as the volus accuses her, this is how my pilgrimage ends. She doesn’t even have enough money to eat anything more than the protein paste handed out by a turian charity, she certainly doesn’t have enough to hire someone to help her out of a C-Sec cell.

She doesn’t steal. Stealing money, especially from a bosh’tet like this volus, probably doesn’t count as harming another, but she wouldn’t do it anyway. Her mother taught her better than that. No matter how she begs, no matter how much she tries, she cannot make the volus or the C-Sec officer believe her.

Lia’s on the verge of tears when the human steps in, with a quarian and a turian behind her. The switch from despair to relief is too rapid, too sudden, and she’s left completely speechless as the human Spectre dresses down the officer. She’s even more stunned when the quarian speaks up and practically throws the missing credit chit at the volus.

“You left it in a shop,” the quarian says, disdain and barely-contained fury dripping from her voice.

The officer and the volus leave, both chastised, and Lia takes a breath.

She thanks her saviors repeatedly, explains that she’s been eating paste and dreaming of ships, and they all wish her luck and go on their way.

The quarian finds her in the shelter that night, as she stares at her half-eaten bowl of dextro protein paste and the straw sticking out of it. She sits beside Lia and passes her a credit chit. Lia scans it, and her eyes widen: it’s three times as much as the one the volus accused her of stealing.

“I can’t accept this,” Lia says, though she desperately wants to. It’s enough to get her a decent bed and food for a few months, or be a good down payment on the ship she wants. But the quarian must need it, too.

“Yes, you can,” she says, and closes Lia’s hand around it. “Do good with it,” she says, and then stands up. “Keelah’selai, Lia’Vael nar Ulnay.”

She looks up. “Keelah’selai…” she realizes she doesn’t know the quarian’s name.

“Tali’Zorah vas Neema,” she says. And then, with a slight nod, she leaves.

Lia blinks long after Tali has disappeared from her view. That was Tali’Zorah.

She doesn’t buy the ship. She looks all day, but with a full stomach – full for the first time since she was stranded on the Citadel – she goes back to the shelter that evening, and asks what she can do to help.

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Flickers of Gold - Part 2

Uhhhh. Yeah this is… This is just straight up, werewolf smut. Yup. It’s a dirty birdy. And it’s all about my hubby.  So uh. NSFW warning. Like major. NSFW warning. IT’S GONNA GET DIRTY FOLKS.

Meh, the ending isn’t the best but uh. YEah.

Taggin the usual suspects @hardcorewwetrash @fuckyeahbulletclub @omgmissmillie @darlingkatrina and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… YUP. :D Thank you for helping me proofread and such and things, I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU ;-;

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any idea where i could find drarry fics featuring learning/knowing a second language? - I tried your parseltongue tag but it wasn't really what I was looking for and I'm not sure what to search for? (love the blog btw :) I've found pretty much all my favourite fics on here so thank you)

I have some French speaking Draco if you want. :)

Date Blindness by Cheryl Dyson (24k)
Harry thought he was perfectly happy until Hermione decided to set him up on a blind date.

Number Seven by Sara Holmes (265k)
Harry already has two children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone…Right?

Say Anything by megyal (8k)
 Draco has a crush on Harry and tells him in French.

Against All Odds by momatu (53k)
Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

Crossing Lines by Ren (47k)
While investigating a ring of smugglers, the Aurors receive a tip saying that the European Express is being used to move contraband across state lines. To solve the case, Harry has to unmask the smugglers and find the hidden contraband before the luxury train reaches Bulgaria. Draco Malfoy is also on board… but that’s just coincidence, isn’t it?

Abraxan Wings by khalulu (14k)
AU following the confrontation in the bathroom, which in this fic takes place around the middle of year 6. When the Sectumsempra curse severs a nerve at the base of Draco’s spine, he loses some abilities he may never recover. It isn’t the end of the road, though – just the beginning of a major change of course. A mostly serious but not gloomy coming of age /romance /adventure story, featuring the Room of Parole, Mme Maxime, Rosemonde the flying horse, and Harry Potter on sax.

Un Noël très parisien by @femmequixotic and @noeeon(14k)
When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn’t he?

All Is Dust That Is Not His Heart by Lomonaaeren (3k)
Draco is a Beauxbatons student. Fleur is therefore the rightful Champion of the Triwizard Tournament. Who is this upstart Harry Potter, who insists on intruding where he doesn’t belong?

The Princess Thief by olimakiella (31k)
Wednesday morning, 10:00 a.m., Musée du Louvre; the open exhibit of Leonardo da Vinci is suffused with smoke. Sully Wing Security has shut down the La Chapelle Exhibition Hall and ushered the public out, holding them on the ground floor. Security is praised when the smoke clears and everything is still in place. Crisis averted. Later, when they notice the young man on the security cameras exiting through the Pyramid with a casual grace and a small black canvas bag, they call the Police Nationale…

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (131k)
Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

Maybe Next Time (Jin x reader)

You looked down at your phone, it just turned 10. You were tired of waiting, you gulped down your glass of wine and Jin’s then scraped his food on your empty plate. You groaned in frustration, he promised he would be back no later than 8, you understood, he was an idol, and he had very strict schedules. The least he could do was text you that he was going to come late though! As you cleaned the dishes, you set them to dry, you then tossed your shoes onto the floor and sat on your bed. Tears were beginning to well in your eyes, maybe you shouldn’t have went on that first date with him. Maybe you shouldn’t even have gotten introduced to him. You wiped your eyes furiously and grabbed a bag, you stuffed clothes into it and jotted down a note.

You will not stay here any longer, you were lovely, he left you for God knows how long! Then again.. He did say he would have a strict schedule. You tucked your hair behind your ear, what do you do? You looked around the apartment, you remember when he moved out of the dorm into your apartment, you two were much closer and more intimate, now he was barely home. You sat back onto the bed, should you leave? Your phone buzzed just then.

Jinnie: i should be home soon

You can technically leave, you weren’t really famous anymore, you can just leave the apartment key with him, pack all your stuff then go instead of just packing one flimsy backpack with an outfit. If you were having these thoughts of leaving him, would they maybe go away? You looked at the wall, showing 2 years worth of photos, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What do I do..” You whispered, you then heard the lock on your door turn, you quickly ran into the bathroom, shoving your backpack into the dirty laundry basket and turned on the faucet.

“__? Are you in the bathroom?” Jin asked, you stayed quiet, your eyes were a bit pink, although not red from full on crying. Maybe you can fool him? No, he’s not an idiot. You decided to take action, you dipped your head into the sink and splashed water on your face.

“__, did you already eat?” Jin asked as he attempted to open the door, “__, the door is locked, I’ll be in the kitchen ok?” As you heard his whistling go quiet, you turned off the water. He has no idea. He has no idea that this was 3 years. Did he forget? Does he not have an alarm or a date on the calendar? You looked back in the laundry basket, your bag hidden in the clothes. What do you do? You walked out of the bathroom, you found Jin sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, watching TV.

“How was filming?” You asked as you sat on the other side of the couch, he nodded with a mouthful of cereal. Oh no.. You felt it, the feeling you felt when you first moved in. You couldn’t go through with leaving him.

“It was good, I missed you though!” He stated as he smiled at you, he then held up his finger, “I have something for you!” He said, you began to feel hopeful. Maybe he did remember the anniversary.

“Can I take a guess?” You asked, once he came from the small office, he held a bag.

“You can open it whenever, I hope you like it!” Jin smiled, you then looked at the bag. It was small and black bag, with a ribbon tying the bag from opening. You pulled one end and pulled out a box. Maybe he did remember! Maybe this is a ring? Could it be a promise ring? Jin was looking at you with excitement. As you opened the box, you felt your heart drop. It was a keychain with a monkey.

“I remembered how much you liked these when we went to Jeju Island!” Jin smiled, he didn’t remember. You then smiled at him with a chuckle.

“I can’t believe you’d remember that!” You laughed, you placed the monkey back into the box and walked to your room, you placed the bag in your nightstand and sat on your bed. Did he not see the dishes in the sink? Or smell the food in the trashcan? You then reopened your nightstand and grabbed the purple box and looked inside, which had a bracelet. Should you give this to him? Would it make him remember? It was worth a try.

“I got you something, Jin.” You smiled, he then placed his bowl on the counter and smiled as you handed him the gift.

“I wonder what it is.” He sang, once he opened the box he smiled at you, “__, you really didn’t have to.” He stated, you shook your head and smiled.

“I wanted to, don’t worry about it.” You smiled, did he remember?

“What’s the occasion for this? It’s such a nice bracelet.” He smiled as he tried it on, you swallowed.

“I just felt like spoiling you.” You lied, he didn’t remember. He then gave you that familiar smile that made your knees weak, he then kissed your forehead.

“You’re the sweetest, I’m going to bed, will you join me?” He asked, you then nodded, he placed his bowl into the sink. Maybe he’ll see the dishes! But no avail, he walked off, tugging off his shoes and placing them near the door. He didn’t remember anything. And it will probably stay like that. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. You sat on the couch, your hands on your knees and your gaze straight forward. No, you’re no coward, you can bring yourself to leave him!

“Jin?” You called, you walked into your shared room, but he was in the bathroom. You looked at the note on the door, did he really not see that? Or maybe he did and he ignored it? You were hoping he was quiet from sadness, as you were listening in, you heard him whistle. When did your relationship become like this? Was it when he went famous? You always thought he didn’t have a chance, as bad as it was. Companies are so picky, you thought he had a slim chance. But here he is, going on tour, meeting many people, and going on talk shows. When people would ask about you, it was no doubt that he was very in love with you. But why don’t you feel the connection any more? What changed?

“Jin, I need to talk to you when you’re finished.” You called, you then heard an ok, things were that simple now. He didn’t question anything anymore. You decided you needed another glass of wine, how would you even bring yourself to talk to him about this? You were there for everything, can you easily just walk away? Stop! Stop with these thoughts! Yes! Yes you can! You’re unhappy aren’t you? Right?

“Am I unhappy?” You whispered to yourself as you poured yourself a hearty glass of wine, once you heard the water stop running, you chugged the glass down. Hell, you even began to drink from the bottle.

“__, where are you?” Jin asked, you then waved him over once you made eye contact from across the room, once he walked over he smiled at you, waiting for you. You looked at his face, he’s grown so much. He’s gotten taller, stronger, more handsome. You handed him your glass, and poured him some wine, you then stared at his hands, the hands you held, the ones that wiped your tears and ones that held you close. He couldn’t have been more perfect to you. You then swallowed.

You couldn’t do it.

“__?” Jin asked with concern as he held your hand, the time was now 11. You nodded, staring at him.


“You said you had something to talk to me about?” Jin chuckled, you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

No, you can do it! You can do it! Just four simple words. We should break up. Not that hard, you can do it!

“We should get a dog. It gets lonely here.” You smiled, Jin then nodded and chuckled.

“I think so too! We should go looking for dogs soon then.” He smiled, he then held your hand and jerked his head towards the bedroom. “Come to bed with me?” He asked, you then nodded your head in agreement.


You couldn’t do it.

Dazed and Confused, Part 3

November 19, 2015

Four Seasons Hotel

Seattle, WA

Knowing how to handle her partner when he gets into certain moods, Ari did exactly as Jimmy had asked, getting changed and following his lead in terms of getting back to the hotel. Once they’d gotten back to their hired car, he’d handed her a note scrawled onto the back of a cocktail napkin, containing very explicit instructions for what she was to do. Quickly reading it over, she affirmed Jimmy’s requests with a smirk and wink.

What an incredible night this is going to be…I love it when he lets me be in charge for once. How fortunate that I brought along some of my treasures…

Ari parted ways with Jimmy in the hotel lobby, excusing herself from a group of other performers who had gathered to congratulate Jimmy and to make small catch-up talk. Blaming a combination of jet-lag and the aftermath of nerves from the surprise performance, she said her goodbyes and retreated to their suite upstairs.

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I don’t know why but I always find Bruce’s stories tricky to write. I don’t like playing to the stereotype of him being overly sensitive because of his anger issues or making the story revolve around the Hulk because of the omniprevalent danger he presents. Hopefully this shows Bruce as a character rather than a plot point, and I hope you all enjoy it!

“Doctor’s Orders”

“Doctor Banner.” JARVIS’ voice called out to the scientist who looked up from his work. “Your presence has been requested in Miss (Y/l/n)’s quarters.”

Bruce hurried down the corridor as fast as he could, practically tripping over his own feet to get to your room. You must be in desperate need of his help or you wouldn’t have called at all – it wasn’t in your proud nature to ask for help, as he so well knew – so upon reaching the door, he burst in.
“(Y/n)?” He called out when the room was in fact empty. Tony’s head shot up from the other side of the bed.

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled.
“I… uh… Tony?”
“Look at that, he remembers my name. Get over here I want a second opinion.” And just like that his head disappeared again.

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