small black bag

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.”

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.”

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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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. 

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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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.”

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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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 ;-;


It had been the going on a month. A month where Baron had yet to even touch you, small kisses being tossed around here and there. They had been running him ragged, interviews, training sessions, teasing him with his eventual title shot. Your heart swelled with pride every time you pictured him with that damn belt around his waist.

At the same time, you missed him. You missed your alpha, yearned for his touch. It was beginning to show, your senses taking over, every noise annoying you. You were staring into the air, pondering on how to get yourself off well enough to get over this damn fever. You could faintly hear your name, snapping out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the small restaurant where you and a few of the girls. Alexa stared at you, a bit of annoyance on her face.

“What the hell has been up with you lately?” She spoke out, Becky grimacing a bit at her words, as Natayla nodded in agreement. “It’s like you’re in some sort of damn trance or something.” She leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked like such a brat at that moment.

“Ya could be a bit nicer, she’s obviously goin’ through somethin’,” Becky barked back, sitting up in her seat, the two immediately starting to bicker as Natayla cheered on from the side. You groaned audibly, your annoyance growing thicker with each second that ticked by.

I need to have sex!” Everything around you quieted, you could feel the appalled stares from the table of old bitties surrounding you, as well as the few waiters coughing away the awkward air and returning to their duties. You smacked your head against the table, leaving it there with a groan.

“Well, Baron’s been busy I guess, how long has it been?” You muttered back a quiet ‘a while,’ refusing to lift your head from where it sat. “What’s a while,” Alexa pondered out loud, before throwing a quick, “A week?” You shook your head, regretting this entire conversation.

“Two weeks?” Natayla offered up, obviously shocked that it had been longer than a week. You grumbled lowly, before sitting up, mumbling quietly. “What? You have to speak up.” A sigh passed your lips, your eyes closing gently before they opened again.

“A month,” the noise that came from Alexa shocked even you, a glare being shot her way as she choked back her drink. You looked down at your food, stabbing a fork into whatever you had ordered, before shoving it angrily into your mouth. “A whole month and I can’t even get him to play with my breasts a little.” you groaned out, rolling your eyes as Alexa gagged out, muttering a quick ‘well, you asked,’ her way.

“You’ve lasted longer than I could have,” she muttered back, letting out a bit of a chuckle. “I would’ve tied him to the bed by now, if I were you,” you blushed down at bit, rolling your eyes as she shot back up, laughing a menacing laugh. “Wait, don’t tell me, you’re into being the sub,” one thing you knew about Alexa, she prided herself on being on top.

“Well, I can imagine a guy like Baron, ya got no other choice but ta let ‘im be in charge,” Becky agreed quietly, your eyes softening with hers, thanking her silently for making this slightly less awkward.

“You can tie a man up and he still be the one in charge,” You shot up, looking behind you, staring wide eyed at the small, gray haired old woman speaking in your general direction. She was dressed almost entirely in pink, her small white sun hat being the only exception. One of your eyebrows shot up, questioning what in the world she was even talking about. “Tie ‘im to the bed, make that man see what he’s been doin’ to you, get his engines revin’ and set ‘im loose.” Her southern accent was thick, your eyes widening even further as you watched her set down money on the small table, before hobbling off with a small, “Have a pleasant day ladies,”

You turned back in your seat, the table growing quiet as you all tried to process what had just happened. The scariest part was, you were actually considering what she had said, already daydreaming about how attractive Baron would look all tied up and needy. You moved in your seat a bit, already getting riled up.

“What tha hell just happened?” the silence was broken by Becky, as you shook your head in response, having no idea. “I want ta be ‘er when I get old,” she muttered out, a small laugh following her sentence.

“No kidding,” you mumbled back, making eye contact with Alexa, silently begging her to help you with go through with this. She shot you back a quick wink, before changing the subject, returning back to your meal.


“Baron?” You jingled the keys onto the counter of his place, setting the bags down, before spotting a note, a quick ‘Training, be home later. I love you,’ scribbled onto the small yellow sticky pad. You sighed aloud a bit, your hand falling towards Xander as he trotted his way over to you. You took his sloppy face in your hands, leaning your head against his as he let out a small noise. “Mama’s gonna get laid tonight, don’t you worry X.” He licked your face, an eruption of giggles passing through your lips, as you pushed the huge beast off of you, standing to put groceries away.

A few hours passed, leading you dreadfully into the night, humming along as you poked at the beef hissing in the pan. You smiled at the sound of the door unlocking, almost immediately after feeling arms wrap around you, a grumpy huff passing by your ear as he placed a quick kiss to the side of your neck. You leaned into his touch, holding back a groan at the way his lips felt. “What are you makin’?” it came out as a low mumble as you lifted a bit of the utensil, feeding some to a practically drooling wolf. He hummed in return, grip becoming a bit tighter.

“Thought tacos sounded good,” you replied back, returning back to stirring the meat up a bit, switching the stove off, turning in his arms before placing a small kiss to his lips. Your hands moved up his bicep, following up the tattoos placed there. “How was training?” You watched his nostrils flare a bit, taking in what you assumed to be the smell of the meat. He let out a small groan, pulling away a bit, mumbling a bit.

“S’okay. Let me just put my stuff up,” you let out a bit of a defeated sigh, nodding his way, watching the way his hand lingered on Xander’s head before he trotted to the bedroom, your attention returning to the stove. After a few minutes passed, your confusion rose back up, your feet moving silently to the bedroom, where a lone wolf lay sprawled out on the bed. Perfect. You groaned a bit before smirking, your plan coming together all too nicely. You quietly moved your way towards the small black bag from earlier, retrieving the pieces of cloth said specifically to hold back man or beast.

You moved slowly, pulling on the cloth tightly before grabbing a chair, setting it in front of the bed. You sighed as you stripped yourself out of your clothes, leaving yourself completely bare as you sat in your spot, rubbing gentle circles on your clit as you waited for Baron to wake up. A small moan passed your lips as you found yourself rubbing a bit rougher, that seeming to be the thing that woke the wolf from his slumber, your name tumbling from his lips quietly before his eyes shot open, immediately darkening to the sight in front of him. A deep warning growl filled the air as you heard him tug on the restraints, the wood of the headboard making a groaning sound. You smirked a bit, slipping a finger past your folds, biting down on your lip as you made eye contact.

“You’ve been a very bad alpha,” you whimpered out, ignoring his warnings of what was going to happen if you didn’t untie him. You tutted out a bit, your other hand moving to play with your breasts. “Leaving me all alone to fend for myself,” a small pout forced itself to your lips, a low moan passing your lips as you slipped another finger into yourself, curling them in a heavenly way. “How long’s it been baby?” your voice was menacingly thick.

“A month,” it came out as another growl, his eyes flickering a shade of gold, his canines growing a bit more than usual. “You better untie me now princess,” You let out a small chuckle, before allowing yourself to moan out his name, the tugging on the restraints growing rougher as you did.

“Nuh uh uh, you don’t wanna play with me anymore, fine,” you muttered out, your fingers working rougher as you brought yourself closer to orgasm. “But you get to watch as I work it out myself,” the sudden surge of power was almost orgasmic as it ran through your every nerve.

You closed yours eyes tightly, immersing yourself in the way your knot ripped itself apart, Baron’s name falling from your lips as you imagined his own fingers, his tongue, his hot cock buried in your wetness. You opened your eyes again, watching the way his chest rose and fell, the outline of his dick pressing against the sweats he had been wearing earlier.

Your fingers began moving yet again, small noises being made from the way they moved against your wetness. Your body shivered from the way you played with your already sensitive core, Baron’s eyes bleeding into the way your body moved. “Don’t you wanna touch me Baron?” You whined out, your heart flipping at the low growl rumbling past his throat. “I miss the way your cock feels inside of me,” another whine as your fingers sloshed along. “You always fuck me so well, my big, strong alpha,” Your head fell against the back of the chair, eyes closing tightly as you felt yourself wound up yet again.

Your eyes shot open, fingers slowing as you heard a loud crack, before seeing Baron rip his knots undone, the wood of the headboard dangling from his restraints, falling to the bed. You let out a small gulp, Baron throwing you against the bed, watching as your back arched away from the wood before pushing it to the floor.  “You know better not to tease princess,” it was a deep, sultry growl, his warning shooting lightning through your nerves. You shot a bratty pout his way, pulling him closer as his lips finally pressed against the pulse of your neck.

“Not my fault you haven’t been paying attention to me, oh shit, Baron,” Your small whines turned as his teeth fell down against your flesh. You could feel the sensation of blood slowly dripping from your neck, his canines sharper than the usual. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, his kisses intoxicating.

“I’m going to ravish you,” His voice was lower than the deep, sultry voice you had gotten used to, and fuck was it turning you on. He pulled himself up, lifting the loose tank top over his head, before throwing it in a corner, his hands pulling greedily at his sweats. His lips moved in a bruising heat against yours, catching yours moans as his hips snapped into yours, rough and passionate. Thrusts grew quicker by the second, needy, animalistic. Your head fell back against the pillows, your hands being pressed above your head, fingers intertwining with Baron’s large ones.

Your breath caught in your throat as his teeth pressed into your collar, tears prickling at your eyes as Baron’s thrusts grew rougher than normal, teeth drawing blood from yet another spot. Your nails dug into the back of his hand, trying to find some way to express how you were feeling. Your voice finally allowed you to croak his name out, eyes falling on his, irises now completely covered in golden flakes. You always adored these times, this being the only sure sign that he was something else, something otherworldly.

“My beautiful mate,” it came out as a low rumble, his thrusts growing erratic as your walls tightened around him, holding your orgasm off until you could feel him cumming with you. “Gonna breed my beautiful mate, mine.” You stared at him, shock quickly evaporating away as you let go, feeling his hips stutter against yours, another bite falling against your shoulder blade. His name echoed off the walls as he emptied inside of you, your own orgasm washing over your nerves.

Your teeth dug into your lip as he pulled out, before tugging you towards his chest, a little unused to the action. His lips fell on the bite mark on your neck, causing you to wince as you finally felt the sting. You shot a look Baron’s way, questioning what the hell he had been talking about earlier.

“Sorry,” it came out as a whisper, his eyes staying the beautiful golden color longer than usual, pulling away a bit as you moved a finger to poke at one of the sharpened canines. “S’ mating season. Usually I’m able to control myself, but with the way the company has been upping me, well,” your fingers traced gently over his chest, admiring the goosebumps that erupted underneath the ink as you moved. “Drove me just about crazy all month woman,” you blushed a bit, remembering how just last week, whilst in another shared hotel room, while Baron was sleeping you had played with yourself in the bathtub. “Could smell you, you always smell so gorgeous,” His face pressed near yours, lips finding the side of your head in a loving kiss.

“Were you serious? About the..” you blushed as you thought back to the words he had. A lowley chuckle passed his lips, as he pulled your left hand to his lips, kissing gently on the upside of your wrist. He could practically feel your heart pounding through your veins. His fingers gently traced over your ring finger, your eyes meeting his, heart stopping when the gold began to crumble away.

“I have other things I need to do first,” it was a small mumble, your eyes widening as he confessed. “Gotta make you proud, bring home the belt,” his lips met yours in a chaste kiss, before continuing on. “That’s the first step,” You nodded his way, smiling brightly as your pressed your lips back against his in a slightly more heated kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as he rolled your body underneath his yet again, tongues clashing. You both shot up as you heard a clash from the kitchen.

“XANDER,” You let out a yell, immediately standing out of bed, only to have your legs crumble beneath you. You shot a look in Baron’s direction, listening to him groan before padding out of the room. As you crawled back into bed, you smiled to yourself.

“X, no, drop it,” you could hear Baron’s booming voice, only assuming he was chasing the beast around the kitchen. Your eyes widened as you saw the Beast standing in the doorway, face covered in taco meat and slobber.

“Xander, don’t you dare,” you warned, holding a hand up, before he let out a booming bark, jumping onto the bed, ignoring your squeals of protest and covering your face in slobbery, taco kisses. You tried to be angry, you really did, but laughter forced itself from your body, as you tried with all your might to push him away. The bed dipped, warning you of Baron’s presence before his fingers were on your waist, your eyes shooting open as you now had a 6’8” wrestler tickling you, the air mixing with the sound of your laughter, and X’s playful barking. Your boys, they were about as much as you could handle right now.

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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. :)

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 Draco has a crush on Harry and tells him in French.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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“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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Stealing Spades

Originally posted by exoturnback

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff

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Your friend smiled at you knowlingly as you sighed in frustration, resting your head in your hands. After squeezing your shoulder comfortingly, she turned back to the clearance table piled with purses and handbags to find something that was affordable.

She worked with you and was aware of the whole shoplifting incident but didn’t seem to understand the impact it had on you. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of that guy…Sehun? Your curiosity was getting the best of your focus and your mind wandered wherever you were.

“Come on Y/N we’re not even working right now, like, live a little. Here, isn’t this bag adorable?” she held the bag against you and you scoffed, pushing her hand away. “Yah, it’s cute!”

“It’s too shiny, it stands out a lot. Oh you know what’s cute-” you started, your mind suddenly occupied. You pointed to the picture of the new collection on the wall. It was a small black bag with a floral design on the front, the Kate Spade logo shining just below the clasp. “That one. That I could use with anything.”

“Yes, because you have five hundred dollars just lying around for you to spend,” she smirked, and you laughed, looping your arm through hers as you started to drag her out of the store. “Wait, my clearence handba-”

You tugged on her arm again. “But I’m hungry…wanna buy me ramen?” you proposed sweetly, your lips forming a pout.

She flicked your forehead and you released her as she responded, “You go eat, I’m getting my bag, then you can buy me ramen.” She grinned at you and you stuck your tongue out in response before waving and exiting the Kate Spade outlet. 

Your stomach grumbled as you searched for somewhere to eat when your eyes landed on a noodle shop at the corner. You entered, the savory smell filling your lungs and exciting your pangs of hunger. 

“I’ll have what she’s having,” chimed a voice next to you, making you choke on your food. You turned to the voice, your eyes wide with skepticism.

“What are you doing here?”

Sehun shrugged, spinning around on the booth next to yours like a child. “I’m hungry,” he pouted, then turned to the woman behind the counter. “Could you please add her food to my bill? I’ll pay.”

“No, don’t do that,” you interjected, but Sehun’s hand landed on your mouth before you could say more.

“Sorry my girlfriend is mad at me today, so she’s pretending we’re not together. Please, I’ll pay for it.” You bit his hand and he pulled back, scowling at you. “Yah, you get mad at me when I pay for things and when I don’t pay for things, could you make up your mind?”

You groaned, turning back to your noodles to try and inhale them as fast as you could before getting out of there. As you began shoving noodles in your mouth you heard him chuckle next to you.

“What?” you choked, your mouth full as you glared at him. His laugh grew louder as you swallowed. “I’m not even your girlfriend, don’t sit here. I don’t eat with shoplifters.”

“Don’t you want to know how I did it?”

You bit your lip as you held your chopsticks over your bowl. God, you wanted to know. You really wanted to know. Sucking in a breath, you took the bait as you nodded silently, your curiosity getting the best of you.

He grinned and proposed his deal, “I’ll tell you if you go on a date with me.”

You choked on your noodles again, coughing into your bowl causing nearby customers to glance at you with worried looks. You grabbed the glass of water beside you and sipped slowly, coughing a couple more times before turning to Sehun.


“Why not?”

“Because…” your voice trailed off as you marvelled at the insanity of the man in front of you. His smile grew as he reached out to poke your cheek, cocking his head to the side as he watched you.

“Are you really that uncomfortable?” he asked as he pinched your cheek, making you swat his hand away defensively. He smirked and retracted his slender fingers, brushing your jaw as he continued, “You won’t be. Trust me, I’m very convincing.”

“I don’t date thieves,” you muttered, turning back to your noodles as he finished eating his. You felt his shoulder brush yours as he got off the booth, apparently finished eating. 

You felt his head lean down to your ear where his hair brushed you, and you held your breath as he spoke, “You’re welcome for lunch.”

And then he was gone. 

You sighed, grabbing your phone to text your friend to meet you so you could tell her your wild story. You finished eating and stood to leave, and you were at the door when the woman behind the counter called out to you, beckoning you to return.

“Miss, you forgot your bag!”

You lifted a brow as you walked back, shaking your head. “No, my bag is right here,” you answered, pointing to your purse hung on your shoulder. 

“Your boyfriend said that it was yours,” the woman added pointing to the bag left on one of the booths. “You’re a very lucky girl, those things aren’t less than five hundred dollars.”

It was a small black bag with a floral design on the front, the Kate Spade logo shining just below the clasp. 

Along with it was the reciept.

 “No, it’s not dark magic i promise you it will work. What are you looking for exactly?” Pulling out a small black pull string bag, and pouring the contents into her palm. Out fell a variety of crystals, each different in colors and shapes glistening in the sunlight. She started with the purples ones pointing at them with her free hand. “I have amethyst for spirituality, aquamarine for clarity, rose quartz for love. I can help you with what ever your heart desires.”

Spells of Craft: To Banish and Bind Negativity

This is one of my family spells. I’ve no clue how old it is, but it has been passed down. It is very specific and must be followed as is stated. It was originally written in Latin, but I have supplied the translation for you and the step by step guide. The spell should begin two days before the full moon and should end  when the moon is waning.I do not recommend this spell for a beginner. If you need this to be done and you are knew to all of this then I do recommend that you find someone who is well educated in the practice.

To Banish and Bind Negativity

By the fire of sun,
I scorch this evil to its final death.
By the heartbreaking coldness of the moon,
I freeze out this negativity to its dying core.
By the wonder of the stars,
I cast this entity far across this world and to no end.
With this water I wash away my own darkness.
With this fire I cleanse my being until I am restored to eternal purity.
With this Earth I ground myself to find true balance.
With this Air I breathe new life into my soul and I am reborn.
By the power of light I am renewed.
By the power of darkness I am more the wise.

Ab igne solis,
Ego illi aestu adficere malum hoc ultimum mortem.
Per heartbreaking frigus lunae,
Ego de hoc negativity duratus ad mortem core.
Per signum stellarum
Huius saeculi et projeci tantaque rei finis.
Sic tenebrae meae aqua diluere.
Per istum ignem esse meae usque aeterna puritate restituit.
Hoc mihi delebo tellus ut statera.
Hac ego mente mea Air spiro vitam renascitur.
Ego lux in virtute restituit.
Per sum sapiens potestas tenebrarum.

What you will need:
1 Sun Stone
1 Moon Stone
1 Star stone (Your birthstone)
Dried Whole Leaf Basil
White Sage
White Oak Bark (You may need to grind it)
Mortar and Pestle
Anointing Oil
Two bowls
Real spring water from an actual natural body of water
A white piece of string that is at least one foot long.
A Cauldron or something that is safe to burn things in
A Small Black Bag
9 Candles
• 1 Black Candles – Carve a Shield on each candle (for spiritual protection and grounding)
• 4 White Candles – Carve an elemental symbol in each candle (one symbol per candle)
• 1 Gold Candle – Carve the Sun in this candle
• 1 Silver Candle – Carve the Moon in this candle
• 1 Red Candle – Carve an Archer or a Bow and Arrow in this candle (for the will of your strength)

• 1 Blue Candle – Carve two parallel lines in this candle (for truth and clarity)
(All candles may be substituted with white candles, but it is highly recommended that you not substitute them.)

• You will need to anoint each and every candle. Remember to focus on your intent whilst anointing each candle.
You will need to cleanse your stones before you begin.
Then you must charge each stone before using.
Leave the suns tone out in the sun. Put it outside at sunrise and retrieve it prior to sunset. Put the stone in the black bag until the next sunrise. You will do this for three days.
You will also leave your moonstone in the moonlight for three nights as well. Start two days before the next full moon. Remember to put your moonstone outside once night has fallen and in full exposure to the moons light. Retrieve it before the sun ever rises. The sunlight must not shine on your moonstone.
You can place this inside your black bag with the suns tone after you bring the stone in each time.
Take your birthstone and charge it with your own energy. You will need to have absolute focus. Grab your stone in both of your hands and transfer your energy into the stone. You will need to do this for three nights as well. After each session of charging your birthstone, you may put it back inside of your black bag.
You will also take each candle and anoint them with oil and your fill them with your intent for three nights leading up to the full moon.
Now that your stones have been charged and the moon is waning, you are ready to begin the ritual.

Step one: Go outside at evenfall. Draw a circle with sea salt around your working space (however big you need it to be).
Acknowledge that this is sacred space and that you are safe inside this space.
Relax and focus, you may want to meditate for a moment.
Step two: Set up your altar. You should place your gold and silver candle in the back next to each other and at safe distance of each other.
Then place your four white candles next to each other and all in a row in front of the gold and silver candles.
Then take your red and blue candle and place in a row in front of your white candles.
It should be:
Two candles: Gold and Silver
Four candles: All white.
Two candles: Red and Blue.

Step Three:
I will break it down for you so that you may better understand.
By the fire of sun, (Take your sun stone out of the bag and place it on your altar in front of the candles. Take your string and tie one knot it focusing on the intent)
I scorch this evil to its final death. (Light the gold candle)
By the heartbreaking coldness of the moon, (Take your moonstone out of the bag and place it on your altar in front of the candles and next to sun stone. Now tie another knot into the string.)
I freeze out this negativity to its dying core. (Light your silver candle)
By the wonder of the stars, (Take your birthstone out of the bag and place it on the altar. Tie a third knot into the string.)
I cast this entity far across this world and to no end. (Now take your Sage and burn it inside of your cauldron, wafting the smoke up higher and higher)
With this water I wash away my own darkness. (Pour fresh spring water into one of your bowls. Dip your fingers into the bowl and splash some water onto your head and face. Now light your water candle. Tie the fourth knot into the string.)
With this fire I cleanse my being until I am restored to eternal purity. (Focus on the flames that are burning before you and fill them with your energy. Add the basil to your cauldron to burn with the sage. Now light your fire candle. Tie your fifth knot into the string)
With this Earth I ground myself to find true balance. (Pour your white oak into the other bowl. Take some of the oak and sprinkle it on your head and your feet. Sprinkle some in your cauldron. Light your earth candle. Tie your sixth knot into the string.)
With this Air I breathe new life into my soul and I am reborn. (Focus and breathe. Focus on the smell of the herbs that are burning and imagine that they are breathing new life into you. Allow the smoke to surround you. Light your air candle. Tie your seventh knot into the string.)
By the power of light I am renewed. (Tie your eighth knot into the string.)
By the power of darkness I am more the wise. (Tie your ninth knot into the string and set aside.)

(Take any leftover white oak and sprinkle it over the candles, be careful not to put out the flames. Allow for the candles to burn down and remember to rest and focus on your intent in-between the lighting of each candle.)
Once the candles have burned down, thank the elements, the sun, the moon, and the stars.
You will then extinguish the candles – focus on the intent of each candle as you do this.
Take the stones and place them back into your bag – keep this bag in a safe place out of reach to anyone else.
Take your candles and wrap the knotted string around them and bury them in the ground in a dense forest.

I then recommend taking sage and burning it inside your home. When you do this you will need to open either your front door or a window. Close all other entrances/exits in your home. You will then go around to each room inciting a prayer and making sure to get smoke in each corner of the room (including closets). You will start at the room furthest away from your only open exit and you will work your way to the open door or window. Remember that before you leave each room say aloud that there is no darkness or negativity allowed inside of this room, it must leave at once and is never allowed to return, then go on to the next room and continue to do the same.

Kind regards,



Title: Burns

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: None

Theme Song: A Twist in My Story by Secondhand Serenade

Request: dianamartinez44465 asked: I have a request and can you make it about the reader and Sam meeting each other at a hospital after the reader got hurt in a hunt. But then sam for some reason wanted to see if she was alright then they fall in love? Love your writing YOUR AWESOME

A/N: This one was fun to write, I had so many ideas that it was hard to pick! I hope you like it, sweetie!


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You blinked your eyes open to the sound of a steadily beeping monitor and sunshine seeping through the plain white blinds on the windows.

“Wh-what?” you murmured. A tall man with long brown hair turned around from where he was watching out the window.

“You’re awake,” he said, coming over to you. A quick glance around the room told you that you were in a hospital. You tried to sit up and push yourself against the risen part of the bed, so you could defend yourself from this stranger if need be. You wished you had your knife, or at least a flask of holy water or salt. An electric bolt of shooting pain strung itself through you, causing you to cry out a small bit. The man rushed towards you. Concern was etched into his beautiful face. Warily taking your eyes off him, you looked down to see your arm wrapped in thick white gauze. You winced.

“Got yourself some pretty bad burns, there,” the man said, gesturing to your arm. He stepped closer, and your gaze immediately snapped to him. Your expression must have betrayed the thoughts running through your head, because his face softened. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m Sam Winchester.” From where he stood, he held out his hand for you to shake. You raised an eyebrow at this.

“I can’t shake your hand if you’re all the way over there,” you told him, your voice hoarse from lack of use. Sam’s face flushed.

“Right, right,” he said. He took the last few steps to your bedside. You reached up with your good hand and shook his.

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