something that turned out alright for once

7 Minutes || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by juptern

word count : 1,225

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : make-outs, cursing, hating each other.

summary : You are friend with Betty and Veronica and they invited you to this party so of course you say yes. you didn’t know you’d end up playing seven minutes in heaven and be stuck in there with someone you hate; Jughead Jones.


     Betty and you had been best friends since you were babies. You were lucky enough to occupy the house right next to hers so you spent countless hours with each other growing up. When Veronica came to Riverdale, the two of you welcomed her with open arms. Of course when Veronica and Betty were fighting you took a neutral stance, or as neutral as you possibly could. You were happy to know when they made up, at least for the most part. Veronica was even throwing some party to finalize it; which is a bit weird but you were just going with it; who could say no to a good party?

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Drunk (Blurb)

can you write a blurb where Y/N gets drunk for the first time and Harry is there and she’s being all cute and cuddly and harry can’t help but fall in love with her more at how cute and adorable she is            

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You had told Harry very early on in your relationship that you weren’t much of a drinker. You had the odd glass of wine with dinner or shot of vodka when you were out with friends, but you never drank to the point of being drunk. You had, in fact, only been drunk once in your life and it was when you had turned 21.

When you and Harry went to a Christmas party about a year into your relationship, that was the first time that Harry ever saw you drunk. You hadn’t meant to have as many drinks as you did, but they just kept being offered and you were having the time of your life, so you didn’t even really notice.

“Harryyyyyy!” you cried, stumbling over to where he was leaning against the bar.

He put out his hands to steady you before you went crashing into something and smirked.

“Alright there, love?”

“I’m…peachy!” you giggled. Suddenly, your face went serious and you looked around the room, nervously.

“What’s wrong?”

“Harry…the room is spinning. We should hold on to something.”

Harry chuckled and brought your hand to his lips.

“S’okay baby, I’ve got you. The room will stop spinning once I get you home to bed.”

You turned to him and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Home to bed, eh? You in a hurry to get me naked, Styles?”

“Any other night, yes,” Harry nodded, “But not tonight, love. You’re drunk off your ass.”

You pouted, wiggling in closer to him and wrapping your arms around his torso, both as a hug and a way to steady yourself.

“Put that lip away!” Harry laughed, flicking your bottom lip gently with his thumb, “I’m more than happy to cuddle you to sleep, if you want. But no sex; not tonight.”

You continued to frown a bit at him and Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around your back so you were completely engulfed in him and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Not takin’ advantage of you tonight, my love. Even if you say you want me to. I think you’ll like it better if I just snuggle you anyway, judging by how cuddly you are right now.”

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Tainted Love (part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: probably swearing

A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).


Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?

Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?

So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.

It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.

And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.

Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?

Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.

It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.

The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.

God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.

You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.

You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.

Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.

“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.

“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.

Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”

Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.

He smirks at you. “Hey.”

You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”

“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.

“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.

“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.

“What?”

“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”

The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.

“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”

Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”

You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.

“Healthy shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.

“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.

You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.

“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.

“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”

Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”


The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.

The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.

Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.

“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.

Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”

Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

“Your face is bullshit.”

“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.

Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.

“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.

It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.

“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.


A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!

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Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Request: Hey! Congrats on your writing anniversary! I was wondering if you could write a Dean x reader, where reader ran off not knowing she was pregnant, and Sam brings her back with their 2 year old. Dean should be mad, but really he’s just glad she’s back. Smut please? 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: minor language, smut


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nervous :: zach dempsey

word count:1274

request: ‘Hey! Could you pretty please write an imagine for Zach Dempsey where he’s hopelessly in love with the reader and it’s just super fluffy because he’ll do and say dorky things to see her smile, his friends will tease him when she walks by, she’ll catch him staring at her in lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool but fails and it’s just super adorable, then she kisses him for whatever reason (u pick) You’d write this amazingly! Please and thank you so much’

warnings: none really, just a bit of a nervous!zachary

a/n: let me know what you think of this and if u want a request (idk how long it’ll take me to write bc i just write when i get inspiration sorry lolol) then hit up my asks ! thanks to the anon who requested this i loved the concept, sorry it took me a bazillion years to write but it’s here now !! 


“You just make me kinda nervous.” His eyes shifted away from yours and briefly to the floor, hoping it would swallow him whole.

Your lips stretched into a smile, his confession had made his nervousness pretty obvious. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes yet but you loved this look.

Zach never got nervous about anything other than his Bio exams so this was new ground you were covering.

You grew conscious of your smile and tried to repress it so he wouldn’t think you found this funny. It was the opposite really, you were happy he’d come out and said it because you’d been on to him for months. This was a step in the right direction.

“And?” You finally responded to his confession. The abruptness of your tone caused him to avert his eyes to you again, full of curiosity and slight fear.

“And?” He caught on to your teasing once he saw you crack a smile and released his own smile onto his lips. He grinned, glancing down at his feet as he repositioned his backpack straps to relieve himself of some of its weight.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes back to yours again. He was back and forth between you and the floor and he wished he could stop but it was impulsive. You did really make him nervous.

Once he’d briefly composed himself he spoke up again much to your surprise. “I really like you. Come to Jess’ party tonight. With me.”

Your head titled slightly, mulling over the thought of attending a party you didn’t plan on going to purely because it was exam season. But this was Zach, your best friend, and he was asking you out.

“Hm. Okay.” You grinned whilst he spoke about the more informative details of your date. You just nodded along with what he was saying, only half listening as you were still dazing about how he’d actually come out and said these things to you.

But eventually the two of you parted ways, agreeing on a time and place later tonight to attend Jessica’s party together.

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You’d arrived at the party a little later than anticipated because of you struggled to pick an outfit. Half because you don’t attend these kind of party’s often, half because this was your first date with Zach. Either way, it took you a while but he was patient and you got here eventually.

Zach’s hand was sitting on your waist as he sipped out of a cup (soft drinks of course as he was driving) and you sipped on a warm beer. His eyes were scanning the room but eventually they locked back on you, already looking at him.

You felt a bit awkward because, as mentioned, you didn’t attend these parties often and for good reason - they were full of drunken teenagers playing stupid games and creating drama out of nothing. But you had pleasant conversations with Zach, ones you hadn’t had before as friends. And it was comfortable and it was kind and you were enjoying yourself with him.

For example, you had caught him earlier on in the day watching you at lunch so naturally you confronted him about it just now. He stuttered a little but laughed inevitably, explaining how he hadn’t meant to come across so creepily. He thought you looked pretty or something like that, which made you smile wider than before.

“Zach! Buddy!” Your eyes shifted to the semi-drunken Justin that was rocketing over to the two of you, spilling his beer in the process. He wore a smile that only appeared when he was drinking or with Jess. “I didn’t know you were tapping that?”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly at his use of language. “He’s not.”

Zach mouth hung open slightly, unsure what to do because he’d never had you and his friends hang out together before. It was two completely different parts of his life.

He furrowed his eyebrows softly, turning back to Justin to give him a big ol’ disapproving glare. “Uh, we’re dating. I guess?”

He glanced back at you, who stood clipping your cup between your teeth to hide your smile, for assurance. You shrugged wth your smile, teasing again. “Sure baby.”

Justin raised his eyebrows, surprised his best friend was committing to something for once. He laughed, slapping Zach’s shoulder. “Alright, buddy. Make sure you hit that, I know a few who’ll take your place if you don’t.”

He left on kind of a sour note that made you purse your lips, wondering how Zach could be friends with someone who spoke so disgustingly.

“I’m sorry? He’s drunk, he’s not as bad as he sounds.” He quickly apologised. Worry struck his expression, thinking his friends could expose a side of him that was completely made up for his reputation purely. He was a nice guy, but most of his friends were jerks and he couldn’t be a nice guy around them all the time or they’d tease him.

He made them out to be worse than they were, some of them were good guys too, like Alex for example. Either way you weren’t pleased but you let it go for now.

You shrugged it off, sipping again at the beer sitting in your cup. Zach scratched the back of his neck, trying to find a way to move past this without it being too obvious that he was uncomfortable.

“So dating?” He quickly regretted his choice of topic but it was still on his mind since you’d used the pet name for him.

He watched your smile reappear slowly, reverting your attention to him before releasing an embarrassed spout of laughter.

“Sure baby.” He felt his hands grow clammy the more often you used this newfound pet name, wiping away his nerves on his jeans as nonchalantly as he could manage.

His cheeks were tinting pink, causing you to laugh because he was acting so uncharacteristically unsure of himself, which was bizarre because you guys had been friends for ages.

“Stop being so shy, weirdo.” You nudged your shoulder against him to loosen the mood a little. He was grinning again, glancing down at you in way that made you think he might kiss you. But he didn’t, he shifted his eyes back to the floor leaving you hanging. “Zach.” You muttered to him.

He mumbled a short yeah? and reverted his attention to you again. Your faces were closer than it was comfortable to stay still in.

“I’m going to kiss you because I want to. And because you’re too much of a dumbass to do it yourself.” You smiled when his eyes filled with delight and fear, flickering to yours lips before nodding eagerly. “Okay.”

You quickly ran your fingers into his hair, pulling him down slightly to reach your height and kissing him. He gasped, even from the preparation of your speech he was still unprepared for this. His hands reached your waist, grasping tightly and with his guidance he backed you against the wall.

He kissed back with more force than you were expecting, surprising you as he pushed himself closer to you. You let him take control, more because you were too distracted by this kiss than to know what to do with the rest of your body. So he gripped one hand on your waist and the other lay against your cheek to keep you in place.

You retracted for a split second to catch a breath. “Zach- Zach,” Your eyes barely opened, your breathing uneven as he looked at you with caution and swollen lips. You smiled. “I really like you too.” He delved back into the kiss that he’d been waiting for for ages with a bigger smile than he’d been wearing earlier. This was his every fantasy come to life and he was going to make the most of it.

I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!

Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?

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Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.

I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.

“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.

“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.

“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.

“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.

“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.

I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.

I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.

The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.

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The next day

Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.

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back that azz up

Title: Back That Azz Up
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Lots of daddy kink, dirty talk, public-ish setting, wedding stuff.
A/N: I wanted this to be a drabble, but then it started to turn into a full fic, so I guess it’s kind of in the middle, like 3.6k words. But I’m gonna try to work on some Josh stuff next, because I’ve been neglecting him, whoops.

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Clueless

Summary: Ok so can you do a tw where reader has dealt with small kids before and then when the pack has no idea how to deal with the little kid they found but needed to keep and protect, they call upon the reader? Idk if it makes sense or not. And maybe make it derek x reader and its momma hale?

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 839

Request: Anon

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project partner - a Daniel Howell™ smut

lol here’s a shit smut hope you nut. Literally didn’t even read over one word, get ready for tYpO gAlOrE

teenage!dan because Why The Fuck Not

Working with Daniel Howell on your science project was exhausting.

Sure, he was a nice guy. And sure, he was beyond good looking. But he didn’t know shit about science and relied on you to do all the work. At this point, you were considering asking for a new partner. He was just that useless.

It was another day spent on the floor of his room, textbooks and stationery spread around you. Dan was lying on the floor beside you, throwing and catching one of your pens while you slaved away at perfecting the work.

“This is so boring” Dan sighed after almost ten minutes of silence.

You rolled your eyes, replying “Maybe it wouldn’t be as boring if you stopped being useless and maybe helped?” you replied, trying to hide the aggravation in your voice.

He rolled onto his side to face you, head in his hand. “Show me what to do and I’ll helped” he said, surprising you at his sincerity.

“Uh, okay. All you have to do is copy out this,” you explained, pointing to a passage on one of the textbooks, “and draw out the diagram that goes with it”

“Alright then” he said, picking out a piece of paper and pen. You watched as he actually did work, shrugging your shoulders and continuing your own part.

It had been thirty minutes of joint hard work before Dan spoke again. “We need a break” he announced, dropping the pen in his hand.

You did the same, agreeing with him for once. “How about we go get something to eat? I’m starving” you suggested, turning to face him.

“Or,” he began, moving closer to you. “We could do something else..”

His fingers trailed from your bare ankle to your inner thigh, getting higher and higher up your skirt . You shuddered slightly, but placed a hand over his, stopping him. “Dan, we can’t” you breathed out, thought you desperately wanted his hands to continue their journey.

“Why not? My family’s not at home, and I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me” he answers, a cocky smirk on his face. Your breath hitched at his words, his hands slowly slipping out of your grasp, holding your chin. “I want you too. You don’t know how fucking hard it’s been to watch the girl of my dreams right next to me every day and not bend you over a table and fuck you so hard you can’t walk”

You almost moaned at this, but before you could his lips met yours with a gentle kiss. His hands trailed from your chin to your chest, down to your stomach and then back up to tangle in your hair. His tongue slipped into your mouth easily, making the kiss even deeper.

He pulled you on his lap, and you could feel his hard on pressing against your panties, making you moan. Dan pulled away, panting. “Fuck baby, that sound” he groaned before attacking your neck with bites, making you moan yet again. You started to rock your hips against his crotch. He tilted his head back and moaned at the feel before grabbing your hips and pushing you on him harder.

“Fuck, y/n I’m so hard for you” he whispered before sitting you on his thigh. He lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the flor amongst the now abandoned project. “Grind” he commanded, looking you in the eye. You obeyed, rolling yourself on his thigh. You couldn’t hold back the moans, it felt so good. “You’re such a slut for daddy, getting if on my thigh like that. You think you could cum like this? Cum all over my thigh?” He whispered in your ear.

You simply moaned louder in reply, hands fiddling with the button of his jeans while continuing to grind on him. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, before stroking it faintly with your hand. “Holy shit, just like that” Dan breathed out. He used his hands to unclasp your bra. He slipped it off your shoulders and began massaging them with his hands.

You were a mess now, desperately grinding onto Dan’s thigh while working on him with one hand, your hands moving up and down him rapidly.

“Fuck, I’m close” you warned.

“Cum on my thigh, y/n” he commanded. He bit your neck one more time and as if on cue, you felt your whole body heat up as you threw your head back, coming hard.

“You’re so fucking hot babygirl” Dan stuttered out. Your hands were still moving up and down his cock, covered in pre cum. You climbed off him, lowering your head to his tip before taking his head in your mouth, hallowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

“FUCK” he yelled, grabbing your hair and forcing himself into your mouth. He hit the back of your those which made you gag a little, which seemed to only encourage him. Soon enough you could taste his cum on your tongue as he shit his load down your throat, moaning your name the whole time.

You moved away from his crotch and looked up at him, trying to catch your breath. “Wow” was all you could say, your chest heaving.

He pushed you down onto the floor, and hitched your skirt up. “Dan? What are you doing” you asked, looking down at him.

“Hey, you got to taste me, it’s only fair if you cum in my mouth”

anonymous asked:

the reveal is just chat being like "ladybug whats ur name" and she just goes "marinette"

lmao omg, all of the reveals that are so dramatic and heart-wrenching and this happening is literally so funny

It’s Only A Name - on ao3

“Ladybug?” Chat Noir asked, his voice merely a whisper as his heart pounded in his chest. A simple question resided within his mind—a question that he had been dying to ask for months—yet had never found the courage to let free up until that moment. “Have you ever wondered what my name is?”

Ladybug offered a shrug, blue eyes surveying the sparkling city below their feet. A breeze blew past the pair in their spot above the world, tousling her hair and sending black strands to kiss the skin of her cheeks. “I guess. There are lots of things I wonder about you.”

“Oh?” Chat raised an eyebrow, head cocked to the side in interest. “Like what, my Lady?”

Ladybug chuckled, resting her back against one of the beams of the Eiffel Tower as she sat criss-crossed, gazing at him with a hand pressed to her chin in thought. “Most of the time, I’m genuinely curious where you get all the puns from. Do you think them up on the spot? Scour the internet for them and write them down just in case? Or do they come with the transformation?”

Chat burst into laughter, surprised at her odd (yet understandable) questions. Of all the things she wanted to know about him, the source of his puns was the first thing on her list?

“I’ll have you know, Buginette,” he began, walking along the iron beam until he settled next to his partner, “that all of those puns are purely original. I’m very good at coming up with them.”

“Are you?” Ladybug snorted. “Are you sure you don’t look them up on some pun archive or something?”

Paw-sitive.

A smirk split Chat Noir’s face as his partner groaned and buried her head within her palms. It wasn’t a lie; he did come up with them himself.

“You’re unbearable sometimes, kitty,” Ladybug sighed, shaking her head from side to side. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Another good question,” Chat said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and grinning mischievously. “The answer is because you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah. If you say so.” As expected, Ladybug responded to his touch by giving him a light shove. Chat backed away respectfully, smiling all the while he gave her the space she desired. 

They shared a laugh, giggling like two kids enjoying the company of their best friend.

Chat felt warmth spread across his chest at the thought.

Best friend.

“…You know,” Ladybug said after a moment, having turned her attention to the sound of traffic below. It was a quiet night, as evenings usually were, and patrol had been relatively peaceful. “I do sometimes wonder about you, though. I know we’re not supposed to tell each other who we are, for our safety and such, but…I can’t help but be curious sometimes—about who you are and what you do.”

Chat nodded in understanding. Plagg had told him countless times that the secret of their identities was only to keep them out of harm’s way, but the nagging wonder of who his elusive Lady happened to be settled in the back of his mind and frequently succeeded in giving him nights with little to no sleep. She was out there, somewhere, he knew…but deep inside of him, no matter how much he hoped, Chat was sure he would most likely never be privy to such secrets. 

It was a tad annoying at times. Part of him was sure Ladybug felt the same.

They were friends, after all. Close friends. Why couldn’t they hang out when not in costume? What was so wrong with that?

But, if Plagg and Ladybug’s kwami (Tikki, was it?) wanted them to keep their identities secret, they would. The little gods knew more about the miraculous than they did, after all, and it wouldn’t do he or Ladybug any good to disobey them.

Chat sighed, settling his gaze on a group of people walking below as their laughter caught his attention. They were loud, smiling, seemingly having a great time with each other.

He and Ladybug could be like that, if their kwamis allowed it. They could do stuff as friends rather than strictly as superheroes.

That would be something, wouldn’t it? To be friends with Ladybug out of the costume, to spend time with her and maybe get lunch at a café or something, or even to just hang out and take leisurely walks along the streets. That was what friends did, wasn’t it?

“Yeah,” Chat hummed, “I think about that a lot.”

Ladybug turned to look at him, blue eyes meeting green. Her fingers tapped along her thigh as she looked down, glancing around the twinkling yellow lights before her gaze settled on his face once more. She appeared to be pensive, perhaps slightly nervous, if her sudden change in behavior said anything. Her lips parted to speak before they closed and opened again, and Chat was about to ask if she was feeling alright before her voice rose up over the song of the city. 

“To answer your question from before,” she began, a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “Yes. Sometimes I do wonder what your name is.”

Chat grinned in response. “And I often wonder about yours.”

“Names are just names,” Ladybug continued with a shrug, “I’m sure plenty of people in Paris share our names…it is a big city…”

“…with a population of over two million people,” Chat added.

“There’s no way we could figure our identities out just because of a name…”

“…it’s not like my name isn’t common…”

“I’m sure…”

“…it wouldn’t be a big deal…”

“…if I told you my name,” They finished in unison, eyes meeting as their bodies froze. A breeze caressed their suits, colder than it had been a few moments ago, and Chat felt his heart stop in his chest.

Was this it?

Was he finally going to learn his Lady’s name?

She probably has a really pretty name, he thought, resting the dopey smile that wanted to spread across his face. Because she’s really pretty and everything about her is really pretty and- and I love her a lot.

“Ladybug?” Chat asked, swallowing. “What is your name?”

A soft giggle rose from Ladybug’s perfectly kissable lips before she glanced away, seemingly shy all of a sudden. She had never acted like that in front of him before.

It was endearing.

“My name,” Ladybug said, voice slightly higher-pitched, “my name is Marinette.”

“Marinette,” Chat repeated in a whisper, absolutely in love with the way it sounded-

Her name-

Marinette.

Marinette?

Marinette!?

“Your name-” Shaking his head, Chat’s eyes widened as realization struck him like a freight train, his breath nearly knocked straight out of body. It was a miracle he didn’t topple backwards off of the Eiffel Tower. “Your name is- it’s- Mar- Mar- Mariiii…”

Ladybug frowned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and- was that worry? Embarrassment? Regret?

“Chat?” She asked, voice soft. “Is…is everything okay?”

“Fine!” Chat responded in a strangled tone. “Everything’s fine! Your name is Marinette! That’s cool! It’s not like- like one of my b-best friends is named Marinette or anything-!”

But maybe Marinette is a popular name, his mind screamed at him.

Are you crazy? He shouted back, I’ve never met another girl named Marinette in my entire life and I’ve lived in Paris since I was born!

The pigtails, the blue eyes, the freckles and holy heck, the laugh! Her laugh! That was Marinette’s laugh!

He’d never forget the sound of that!

“Aahhhhh,” Chat cupped a palm over his mouth. “Ohhhh. Oh, no. We messed up, Bug.”

Ladybug’s frown grew, but not from sadness. She only became more perplexed. “What are you talking about?”

Chat swallowed, holding out a shaky hand for his friend, his partner, his crush—his crush. His crush who had the same spitfire as Ladybug and his crush who had been sitting behind him the entire time and- and-…

And his crush he’d fallen for on day one who also happened to be the girl he’d began to develop feelings for over the past month.

If she was Ladybug…if Ladybug-Marinette was Marinette-Marinette…

Then he would be the happiest person on Earth.

“Hi Marinette,” Chat laughed, grabbing her hand and giving it a shake. “I’m Adrien.”

And by the way Ladybug’s—Marinette’s—eyes widened at that detail, Chat knew they were both going to need to have a little talk with their kwamis later.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a niall blurb about being mad at eachother and he keeps trying to fix it every time he does whatever it is wrong by buying chocolate an flowers and your tired of him doing that to make up for his wrong doing?

Niall had been known to disappear when he was recording.  When the two of you started dating, he took off after your third date because the group was in the middle of recording FOUR.  You didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks.  You moved on, even said yes to a date with another guy.  So when Niall called up the night before your date like nothing was wrong, it took him three hours to get you to understand.  

What made you finally crack and give him another chance?  Any man who would spend three hours on the phone trying to convince you he wasn’t playing with your head was probably someone worth taking another look at.

When the group went off to record Made in the A.M. it wasn’t such a shock.  In fact, you weathered the almost three week absence rather well.  You had classes and exams to take your focus anyway.

Besides, when Niall finally returned…he was good at making it up to you.  Very good.

It had been a week since he’d kissed your forehead, told you he would call you later and walked out of your house.  He hadn’t called or texted since.  It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth.  He didn’t even come home for a change of clothes.  

And it wouldn’t have bothered you, if he hadn’t left you sitting next to an empty chair across from your parents at an expensive Italian restaurant.  Your mother did what she always did, she tried to ignore the elephant in the room while your father boisterously exclaimed that he loved Italian food and this was some of the best he’d ever had.

Humiliated didn’t even begin to explain how you felt.  Alone, empty, betrayed and generally pissed off came close.  

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savethelastklance  asked:

um im not sure if we need a prompt number to ask for a fic maybe but ive been dying to read a shklance fanfic of someone saying to lance he doesnt deserve to be on the team and the team defending him and giving him reasons why he does and shiro and keith just shower him in love,gahhhh im rambling im sorry lol

THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM SO SORRY! 

*Clears throat* So yeah, hello!!! Without further a due, here you go! I hope that you like it and I did good! First time writing Shklance, it was a trip. Still gotta practice tho, to try and balance the characters.

Content: SHKLANCE and Mean Emperors. 

A N Y W A Y S, here ya go! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


Non number but who cares. “shklance fanfic of someone saying to lance he doesn’t deserve to be on the team and the team defending him and giving him reasons why he does and shiro and keith just shower him in love” // Shklance.

“Your presence won’t be needed, Blue Paladin.”

Lance’s freezes at the words and raises his head slowly towards the voice, not even noticing how the entire team stop on their tracks with him.

The Emperor of the planet they just saved stares down at Lance with their unblinking bored feline eyes, vague disgust on the back of their pupil.

“Excuse me?” Lance hears a second voice behind him, cold and sharp and Lance suppresses the shiver that runs down his back when he recognizes it as one of his boyfriend’s.

The Emperor shrugs their shoulders nonchalantly, turning slightly to meet Shiro’s gaze from behind Lance. “This is an important meeting. The entire council will be there and each of your team is required to come with an agreement treaty because all of you have something to offer.” Their green feline eyes fall on Lance once again, expression bored and indifferent, “Except for the Blue Paladin, his…presence is not required.”

Lance’s smile wavers and he takes a shuddering breath in before he lets it out slowly, taking a step back.

“Ah, that’s alright, Your Highness.” Lance says, clearing the back of his throat subtly, “I will just – go back to the castle and stand guard, no problem.”

“Lance.” Keith says, scowling deeply at the brunet but Lance shrugs off his concerns.

“It’s okay. It’s fine.” He reassurance his boyfriend gently, spearing him a quick weak smile over his shoulder before turning to the Emperor.

“You Highness.” Lance says respectfully, doing a small bow at the royal before he stands up and turns around, heading towards the castle, ignoring Hunk’s soft calling of his name and Pidge’s hand on his wrist.

It’s until Lance’s out of their sight when Keith turns around and snarls into the Emperor’s face.

“You have no right –!” He snaps but he’s cut off short when Shiro’s places his Galra hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.

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scorpio compatibility
  • (this is done by most to least compatible!!)
  • scorpio and taurus: (complimentary signs!) they would each fall in love with each other's passion and they'd each get what they desire in a relationship. taurus gets a home of safety and comfort with someone who would be happy staying in or pulling them out if their comfort zone. taurus would be totally okay with scorpio's jealousy and theyd do anything to keep them from being jealous. scorpio would learn patience and taurus would learn to live in the moment!!
  • scorpio and capricorn: capricorn accepts scorpio's jealousy and devotes a lot of time and effort into making scorpio happy! scorpio has a shoulder to cry on and a person who will give them advice and teach them to think more realistically, while capricorn has someone to teach amd show off to which makes them really happy.
  • scorpio and pisces: they would each get the love and attention and affection that they both crave. pisces basically lives to love people and scorpio love that about them! neither would either feel lonely and scorpio would have no reason to ever feel jealous!!
  • scorpio and cancer: scorpio may have to pull cancer out of their comfort zones at times bc of fear. scorpio will tease cancer but in a loving way and cancer will give scorpio all the love they need and no reason to ever feel jealous. cancer may not be as passionate as scorpio at times and they both may be too moody. cancer will also have to teach scorpio to open up :)
  • scorpio and aries: scorpio's jealousy would either flatter or annoy aries and aries would get angry v easily in the relationship and that would make scorpio moody and it would just be one cycle. aries wouldnt like how secretive they are and how judgmental scorpio can be, especially if its them they're judging, but theyd think its hilarious when scorpio makes fun of people. their passion could probably light a room on fire and theyd most likely get arrested at least once in their relationship!!
  • scorpio and aquarius: (make or break signs!) this relationship coule either go ridiculously well or extremely awful!! (it mostly depends on the couple's moon signs or other signs in their charts!) if it went well, scorpio would be madly in love with aquarius' love of knowledge and life snd aquarius would be so attracted to scorpio's passion. aquarius would be accepting of scorpio's jealousy and all their little quirks and scorpio would learn that detachment doesnt mean no devotion!! theyd have all sorts of questionable adventures! if it went badly, aquarius would be really annoyed with how scorpio needs constant attention and scorpio would think aquarius' ego is far too big. they definitely could no be friends after a relationship and scorpio would probably seek revenge on aquarius.
  • scorpio and libra: libra would find scorpio's passion and jealousy intimidating but lowkey attractive although they can be scared of it at times. libra would be frustrated by scorpio's secretiveness and libra would make scorpio really jealous without knowing. scorpio finds libra's charm and class beautiful but boring at times.
  • scorpio and leo: they would be a very head turning couple and leo would really admire scorpio's jealousy which would most likely inflate their ego and cause them to play games with scorpio and make them even more jealous. scorpio would occasionally find leo very fake, but leo would really boost scorpio's confidence and easily cheer them up when theyre down.
  • scopio and scorpio: these two might actually have too much in common. they would cause each other to be really really jealous and their jealousy would just annoy each other. also there would be almost no communication bc they woupd bith hide their feelings from ech other. they would be madly attracted to each other for seemingly no reason at all and love each other's humor. most of their fun would be had by secretly judging everyone around them. they'd also easily cheer wach other up when they're sad within seconds!
  • scorpio and virgo: since virgo is very detail oriented and dedicated that would really please scorpio but scorpio would often feel that virgo is so much more dedicated to everything but them and scorpio would also hate how virgo turns their thoughts down for being too illogical. virgo wouldnt like how scorpio always needs attention and protecting and theyd be very annoyed by how unrealistic scorpio thinks. neither of them would share their feelings with each other and they would often be really bored by each other. during the relationship, virgo would learn that sometimes you need to take a break from things that are important to you to care for the ones you love and scorpio would learn that you shouldn't always need someone to look after you, somethings you have to do on your own. they probably wouldnt talk after a relationship.
  • scorpio and gemini: gemini's constant desire to be in action and to remain would tire scorpio out and cause them to become moody and scorpio's constant need of attention and affection would annoy gemini. scorpio would also think gemini is fake, but they would enjoy judging people together. gemini secretly seeks love the most in their life so once they accept scorpio it would turn out alright! gemini would also live to learn how scorpio feels and thinks so deeply!!
  • scorpio and sagittarius: scorpio would be hurt very easily by sagittarius' honesty and sagittarius would be annoyed a lot by scorpio's jealousy. sagittarius would learn to be more sensitive and that their actions will have consequences and scorpio will learn that people wont always censor themselves for you. the would also understand each others humor.
A Voice Message || Joshua || Oneshot

Originally posted by jonqins

Word Count: 1274

Genre: angst, oneshot

Summary: His voicemail might have swayed you a bit, piquing at your curiosity but the truth still remained the same. You didn’t love him.


It was a good day. The sun was shining; a light breeze blew through every once in a while keep to things cool and not too hot. Summer meant no more school for a while but it also meant jobs and internships. They were both going well. Surprisingly. You had expected the worse—long days, unreasonable bosses, annoying coworkers. You had none of that. Everyone was polite, understanding, and generally fun to be around (not that you would hang out with them outside of work). You looked forward to going into work and you learned a lot in your internship. More than a good day, it was overall a great start to your summer.

That is, until you received the voice message.

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Selfless

Prompt: Newt x Reader Sex 

Warnings: SMUT, SEX, NSFW, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK    

  “Do you recall,” Newt began as you walked hand in hand into the kitchen where he had, not even 10 minutes before, chopped up huge slabs of meats and other various foods, and thrown them in the buckets, now empty, you both held in your other hand. “The very first time you met my Niffler?”

   “Of course!” You shrieked,“That little heathen stole my grandmothers favorite broach from my hat!” You inevitably giggle a little as a large grin spread across The mans face. 

   “Well, I just so happen to know he also stole something else that day.” The man with the unmanageable red hair had a smirk plastered to his face that told you he thought he was getting away with something. You rose an eyebrow. You weren’t missing anything else, were you? 

   “What may that be?” You giggle in response, rolling your eyes as you set your buckets on the counter. He turns to face you, smoothly picking up a hand and kissing your knuckles. 

    “Your heart. And then he gave it to me.” You couldn’t help it, a laugh fell from your mouth, but quickly stopped when you saw the look on his face.

     “How long did it take you to work up that line, Newt?” You giggle as you bend in and kiss his freckled cheek.

     “The entire morning, in all honestly…” He looked down blushing red in embarrassment. Rolling your eyes with a silent sight your wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a slow, sensual kiss.

     “Don’t be silly, Mr. Scamander,” you slurred seductively, “He didn’t take it, I forfeit it to you the second I saw your handsome face.” With a small smile, he ran his hand through your hair.

     “Oh please, don’t stroke my ego any more than necessary.” He coughed out blushing. You grinned at the man’s comment. 

     “Say’s the most selfless man I’ve ever know.”         

    “Oh trust me, darling. It seems, I have my moments.” He mumbles clearly reminiscing about something. You laugh as you turn to close cupboards and clean buckets. 

      “Well, maybe, if it’d be alright, we could adjourn to the bedroom once I’m done cleaning up you mess?” You ask, turning your head away so he doesn’t see how red your face is. 

      “Well, as we’re married, isn’t a shared mess?” 

      “You’re delusions are adorable, Newton.”

      “Which is exactly why I married you. Everyone else just finds them annoying.” 

      “No, no. Your annoying enough on your own.” Blushing wildly, Newt smiles at the ground. “Oh, you know I find it endearing!” The room was quiet for a moment. 

      “Oh, and to your previous question, yes I’d like that very much.“  He spoke again, after a quiet moment. 

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    You were suddenly pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around Newt’s waist, trousers thrown in a sure to wrinkle puddle beneath you, pressing yourself completely against him. You buried your mouth into his neck and began to suck and savor the sweet, smooth skin, flicking you’re tongue as you hear him gasp. With a sudden dominance, he pulled you back and threw the two of you atop your shared bed, ruffling the duvet to nearly in-repairable fashion. Pushing your blouse up past your navel. Newt bent to place delicate kisses in a slow line down it. His eyes suddenly flicked up to meet yours, dilated and filled with desire, the both of you. His hands ready to pull your panties off, but only delicately lingering on the band, waiting for consent. 

     "Would this be alright?” He asked slowly. “Do tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable for even a second and we can return to more, uh, conventional methods.” You nodded profusely, closing your eyes in pleasure. 

     “Oh please, Newt, keep going!” You pant. With one last look of skepticism shaken away, he returned to his natural savage state, pulling slowly dragging them down your long legs letting his fingers caress the smooth skin. Carefully, he let his kisses drop into unexplored territory, as he spread apart your legs and directed the attention of his tentative tongue to your clitoris, flicking and circling it with a surprisingly skilled gentleness, that made you gasp at the sensation. In one swift move, he paved a steady trail down you, then swiftly back up to your clit. You tilted your head back in ecstasy, your legs beginning to shake. When suddenly, his tongue thrusted inside you, you let out a loud moan. Your scream resonated through the room and suddenly, Newt rose from between your legs startled. 

     "I didn’t hurt you, did I?!“ He asked, worry plastered across his guilty face. You widened your eyes and gritted your teeth. “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. Don’t you even dare stop!” The intensity of his full name made him fall suddenly back to where he was and continue the job he was determined to complete. He kept with his steady pattern of circling the clitoris, but direct yet indirect stimulation, than drawing a thick line down to your opening were he thrusted and back up again until he refused the pattern by adding steady pressure and massaging of his thumb against your clitoris. You arch your back and let out a shriek as the pressure releases within you.  Wiping his mouth, he crawls back up, and hovers above you, setting a sweet kiss against your neck, where a mark is sure to set, next time you look in the mirror.  

    “It isn’t exactly fair that I’m always the one to get to completion, is it?” 

    “What was that I was was saying earlier about you being the most selfless man, I’ve ever met?”

    “I’d hardly consider that an example!”

    “Touche, Scamander.” Then you kissed once more, sweet taste of yourself on his lips. A man so awkward, so sure of himself in your arms, intertwined in every way possible.  Your fingers push into his hair and grip tighter as you push him onto his back. 

    "I’m in control, now.” You speak in a throaty tone, eyes dilated. 

    “Only fair, isn’t it?“ Your lips press together once more in a fashion that shows theirs so going back. You finish peeling the clothes off his body, shirt, suspenders, bow tie, trousers, a pile of cloth mixed in a unidentifiable pile with the sheets and blankets. Light poured through the drapes and left you in the darkness, only lit by the light of each other. Soon, your eyes were locked, as pants of ecstasy echoed through the room. Your sweaty body pressed against his, as you rode him to completion, a steady pace built as you bounced up and down, collapsing beside him when he finished. 

    "That was good, wasn’t it?” He asked panting beside you. 

    “Yes, love. As always, that was very good." 

     "Good to know I’m yet to disappoint." 

     “Yes, but one thing could improve.”

     "What’d that be?“ 

     "Look at the floating fruit in the corner.”

     "What?” He turned to look in the corner, “Dougal ! My god, get back in the case, you banana loving bloke!“  Sudden appall appeared on Newt’s face as he scurried, pointlessly, for the blanket to cover you  as the Demiguise came into view and stomped his way back into the case.      

      "New rule. No case in the bedroom.”

Permanent Ink // Soulmate AU

Prompt: The things your soulmate loves show up on your skin.
Overview: What Newt loves most in the world are his magical creatures…Which is rather confusing for his soulmate, a Muggle with no knowledge of magic.

⇢ A Newt Scamander x Muggle!Reader Soulmate AU.


The first time Y/N noticed a marking on her arm, she could not, for the life of her, understand what it was.

Not that it was difficult to discern, but rather she had never seen anything quite like it. With the head of an eagle and the rear of horse, it reminded Y/N of a hybrid cross between a Griffin and a centaur.

She thought that, maybe, her soulmate had a strange affinity toward mythology.

Not long after, a new tattoo appeared. In ways, it was stranger than the first. Its outline was in the shape of a fungus, with sharp bristles surrounding the outer stem. Y/N studied the mark the very moment she spotted it before pursing her lips and turning back to her book.

At seven years old, Y/N supposed she had better things to do than mull over the strange penchants of her soulmate.

She would worry about them another time.
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Newt Scamander was fourteen when he first fell in love.

As outlines of books, ink, and artwork filled his inner forearm, he grew more and more excited to meet his soulmate. Newt thought he would finally find someone who understood him and appreciated his unwonted passions.

But too soon, he found that camaraderie with someone else.

Too soon, he found Leta Lestrange.

She was everything Newt thought his soulmate would be. Leta was passionate, driven, and, most importantly, she shared his love of magical creatures.

Every thought he had of Leta was followed by a feeling of shame; his heart ached, imagining the betrayal his soulmate must’ve experienced. But as Newt traced the tattoos on his arm, then stared back at the girl in front of him as she declaimed the cruelties Hippogriffs had to face, he knew what he felt was nothing less than love.

And sometimes, people just can’t help who they fall in love with. Even if it’s with the wrong person.
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Y/N was fourteen when she saw the outline of another woman’s face etched permanently onto her skin.

She bit her lip, hoping that maybe it was her soulmate’s relative. But even she knew that wasn’t how the markings worked. And no amount of wishing could change that.

Now, almost fifteen years later, every day was a painful reminder of what should’ve been, but never was. As often as she could, Y/N wore long sleeves to keep herself from staring at the marks of betrayal on her arm. Still, her mind wandered.

Together or not, her soulmate was still out there and she wanted them to be happy. No matter what.

If anything, Y/N decided that she at least had her books. And as she ran her fingers across the dusty spines on the shelf, she realized she was content.

Until a fluffy, rodent-like animal scurried across the floor, brushing against her ankles.

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Not Convincing (Peter Parker)

word count: 1, 423

request: omg ur doing tom holland’s spider-man imagines, omg i love him okay okay can u do one where the reader is peter’s neighbour and they knows that he’s spider-man and so they just happen to come over unannounced and walk into peter’s room right as he’s taking off his costume trying to convince ned that he’s not spider-man (like in the trailer). awkwardness on the part of the reader ensues as they realize he’s JACKED and also helping peter to convince ned he’s not spider-man

requested by: @pandalandalopalis

a/n: you requested this A WHILE ago, like back when I still found the Harambe meme funny so…a warning there. hopefully, you like this! peter is so freaking cute and I love writing stuff for him!

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Fate, Luck, and Love

Prompt:  Sometimes you need a little bit of scheming to make two people fall in love. Soulmate AU.

Pairing: Oak x reader

A/N: Day 7. It’s been real guys. Thanks for all the support and love. I appreciate all of you.



Fate had the responsibility to weave lives together and make sure that separated souls would find their way back to each other. However, there was one limitation: she couldn’t intervene with their lives, no matter how much she wanted to. Time had to run its course.

 

She’d never seen two unfortunate souls such as theirs. Perhaps it was her nurturing side– they were her very first pair of souls she matched after all – but she couldn’t help but dote on the two. They were perfect for each other. Her: outspoken and strong-willed. Him: kind and witty. But for whatever reason, they had yet to find each other.

 

She solemnly watched as centuries passed, mourning the times where they were so close but yet so far.

 

The first time they met, she was slaughtered by his people. He was an explorer of sorts, sent to discover new land and resources. She happened to be in the clearing they found, dressed in clothes they’ve never seen. She panicked, screamed obscenities in her language and as she turned to escape and tell her people of their arrival, one of his men fired a bullet from their weapons and killed her.

 

The next time they met, she was a servant. His wife, a jealous woman, who took notice of his partiality towards her, had her sold to a different home.

 

The third time they met, he was a politician. James Madison was his name, if she remembered correctly. The poor girl was too shy to confess her love to him and so he married a wealthy socialite instead. He prospered in his career while she admired him from afar.

 

The fourth time they met, it was almost the happy ending Fate wanted. She was a nurse and he was a soldier. They met at a bar, married, and just as she was to give birth to their son, he was killed in a battle across the sea.

 

The most recent time they met, their love was taboo. She never understood why it was wrong for two men to love each other. Fate was unhappy that after their short affair; they moved on and lived the rest of their lives, married to women that they did not love.

 

Fate frowned.

 

Perhaps it was time to visit Fortuna and Venus.

 


Present Day

Oak watched, impressed, as a woman zoomed past him and continued to weave through the crowd on her skateboard.

“Oh fuck!” she screeched when a woman in front of her decided to stop and bend down to tie her shoe.

She jumped off her skateboard, avoiding the imminent collision with the woman, but couldn’t seem to gather her balance from the sudden change in momentum. She stumbled, falling to the ground, but prevented herself from falling face first by sticking out her hands to catch herself. Unfortunately, her cup of coffee was crushed in the process.

Oak, frustrated that none of the people who passed by her bothered to check on her, quickly rushed to her side. “Hey, that was quite a fall. Are you alright?”

To his surprise, she jumped up to her feet, wiped away the dirt on her jeans, and ran to stop her skateboard from rolling down the street.

The woman who was tying her shoes spun to give the girl a glare. “Hey watch where you’re going, will you?”

“Who fucking decides to suddenly tie their shoe in the middle of the sidewalk anyways?” she replies venomously, stepping forward to the woman.

“Maybe a normal person?!”

Oak stood in between the two women. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” he says, “you guys are causing a commotion.”

The older woman harrumphed, mumbling something under her breath, but then turned to leave. Oak sighed in relief and turned to the fuming girl behind him. She shook a fist at the woman walking away and he couldn’t help but laugh. What kind of person in this day and age did that gesture anymore?

“Oh damn it,” she cursed once she’d gotten a good look at her squashed coffee cup, “happy fucking Monday to me.”

“Are you okay?” Oak asked tentatively, not too sure if he made the best decision to approach her. She seemed…crazy.

“I – sorry,” she mumbled, relaxing when she saw the look on his face, “I haven’t had the best morning.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, “we all have those days.”

She smiled. “I feel like I have more of these type of days than the good days.”

Oak liked her smile; it softened her features and made her seem less intimidating. “Well I hope today gets better for you,” he said sincerely.

Her smile got bigger and for some strange reason, Oak couldn’t seem to make himself leave. She was definitely cute, albeit odd and foul-mouthed, but there was something about her that made him feel like he’d met her before. Perhaps she was a friend of Anthony’s or Jasmine’s? She seemed like she would know them.

“My name is Y/N, by the way,” she said, tucking her skateboard under her armpit before she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He laughed and took her hand. “My name is Oak.”

“Oak? Like the tree? Is it because you’re huge or something?” she blurted out as she looked at his crotch.

Oak stifled a laugh. “What?”

She yanked her hand out of his hold and slapped it over her mouth. “I, fuck, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I just meant that you looked big,” she blushed, “like, tall. You’re tall… and I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Oak threw his head back and laughed, amused. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

She let out a squeak and, if it was possible, turned redder. “I didn’t mean it like that – “

“Relax, Y/N,” Oak interrupted her, “I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you.”

“Have we met before?” she asked after a moment of silence.

So she felt it too.

Normally, he didn’t approach strangers, let alone have a conversation with them. But with her, the conversation came easy, as if they’ve known each other for centuries. It was peculiar, but he couldn’t ignore the connection he felt with her.

Oak looked up at the sky when he felt a droplet of rain hit his nose. “I know this is kind of crazy, but do you want to get some coffee with me?”

A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face. “I’d love to,” she replies, “and I think you’re right… My day is definitely turning out to be a good one.”


Fate looked up at a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. The loud boom of thunder that followed made her wince.

Uh oh, He was mad.

 

She, along with Fortuna and Venus, had just broken a cardinal rule.

 

Fate laid the plans for them to meet.

 

Fortuna made sure that it happened.

 

Venus made sure that the attraction was there.

 

“I really like this place,” Fortuna hummed, blowing a kiss at a man who stopped walking to stare at her beauty, “we should come down and visit more.”

 

Another bolt of thunder, this one much louder than the last, cut through their conversation.

 

“Alright, that’s our cue,” Fate sighs, “maybe Venus can convince Him for a lesser punishment.”

 

She ignored Venus’s haughty reply and turned to look at the couple, smiling when she saw them running down the street to avoid the rain.

 

She had a feeling that this time, the two would finally have the happy ending they deserved.

Decisions Decisions-Jason Blossom

Riverdale Imagine:#2

Word Count: 2,889 (idk what happened tbh…)

Warnings: Underage drinking, Implied sex.

Summary: After finding out the family business is a front for a drug ring Jason goes to the one person he knows he can trust.

A/n: I hope you all like this. I love Jason Blossom and I don’t think there is enough of him in the world so I am going to provide!!! 

Let me know what you think and remember…

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