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jeff atkins: skittles

Request: “please write more jeff atkins imagines”

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 373

Gif: @titch-the-eskibro-bandit

A/N: Fair amount of my own headcannons. If you want to hear some of my headcannons, lemme know! [ Read pt 1 ] [ Read pt 2 ]


It was Friday night. Jeff had picked you up from your house and cruised over to the Crestmont. He played his country music, mocking the deep accents. You had the window rolled down, your hair blowing in your face.

Once you arrived, Jeff had bought tickets to the new thriller in town. You linked your arm to his, feeling his warmth.

“Hey Clay,” Jeff fist bumped your brother. “She’s here, safe and sound.”

Clay shook his head. He got the movie packet together, which consisted of two medium sodas, a large popcorn, red vines and-

“Skittles?” Jeff looked at Clay. “I thought it was just red vines?”

“Well, yeah,” Clay shrugged. “But y/n likes skittles. I won’t charge for that.”

You gave your brother a small smile. “Thanks Clay.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Enjoy your movie.”

Jeff held the large box in one arm, and even though he struggled, he still took your hand. Once you settled down in the middle of the theater, you ripped open the bag of skittles.

You poured a few into your hand. You motioned your handful to Jeff.

“You want?” You offered.

Jeff chuckled, taking a few colors. He dropped them in all at once. Once he swallowed his sweets, he turned to face you.

“What’s your least favorite skittles flavor?” He asked, not minding his volume at all.

You widened your eyes at him. You folded your lips into your mouth. When he wouldn’t look away, you whispered to him your answer. He nodded, and took the bag of skittles. He took out all the colors that you claimed were not in your palate.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?” You whispered. His smirked, holding the solid color in his hand.

“I’m getting rid of what you don’t like,” Jeff announced. He tossed the number of skittles in his mouth, squinting his eyes. “Apparently, I don’t like them either…” He coughed.

You laughed into your hand, muffling your giggles. Jeff got to the point where he had to swallow the sugary treat. He sipped his cola, clearing his throat.

“I will get rid of anything you don’t like, Y/N,” Jeff spoke, his voice raspy. “Unless I hate it too, then it’s up to Clay.”

anonymous asked:

I love your blog your writing is amazing. I was wondering if maybe you could write about Betty and jughead having a secret relationship because they're just not ready to tell everyone but one day Betty goes to school with a hickey and everyone finds out about their relationship.

Thank you so much! You got it!

***

It was the end of spring, cheerleading season was long over but the riverdale high baseball team was having their final home game, so the riverdale vixens decided to dress in their uniforms and support the team.

Spotting Betty walking down the halls in her blue and gold uniform, Veronica smiled.

“Hey vixen, forgot how good that uniform looked on you.” She winked.

Betty laughed “you’re one to talk. You were made to wear that skirt.”

Leaning up against her locker Veronica smiled at herself.

“I’ve got to say it feels good to not have to wear that turtle neck underneath our uniform, I feel free!”

Betty smiled

“Agreed, it feels good to let my neck breathe.”

Veronica nodded in agreement glancing at Betty’s neck, suddenly her eyes were wide and she was tugging the tiny top down even more if possible.

“What the hell! Veronica! What are you doing?!”

Turning Betty’s head to look into the tiny mirror hanging up in her locker, Veronica pointed at her neck.

“What is that?!”

Finally Betty spotted the offending mark Veronica was so concerned about.

It was a hickey.

How had she not seen that?

“Oh, I must have burnt myself on my curling iron this morning! I’m so clumsy, you know that.” She said laughing nervously.

Veronica stared at her with disbelieving eyes

“Sweetie, I know a hickey when I see a hickey. That’s a hickey.”

“Veronica, that’s ridiculous it’s a burn.”

“Betty, I’m your best friend. What are you hiding from me?”

Suddenly, jugheads lazy voice entered the conversation

“Who’s hiding things?”

Both heads whipped around and Veronica reached for Jughead, pulling him towards Betty.

“Look! A hickey! Do you know who Betty’s been seeing? Because I sure don’t.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he caught Betty’s eyes.

He quickly stamped down his panic,

“Maybe it’s a burn, Betty does use a curling iron a lot.”

“Thankyou!” Betty said quickly

“You two are ridiculous. I’m gonna find out , you know I will!” Veronica said before stomping away , leaving betty and jughead alone by the lockers.

“Don’t be mad.” He said quickly

“My neck Jughead! Of all the places!”

He glanced to the heart shaped bruise, marring her skin.

And unfortunately he wasn’t able to hide his proud smirk before she caught it.

Smacking his arm

“Jughead!”

“I’m sorry okay, I got carried away. It was that damn yellow dress last night. You know I love it when you wear that thing.”

She blushed slightly remembering the events that took place in her bedroom last night.

Jughead looked around quickly, making sure no one was looking, before he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“It’ll be fine .I’m sure no one will even notice.”

That was the biggest lie of the year.

She had already been stopped by Kevin, Cheryl, and Josie and half the football team had been whistling when she walked past commenting on the hickey.

By last period, study hall, she was thoroughly over this day, and ready to go back to wearing her sweaters.

The gang all had this period together. So they usually spent it on a table outside.

Sliding into the seat next to Betty’s , jughead slid his hand under the table and squeezed her knee.
She smiled softly at him.

“Okay” Veronica spoke up “Kevin, Cheryl and I have gone over all possible suspects regarding the case of Betty’s hickey”

“Oh my god” betty mumbled, dropping her head to the table.

Archie poked his head up from his music book

“Hickey? Betty? What?!”

Kevin sighed “well there goes my guess, it couldn’t have been Archie if he didn’t even know about it.”

Archie was now leaning over the table trying to get a look at Betty’s neck

“I’m sorry. What?! Betty what the hell?”

Cheryl pulled out a notebook ,passing it to Veronica

“I had it narrowed down to dilton doiley or trev marrow, but after speaking to them I now know that it’s neither.”

“You asked them if they gave me a hickey?!”

Veronica crossed out something in the notebook.

“Well we know it’s not anyone on a sports team, we totally would have found that out by now, and the smart kids wouldn’t be able to do that kind of handiwork If they tried so they’re out. Who does that even leave us with?” Veronica said frustrated.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes shot to Jughead who was leaning back in his seat smirking with a shrug.

“Don’t ask me.”

Veronica’s eyes widened

“Oh my god.”

Cheryl slammed her hands down on the table

“Shut up.”

Kevin nearly spit out his water

“ Total plot twist.”

And Archie was just confused

“What, what do we know?!”

Suddenly Betty smiled, reaching for jugheads hand.

“Okay, now can we please stop talking about this.”

Jughead nodded

“As much as I enjoy hearing you all talk about other guys leaving hickeys on my girls neck, I’d rather we changed topics, thanks”

Archie dropped his book on the floor with a thud.

“Girlfriend?!?”

Jughead sat up straighter

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that a problem pal?”

Archie just sat back, glaring at his best friend.

“This is total breaking news, Betty Cooper and jughead jones. We have so much to talk about. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Me too.” Cheryl agreed.

“Me three.” Kevin nodded

Betty groaned leaning into her boyfriend

He laughed , kissing her on her forehead.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs that are 15k+ and posted on ao3?

Hmmm… I got a few. I haven’t read ML fics in MONTHS (I blame klance and viktuuri) but I can suggest my faves :))

- Caged by Their_Destinys_Writer (43K WIP)

-Until I Lose Count by Baneismydragon (35K Completed)

-Fractal by australet789 (27K WIP)

-tangled ribbons by demistories (82k Completed)

-Fanboy by urbangurl123 (Shamelessly adding in my own story here don’t mind me) (27K WIP) 

-Tikki’s New Friend by panda013 (Amiria_Raven) (100K Completed)

-Lucky Us by PrincessKitty1 (I’m legit obsessed with this fic okay) (102K WIP)

-It’s a Match! by breeeliss (23K Completed)

-Old Stories, New Discoveries by The_Mystical_Wolf (GUYS THIS STORY IS SO CUTE OKAY I LOVE IT) (156K WIP)

-to you, i thee wed by megamegaturtle (THE FLUFF IS REAL WITH THIS ONE OH LORDY) (47K WIP)

-Meant To Be by DarkReyna16 (26K WIP)

-Pint Sized by WIntermoth (Seriously so cute and just UGH) (19K WIP)

-Broken Hearts Club by frostedpuffs (Honestly anything by frostedpuffs is good let’s be real) (28K WIP)

-Anything by Thelastpilot here  (Like just check their page and read to your hearts content because honestly it’s all amazing)

-Smoulder by midnightstarlightwrites (163K Completed)

-Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too) by LooseScrewsLefty, takethembystorm (46K WIP)

-Back To Us by DarkReyna16 (Aka my all-time fave ml fic like I would buy this in a physical copy if I could it’s that amazing I cri) (354K WIP)

-Anything by SKayLanphear here 

-That Awkward Moment When… by breeeliss (32K Completed)

-Anything by BullySquadess here  (Some NSFW stories so if you’re not comfortable with that then read the tags before you read)

-Heartstrings by taylortot (A true classic) (60K Completed)

-Satisfaction Brought It Back by siderealSandman (Aka my 2nd fave Ml fic of all-time) (VERY NSFW) (188K WIP)

-Obsession by KryallaOrchid (36K Completed)

-Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger (55K Completed) (I LOVE THIS FIC OKAY)

I have much more but I didn’t bookmark them because I SUCK AND FORGOT. Like there are some I wanna rec rn but I forgot the names and I’m dying. I’ll add more to the list as I remember and read but yeah. I’m also going to start reading more Alyanette, Chloenette, and ChloAlya (don’t know if that’s the ship name tbh but you know what I mean) And I’ll add those to the list as well later on! I hope you enjoy reading and PLEASE leave kudos and positive comments for these wonderful authors. They take time out of their busy lives to write these wonderful stories so please show your support. <3 And thank you to all you fic writers out there, you guys are truly rad af and ily. *drops mic*

break the chain

happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

length: 3.7k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

(if the readmore doesn’t work then just click the url and it will take you to the post ^__^)



Simon

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.

“What?”

“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”

Baz

The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 

MASTERLIST


It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 


I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo

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Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.

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You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

Asylum (Part 3)

Yes, I, Mod Loo, have created a part three. I’m sorry, I just love this AU so much, and I couldn’t resist. I hope you enjoy it!

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The four doctors stood outside of the building, talking like they normally did. Nogla had gotten used to the asylum at this point and was in the same boat as the other three.

“Man, Squeaker will not leave me alone about gummy worms. He’s got like an addiction to them,” Nogla complained, fixing his glasses.

“It’s not as bad as Delirious. Still going on about me letting him out. And every once in a while he’ll slip a little extra in there, making it more and more uncomfortable,” Evan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Eh, you’ll get used to it. You just gotta keep pushing them back,” Tyler said.

“And hope that they get better. Ohm’s gotten much better,” Bryce said happily.

“We know. You wear the bunny ears he made for you everyday,” Evan replied, rolling his eyes.

“What? I think they’re cute.”

Everyone rolled their eyes and talked some more.

“Hey fellas, did ya miss me?” Everyone turned to see another doctor standing there with a smirk plastered on his face. Immediately everyone’s eyes widened.

“Brian!” Bryce exclaimed, going up to him for a hug.

“Hey man, you actually survived. We thought you were dead, you know,” Evan joked, giving Brian a pat on the back once Bryce let go of him.

“So you’re back from Ireland, huh? Well, you should’ve stayed, since we got a replacement,” Tyler grinned.

“Oh, really now? And who is this replacement?”

Tyler motioned towards Nogla, who had a blank expression on his face. “Uh, hi, I’m Nogla,” he said awkwardly. Brian broke out into a grin.

“Another Irish man? Thank god, it was getting lonely eating all of the potatoes by myself,” he joked. Nogla started to laugh, and everyone caught up with him.

“By the way, while you were gone, your patient was a pain in the ass,” Tyler said. Brian gave him a confused look.

“My patient? Are you sure you’ve got the right one? Cause my patient is an angel.” Tyler scoffed.

“He maybe an angel to you, but he’s really a sadistic fuck. Your patient’s fucking insane.” Brian was even more confused.

“Are you sure you’re talking about Moo? My Moo?”

“Uh, yeah. Who else?”

“You’re full of shit, Tyler. My Moo isn’t like that. I think Mini’s getting to your head.”

“Excuse me?”

“Guys, guys, let’s not argue, alright? Let’s just be glad that Brian is back, okay?” Bryce said, interrupting the two. Evan nodded.

“Yeah. So Brian, how many potatoes did you eat while you were gone?”

“I ate all of the potatoes!” He said with a laugh, causing everyone else to laugh.

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Brian sped walked to his patients room with excitement. Moo was his favorite patient, and he had missed him. He quietly opened the door and shut it behind him, the grin still on his face. “Moo?”

Moo sat up from his bed quickly, turning around with a surprised look on his face before he smiled widely. “Brian!” He giggled. Brian’s smile widened as he sat next to Moo.

“I’m finally back from Ireland! How were you while I was gone?”

“Oh, it was terrible. I missed you so much, you know. I just couldn’t wait for you to come back,” Moo said with a sad look on his face.

“Well, I’m here now. Also, Tyler said that you gave him some trouble. Do you have any idea what that’s about?” Moo shook his head, a confused look settling on his face.

“No. I was being a good patient, I swear.”

“Don’t worry, I believe you. Now, I’ve got to go to check up on some others, but I’ll be back, okay?” Moo smiled sweetly at him, nodding. Brian smiled sweetly at him before getting up and leaving. Right after the door closed, Moo grinned and started to laugh manically.

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“I swear to you Moo isn’t all that innocent,” Tyler argued.

“Well, I swear to you that he is. He said he had no idea why you said he wasn’t doing well,” Brian argued back.

“Can’t both of you just let this go? I want to enjoy Brian’s Terminator voice, not listen to him argue for a solid hour,” Evan finally groaned, looking at the two. The two stopped before sighing and finally agreeing to drop it.

“Thank you,” Evan said with a sigh of relief.

“This isn’t over, piggy!” Brian yelled in his Terminator voice, causing everyone to laugh.

“Oh man, that’s actually pretty good,” Nogla admitted with a laugh.

“Exactly. He’s the best of the best at impressions,” Bryce said.

“You’re damn right I am!” Brian exclaimed, earning more laughs from the group.

anonymous asked:

The funniest thing ever is all the stupid haters who were basically telling Liam he didn't know how to dress, and Liam fucking went and proved them wrong. He showed up in the most banging yet simple suit, looking fine af and so effortlessly gorgeous and stole the show. He literally proved how unattainable he was to the world. That Glamour look was essentially a mic drop.

Hiii mate, 

Okay so this is ages late and I’m so sorry I sat on this ask for so long, but in hindsight maybe it’s a good thing because Liam provided me with beautiful receipts.

“That Glamour look was essentially a mic drop”, where is the lie??

Look how crisp, how sharp, how well-fitted. ARMANI LIAM BLESSINGS.

Look at his strong hair game, look at how beautiful he is, look at how smug he looks because like you said, he looked so attractively unattainable.

BONUS:

Part 1 of Capital STB: so stylish yet comfortable

Part 2 of Capital STB: Easily one of the most suave performer on stage

Bonus:

KISS concert at Boston: aka that green jacket accentuated his stage jazz by a factor of 100

Bonus:

KISS concert at Buffalo: ALL WHITE, GOOD GOD, I AM MOLTEN LIQUID

BONUS

MILAN FASHION WEEK: ARMANI LIAM STRIKES AGAIN!!!

That’s a candid, not a photoshoot, jejdfshkjhskjsjgj

Liam James Dean Payne

or, Liam James Bond Payne, you decide

Anyway, haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate and Liam gonna keep slaying. :’)

*credit to pic owners*

150+ Celebration Smut!

A/N: It’s here! Finally! I wrote this to celebrate reaching over 150 followers! I just wanna thank each and every one of you. I love y’all so much!! This isn’t my first smut, but this IS my first good smut lol. Thank you all so much for reading. I wanna give a special thank you to @not-moose-one-shots , who has helped me so much with writing and life stuff. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I love you girl ❤ PS if you’d like to be tagged in anything of mine please lemme know by either ask/message and I shall tag youuu! Hope you enjoy! (Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!)

Pairing: TonyxReaderxBucky (there’s no TonyxBucky)

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT LADIES AND GENTS, Threeway, fingering, oral (M&F), dirty talk, orgasm denial (?) I think that’s all


(gifs not mine)

Originally posted by luvindowney

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


God, you loved teasing him.

Everyday, you’d drop subtle hints to Bucky that you wanted him. But today, you kicked it up a notch. 

You started off the day by wearing a tight tank and short workout shorts. It was your day to spar off with Bucky.

“Hello, James.” You smirked, knowing what using his first name did to him.

“Y/n…” Bucky replied, clenching his jaw.

You got into position and spent the next 45 minutes sparring. Every time Bucky thought he’d had you you’d turn around and pin him down.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t handle my moves?” You chuckle out of breath. You were straddling his legs holding his hands above his head. “C’mon, show me what you really wanna do to me.”Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, “oh doll, you couldn’t handle what I wanna do to you.” Bucky’s voice had grown deeper with each word.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “oh, soldier… you underestimate me.” And with that you stood up, not before ever-so-slightly rolling your hips on his very obvious hard-on.

You smirk as you walk over to grab your stuff, hips swaying.


You push open the doors with your bag slung over your shoulder and head down the hall toward your room. Suddenly someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“You’re such a tease” someone whispered in your ear. “I watched you get the poor man all hot and bothered then just leave him hangin high and dry.” By this point his hands were travelling all over your body, “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You finally find the lightswitch and flip the lights on, only to find Tony staring at you with lust-blown pupils.

“T-tony? What are yo-” you’re cut off by Tony slamming his lips to yours.

“I can’t tell you… how long… I’ve wanted you… How long I’ve wanted to taste you… to feel your soft, plump lips wrapped around my cock…” I need you, y/n..” Tony whispered in a deep, husky voice between kisses.

You moan at the thoughts this man was putting in your head.”Tony, I-” suddenly the door handle was jiggling and you could hear a string of curses following. You look behind Tony and your eyes widen. He had gotten you so worked up you hadn’t realized what room he’d pulled you into.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” Bucky yelled, banging on the door.

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Don't bite my peach.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him. More specifically, off the swell of his ass. It was soft and round and followed up by thick, muscled thighs that made your mouth water, and as Harry lay on his stomach on the couch, you found yourself inching over to him. He barely noticed you straddling the back of his thighs, responding only with a quiet grunt of, “Careful, pet, don’ fall,” his eyes never leaving the television screen. You shifted your body so you could press sweet kisses to his neck, hands kneading down the smooth plane of his bare back. From how low his sweats hung on his hips, you could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and your lips curled into a smirk against his shoulder. Harry sighed happily as your hands and lips moved down his back, nearing the edge of his pants. Soon enough, your mouth was right on the small of his back, and then suddenly your teeth sank into the flesh off his “sweet peach”
“Oi! Wha’ the bloody hell are yeh doin’? Tha’ hurt!” Harry yelped, his top half turning around so he could glare at you. A devilish smirk pulled at your bitten lips, and Harry knew what was coming.
“I’m sorry, baby, it’s pretty. Like a peach.” Your fingers curled around the hem of his sweats and tugged them down a little, and instead of kissing the newly revealed skin, your tongue darted out to lick a stripe on his lower back, close to the curve of his bum. Harry’s squawked in surprise, squirming underneath you.
“Wha’s gotten into yeh?” Then he was turned over, hands gripping your waist as you scooted to sit over his hips. You wiggled slightly, pressing your core down against his clothed cock, forcing a gasp of pleasure from Harry’s lips.
“Want you, please.” It was all but moaned against the column of his neck, your hands running up and down over the tanned skin of his chest, fingers pinching gently at his nipples. “Need you.” It was Harry’s turn to smirk. His cock stirred at the words, his eyes darkening. He loved when you were desperate for him.

“All yeh had to do was ask, love. No need t’ get all bitey on me.” His lips captured yours, hands gently gripping your waste as he flipped the two of you over again, his thighs coming to rest between your legs, right up against your clit. You let out a muffled moan, hands twisting in the thick hair at the nape of his neck. Warm fingers snake under your shirt, dragging it up and over your head. Harry pulled away from you, eyes lowering to gaze hungrily at your exposed breasts. “Fuckin’ perfect tits, Christ.” His pink tongue darted out to sweep over one hardening nipple, and you gripped tighter to him as his mouth enclosed around your breast. Harry’s hands worked to tug down your pants and underwear, rutting his hips into the couch as he suckled at your chest.
“Harry,” you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders, “please.” A low chuckle left his lips, and he pulled away, his hands going to shove down his sweats.
“Wan’ me t’ fuck yeh bare, sweetheart? Don’ wanna wait fo’ me t’ get a condom? Yeh need me tha’ bad?” A wicked smirk pulled at his lips as he watched you writhe in anticipation, soft mewls of need falling to his ears.
“Yes, yes, need you that bad. No condom, please, I need to feel you.” Harry chuckled lowly, leaning down to press a sloppy, wet kiss to your mouth. The tip of his cock was red as it rubbed against the skin of your belly, and you whined at the sight of it. He was fully hard, the thick length of him tapping against his own tummy as he reached down to grip himself.
“Ready fo’ me? Yeh so wet I don’ even have to get yeh ready?” His eyes rolled as the tip of him slid into your heat. Looking at where you were connected, curses streak from his lips. He thrusted shallowly forward, the bulb of his head slipping easily in and out of you, and your fingers dug almost painfully into is skin as your legs went around his waist.
“Please, no, no teasing, Harry, please.” He groaned at your words but thrusted forward, the whole of his cock sliding into you. You gasped in pleasure, every inch of him brushing sensitive nerves inside of you. Harry grunted as his hips started moving, his eyes screwing shut at the tightness of you around him.
“S'tight, baby, s'good. Fuck,” he ground out, and you cried out as his hand slipped down to rub at your clit. Swear beaded on both of your skin, and the rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin mixed with breathy grunts filled the room. Your hands slid from the broad line of his shoulders to his ass, fingers dimpling the skin. Harry took the hint and moved faster, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you, rubbing against that one spot.
“There!” You gasped, eyes screwing shut and your neck baring to him. “There, there, there!” Harry growled low in his throat as his mouth lowered to your throat, teeth baring and nibbling at your skin. He loved the taste of salt and sweat on your skin. His tongue licked a bold stripe up the column of your throat, and his eyes rolled again as you clenched around him.
“I’m close,” you whimpered, and he grunted in response, fingers moving quicker against your clit.
“Cum fo’ me, love. C'mon, give it to me,” Harry rasped, feeling heat cook tighter in his abdomen as you whined pitifully against his skin. You were so wet and warm and tight around him, and he could almost cry at the feeling. Your fingers dug into his ass, and you cried out, your walls pulsing around him as you came. Harry groaned lowly, hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, ropes of hot cum spilling into you. Harry all but collapsed on top of you, his cock soft inside of you as you sponged kisses to his damp skin.
“All right?” You wheezed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He nodded against your shoulder, breath puffing harshly into your ear.
“Next time yeh need me, though, darling,” he began, dropping a pert kiss to your neck, “don’t bite my peach, just ask”


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Hiyaaa friends! This amazing fic was not written by me but by my close friend B, ( @spectralstyles ) she’s amazing and I love her! Anyway go show her some love! Hope you enjoyed the fic, thank you for reading. xx

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

nA/N: Hey, lovebugs! I just wanna thank you all for the feedback and hope you enjoy part four. Remember, 100 notes for the next chapter and make sure you drop feedback in my inbox. This ones a bit longer since some requested for it to be, so i hope you guys like it.

**Warning**: Smut(a blowjob to be specific)


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Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“No, you didn’t!”  Connor yelled as you told him about the details of your day. Felix on the other hand was laughing so hard he turned red and was curled up on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with them, taking a sip of Felix’s famous martinis. Living next door to a bartender that also happened to be your close friend pays off.

“You made him cum his pants on the third date, how lovely.” Felix laughed.“ I’m just surprised you’re even going through with this whole ordeal.”

“I am too. I don’t know what happened today, I felt so…” you trailed as you tried to find the right words to describe what you felt in that moment.

“Dominant and sexy?” Connor smirked as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah…”

“Trust me, I know. I’ve loved the feeling from the first time and still do four years later.”

This caused you to widen your eyes in shock as Felix’s face flushed red. You shifted your eyes from him to Connor who still held a smug look on his face and back to Felix once again.

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Compromise - Jacob Frye x Female Reader

A/N: This jealous Jacob request has been sitting on my list since forever and I am so sorry.

I don’t write Jacob as a angry jealous guy. I think he’s more of a “feeling sorry for myself” kinda jealous.

**this is from his POV

Words: 1,490
Warnings: None. it’s pretty much fluff..

She was, by far, the prettiest woman Jacob had ever laid eyes on in his two decades of life. He saw her every day, he had to since they were working together. How he longed to tell her how he felt but there was always a voice in the back of his head repeating: “Don’t allow personal feelings to compromise the mission.”

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Prompt: you’re trying to toilet train your 20 pound cat and you sent me this photo and now I can’t stop crying out of laughter in public.

A/N: Happy birthday to my favourite human @fetchalgernon - I love you. Thank you for making it impossible for me to write modern!jily and not include algernon. So here you go, 100% of fluff and shenanigans, with next to 0 plot. I hope you enjoy <3

Thank you @yourbcky for the stellar beta job x

Read on FFN or AO3.


It’s three in the afternoon on a Saturday when Lily drops a bag of frozen peas all over the floor of her local supermarket.

It really isn’t her fault, to be perfectly honest. Yes, she’s making a fool of herself, crying with laughter as she struggles to gather the peas that have spilled all over the floor. and the others down the aisle - from the old woman looking at the yorkshire puddings, all the way to the middle aged man studying a ratty shopping list - probably think she’s mental now, but it really isn’t her fault.

Picture this: you’re running errands, casually making your way through every different sodding aisle of the nearest Tesco Express because Sirius and co. are coming over for dinner, and the only things you have in your fridge are mustard and cheese crackers – and even though you know full well they wouldn’t mind, you actually feel like trying for a change.

Your phone buzzes with a message notification, and when you slide your finger over the screen, you’re met with a picture of Algernon, your boyfriend’s insane and alarmingly orange cat, sitting next to an empty litter box. Yes, empty, because all of the litter is strewn across the midnight blue carpet, and you can practically feel James’ despair simply by looking at his face.

If this was the case, you’d probably be cracking up like an idiot as well.

[15:02] james: toilet training algernon is not… going as expected

[15:03] lily: I dropped my peas.

[15:03] james: ???

[15:04] james: tht was a typo right

[15:05] lily: I was getting food for tonight and the picture you sent me made me drop my bag of peas.

[15:06] lily: They rolled everywhere, James. I hope you’re peased with yourself.

[15:06] james: :(

[15:06] james: btw i cant believe YOU made a pun

[15:06] lily: I know, you’re a terrible influence

[15:06] lily: Also, you’re cleaning that up.

[15:07]: james: just like u cleaned up the peas right

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This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3


“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.

“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.” Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.

Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.

It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls, along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.

The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.

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Auston Matthews #17

Requested by  siriuslynore:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do Auston Matthews imagine about being in a relationship with him and it’s based on the song Miles Away by Memphis May Fire? Thank you !:)

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much and I hope you like this one. My sister was once obsessed with Kellin and OMG is Copeland a cutie or not? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

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Originally posted by willynylanders

Sitting on his now-too small childhood bed, you watched Auston zip the last of his bags. Moving your eyes, you counted the hockey gear luggage and other packed suitcases scattered on the floor – all ready for his big move to Toronto. He won’t be leaving until the end of the week but you can already feel the sadness slowly starting to envelop you.

As he dropped the duffel bag, he sat beside you on the bed and sighed, “that’s it.”

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Love Poem

A/N: Hope you enjoy :)

Your best friend, Harry, calls you one afternoon, “‘Lo Y/N, can we do our movie night t'morrow night instead of t'night?”

“I guess so, why?”

“’Ve got a date t'night, and ’M gonna spend the night over there.”

Your heart drops. All you wanted was to spend time with Harry, and he’s going off with another girl. “Okay, that’s alright,” you finally answer.

“Thank yeh, I’ll call yeh t'morrow.”

You’re the first to hang up, and you spend the next few hours feeling down about Harry being on yet another date with someone other than you.

You’ve had feelings for Harry for years now, always hiding them in fear of ruining your friendship, but now you’ve hit your breaking point. You know Harry doesn’t feel the same about you, but you can’t keep having your heart broken, so you write a poem, a love letter of sorts, telling Harry how you feel and saying goodbye.

***

Early the next morning, you take the poem to Harry’s house, slipping in with the key he gave you. You’re about to leave the poem on his kitchen counter when you freeze. This was Harry, your best friend in the entire world. You couldn’t just walk away because at the end of the day you’d rather have Harry as just a friend than not at all.

You throw the poem in your bag, not bothering to close it in your haste to get out of his house. If you had looked back, you would’ve seen the poem fall to the floor in Harry’s entryway.

From there you decide to just drive. You have no idea where you are going or if there’s even a destination at all. You just know that you need to be away for a while to be alone with your thoughts. You had to be okay with the fact that Harry wouldn’t love you, that you two were just best friends, and after a while you accept that.

***

Harry pulled out his phone to call you as soon as he left the girl’s house, but you didn’t answer. At this, he began to worry. You always answered his calls or if you couldn’t talk, you texted him to let him know you were okay, but maybe you were just busy.

He passes your house on his way home, but your car isn’t there. He tries to think of where you could be, but he can’t remember you telling him that you had anything to do today.

Maybe you had gone to his house early, he hopes as he pulls onto his street, but he comes up to an empty driveway.

When he enters, he spots a note on the floor. He picks it up and reads,

Dear Harry,

We’ve always been the best of friends, even when we were young

You and Harry, just nine years old at the time, are running through his yard, not a care in the world. You play tag, follow the leader, and all the other fun children’s games.

“Y/N! Harry! Time for lunch!” You hear Anne yell from inside the house.

You sit down at the table with a smirk, stealing Harry’s chair.

“Hey, that’s my seat,” Harry tries to pull you from the chair, but you grip on tightly.

“Not anymore,” you tease.

Harry playfully glares at you before he pounces, tickling you. You wiggle in the chair in an attempt to escape the tickles, but you lean too far, and both you and fall onto the ground in a heap of giggles.

And I’ve always picked up the phone, whenever you’ve rung

You wake up to your phone ringing. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s 4 AM. You dig your phone out from the mess of sheets on your bed and see Harry’s face lighting up the screen. “Hello?,” you have no idea why he’s calling you at 4 in the morning since he was supposed to be halfway across the world writing songs in some secluded studio.

“Hey, Y/N! I just finished a new song, you wanna hear part of it?”

“Harry, you realize it’s four in the morning here right,” you yawn.

Harry pauses and you can almost hear him doing the math in his head, “Oh yeah, ’M sorry f’ waking yeh up. ’Ll let yeh go back t’ sleep now.”

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m up now. Can I hear the song?”

He it for you while you fall back to sleep, “G'night Y/N.”

I’ve always been there for you, and you’ve been there for me

Harry comes over to your house after a date, his face telling you something went wrong.

“What happened?” You ask, pulling him into a hug.

“She broke up with me. Said m’ life was too much f’ her, and that I didn’t make her happy anymore,” Harry tells you.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” you try to comfort him as you lead him to your couch.

You lie there with him for a few minutes, and just when you thought he was falling asleep he says, “I really thought she was the one,” his tears finally falling.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you hold him and let him cry into your shoulder just as he had done for you when your grandmother died.

But you’ve fallen in love with them instead, so together we can’t be

“I met someone today,” Harry tells you on the phone one day.

“That’s great,” you try to sound happy for him.

“Yeah, she’s really nice, and she’s pretty, and I really like her,” Harry gushes.

This isn’t the first time Harry has told you about  another girl, and you’ve learned to deal with it as best you could.

I’ve tried to distract myself from you, with dates that were pure torture

You’re on another date tonight. It’s your third date this month, each time with a different man. You reach the table to find today’s man already sitting there with an annoyed look on his face.

“Took you long enough,” he says as you sit down.

“It’s only five minutes after seven,” you say, checking the time on your phone. You were in for a long night.

The waitress comes and you both order your food, waiting in almost silence for your entrees to arrive.

“Finally,” the man complains when the food arrives. He inspects his food, “This was supposed to be cooked well done,” he practically yells at the waitress, “How could you mess up something so simple?”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I gave them your order correctly, but they must have made a mistake. I can take it back and have them remake it if you want,” the waitress reasons.

“Well couldn’t you have used your eyes to see that it wasn’t cooked correctly and gotten it fixed before you brought me the wrong dish?!” The man shouts. “The idiots they hire these days,” he adds to himself, shaking his head.

At this you’ve had enough, you stand, reaching into your wallet. You hand the waitress money for your food as well as a generous tip. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize before leaving the restaurant.

But it’s you I always run back to, when I think about our future

Harry cuddles with you on his couch with his arms around you. You’re watching a movie while you recount your bad date to Harry, “He was awful.”

“Awe come on, he couldn’t ’ve been that bad.”

“He couldn’t have been worse. He was even rude to the waitress,” you scrunch your nose in disgust.

Harry laughs at your face and pulls you closer. It’s not long when you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t help but fall in love with you, now more than ever before

It all hits Harry at once. You loved him. Looking back, he can see it now. Every hug, every phone call, every look, was filled with love that he mistook for friendliness.  

So how can I still be your friend, when all I want is more

Another realization hits him. He wants more too.

I’m sorry I have to say goodbye, since you mean more to me than you know

Now, just when Harry understands how much you mean to him, you’re saying goodbye.

I never meant to hurt you, but I’m sorry, I have to go

- Y/N

Harry doesn’t know how he’s overlooked his feelings for you for so long, and now that he’s finally figured it out, you’re gone. He has to find you and tell you how he feels.

***

Harry checks all of your favorite spots around town, but you’re nowhere to be found. He tries your house one more time and is relieved to see that you’re home. He rushes out of his car and to your door.

You jump when you hear a knock, finding Harry on your doorstep.

“I read your poem, Y/N,” Harry steps inside.

“What? How?” Your face goes pale, your eyes widen in shock, and your entire being is sent into a panic, “You were never supposed to read that.”

“It was on m’ floor. I don’t know how I wouldn’t ’ve read it,” Harry says matter-of-factly, “Y/N,
I —”

“No,” you interrupt, “I’m sorry, I must have dropped it on the way out, but I never meant for you to see that poem. I mean, I did when I first wrote it, but when I got to your house, I just froze. I couldn’t give you the letter, and I couldn’t say goodbye because that’s selfish. I know you can’t control who you fall in love with, and I understand that you don’t love me, and I’ve accepted that because I need you in my life, Harry, even if we’re just friends —”

“Y/N,” he grabs your hands to stop your rambling, “’M not going anywhere. I love yeh. I always have, I just didn’t know it.”

“What?” You stop in shock.

“Reading that poem made me think back t’ all our time together, and I realized that ’s you. ’S always been you, Y/N, and ’M sorry it took me so long to realize it, but please just give me a chance,” Harry pleads.

You’re not sure what to think at first. You should be happy, after all, this is what you wanted, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s really sincere.

Harry, sensing your worries, cups a hand to your cheek, “’M serious, I love yeh.”

The look in his eyes tells you he means it, and he leans down to kiss you. It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity, both of you pouring out pent up emotions and love.

Harry pulls back for a second. His forehead still resting against yours. “I love yeh,” he repeats with a smile.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Be mine,” it wasn’t so much of a question as a statement.

“I’ve always been yours,” you reply.

Harry kisses you again, even more passionately than the first time, as if you were making up time for all the years you both ran from your feelings, and you’re suddenly thankful that you dropped the love poem.

‘Falling’ in Love

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

You can find part two here

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

Requests are open! Send some in pls I have one left in my inbox so pls!
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anonymous asked:

Hi there! May I request the Phantom boys + Goro on an ice skating rink with an S/O who has never ice skated before! Love your work ^^

!!! Thank you so much!! You all spoil me with these adorable requests lolol. Enjoy!


Akira:

  • Akira’s probably having a difficult time himself, regardless of his confidant facade.
  • Remember the treadmill?
  • He’ll hold hands with S/O to keep both of them steady, but the two inevitably slip and drop to the hard, icy floor.
  • After the duo ensures that they’re safe, they’ll press their foreheads together and giggle with rosy cheeks and noses.
  • “Let’s try that again,” he says lightheartedly.
  • S/O clings to Akira for the duration of their endeavor.
  • He loves it, of course. Even if S/O’s cutting off his circulation.
  • Every time they fall over, they land in a different position, and sometimes they’ll play it off with a pose.
  • Akira adapts to it very quickly, but S/O’s just a mess.
  • Sometimes he falls with them on purpose so they don’t feel embarrassed. he’s such a sweetheart
  • However, Akira will not pass up an opportunity to tease them. nevermind
  • “You’re getting better at this,” he says.
  • “Really?” S/O asks, eyes glimmering with hope.
  • A mischievous smirk spreads across his face. “Yeah, your falling is much more graceful now.”
  • S/O will pout and refuse to speak to him, but it only lasts about 2 minutes because Akira’s playfully smothering them with kisses while holding their waist, hindering them from escape.
  • They both nearly fall, but they catch each other and try again.
  • That’s their relationship in a nutshell.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji’s pretty athletic, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s capable of ice skating.
  • He is the smuggest man alive when S/O is grasping onto him so desperately, trying to avoid the harsh impact of slamming on the ice.
  • Ryuji’s voice is seeping with arrogance. “Whoa, babe, we’re in public; ya can’t keep fallin’ all over me like this.”
  • Time for some payback.
  • “I can’t help myself; you’re just so cool, Sakamoto-senpai,” S/O says in the cutest voice they can muster.
  • “H-huh?! C-cut that out, ya brat. It doesn’t suit ya,” he stutters as his cheeks light up. He nearly loses his balance.
  • Ryuji loves busting out a few moves just to impress them, and when S/O snickers from his antics with their pink cheeks, his heart just swells.
  • He’ll pick them up too, and he’ll skate around the rink carrying them in his arms.
  • “You’re so talented, Ryuji,” S/O says as they plant a kiss on his cheek.
  • Their tone was so sincere and admiring that he immediately ceased skating so he could take a break. lay down; try not to cry; cry a lot
  • He’ll skate in front of them and hold their hands, gently guiding them forward.
  • If he even sees S/O so much as stagger, he is holding them in an instant; as a result, they didn’t fall once.
  • S/O will actually pretend to fall on purpose, just so Ryuji will catch them in his strong arms. His warmth makes them feel so protected.
  • is it obvious that i love him


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is decent at ice skating. better than Akira
  • S/O is concentrating so hard on skating that their face appears squished.
  • He tries to force back his smile for their sake, but it invades his lips regardless.
  • “S/O, your passion is admirable, but there is no need to strain yourself.”
  • “I’ll try…”
  • They squeeze the life out of his hand instead.
  • He’s very poised and elegant when he skates, as if he’s a human statue. S/O gets very distracted by this and they slip often, but he’ll seize them and balance them upright again. very dependable bf
  • Yusuke’s very accommodating with them, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love how close they were to him.
  • Sometimes he’ll release them so they can experience skating without aid. He’ll praise them if they manage to do it.
  • “Marvelous. You seem to be quite the natural at this.”
  • “Only because I have such a great teacher,” they reply.
  • He shakes his head. “Do not dismiss your own ability, my love. Limiting yourself only tarnishes the potential for how phenomenal you can be.”
  • Yusuke 
  • why is everything you say and do PERFECT
  • The duo waltzes together, maneuvering warily around the rink. They take it slowly at first, but once they get the hang of it, they exchange warm smiles and press closer together.
  • Stop it you two you’re making everyone else jealous.


Akechi:

  • Akechi would be very adept at ice skating. He enjoys it because it’s stylish and eye-catching.
  • He’ll put S/O’s skates on for them, since he wants to ensure that they don’t obtain any injuries due to ill-fitting skates.
  • S/O warned him that it was their first time.
  • He could tell.
  • They moved like a snail, gently and cautiously sliding their skates one inch at a time. Akechi couldn’t help but chuckle.
  • “Would you like some assistance, my dear?”
  • “Wait, I think I’ve got the hang of it,” they replied stubbornly.
  • After a brief moment, S/O tripped into Akechi’s arms and they both plummeted to the ground.
  • They glanced up at him from under their eyelashes and their face flushed with a peachy hue. “Sorry.”
  • His ears burned and his heart pounded in his chest.
  • cold showers and baseball
  • “I-it’s no trouble. Here, I’ll show you.”
  • Akechi snakes one arm around their waist and clasps their hand with the other as he instructs them on the basics. But it’s only an excuse to hold them close.
  • He’s very straightforward, but he’ll tease them, too.
  • “What would you do without me?” he sighs jokingly. give him validation hint hint
  • “Wait for you to come back.”
  • He freezes and becomes one with the ice.
  • Akechi also teaches them some silly dance moves. The two giggle and shimmy the entire time.
  • He’ll most definitely show off in front of S/O, and he’ll gracefully skate laps around the rink with an occasional step sequence. He’ll finish with a little flourish. big dork 
  • S/O is S H O O K.
  • “Goro… you can do anything, can’t you?”
  • “It certainly feels that way with you by my side.” He kisses their forehead, and they resume gliding around the rink holding hands and swapping affectionate glances.

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