ugh i had to make this so small :'(

The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Heyyy. Could u do a rly angsty Jughead x Reader where the reader catches Archie (her bf) making out with Betty or something and she goes to Jughead, her best friend, and asks him to help her make a revenge plan? They start acting all lovey-dovey to make Archie jealous of what he lost and they make sure he finds them in ‘compromising situations’? I think it’d be really cute and funny. Thx!!!!

A/N: I’m going to do that so the reader finds out about Archie and Miss Grundy instead of Jughead as she’s walking past the classroom. Hope you like it! (Sorry I’m not the best with angsty stuff ugh) Requests are welcome!

Warnings: Archie x Reader (in the beginning), Cheating, Underage relationship (stupid Miss Grundy), Small amount of swearing,


The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bad feeling in your gut. Your boyfriend of a few months had been canceling dates and avoiding both you and your best friend Jug.

He was supposed to go on a roadtrip with Jug on July 4th but instead you and him sat in Pop’s trying to figure out why Archie canceled on the boy.

“It doesn’t make sense, Jug. He told me yesterday that you guys were leaving early?” You sigh and frown at your melting milkshake.

“I don’t know, (y/n)…”

“Do you think he got into some sort of trouble?” You push the basket of fries towards your best friend. The thought of your boyfriend lying to both you and him made your appetite disappear.

You glance out the window of Pop’s.

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anonymous asked:

I just absolutely love the idea of Lance feeling replaced when Keith brings in Shiro, but imagine if it's SHIRO THAT BRINGS IN KEITH. Imagine Lance having heartache that his idol, who returned his feelings, simply wanted to replace him. -whumpdump

Oh my god yes!! I love that. Ugh, small fic inspired by it below (Btw I love your blog, omg yes. you’re one of the people who got me to make this blog here!! Love your writing so much!!) 


Lance thought that finally, finally he had been accepted. Been needed for who he was, it was amazing. Especially because it was his idol, Shiro. He was so happy, loving the affection and the attention he was given. Then Shiro decided, maybe Keith would be a good addition to their relationship. 

Instantly Keith took over everything Lance previously had done and was given. They became distant to Lance and honestly he felt useless. Just like in the Garrison, never enough to beat Keith. It was those thoughts that got Lance to stop taking care of himself. If he couldn’t beat Keith in a relationship everything was pointless right? 

He stopped eating, barely nibbling on the food Hunk brought him when he stayed in his room all day. Practicing until late at night and blacks spots began creeping into his vision. Forgetting his skin care routine and sometimes forgetting to even bathe for a few days. 

He assumed the negligence lead to his demise of getting a high fever and being unable to move. His limbs felt numb and heavy like lead and his head pounded. His throat was scratchy from coughing, trying to get rid of the mucus in his lungs. His nose felt stuffed up and his face felt congested, forcing Lance to breathe from his mouth shallowly. 

He accepted his fate, unable to get help as he couldn’t find the energy to get up to even find Hunk. His eyes began slipping close, a cough escaping his lips again, the wetness moving up the more he coughed but never finding its way out of him. Sighing he rested back into his cool sheets and blanket, the fabric feeling soft and cold on his burning skin. His face was flushed as visibly as his tanned skin could be. 

He barely registered the door opening before a cold hand pressed back against his neck. He squeaked out, coughing and trying to turn to the body next to him. “S-Shiro…?” he mumbled, seeing the metallic hand, explaining why the hand was freezing cold against his feverish skin.

“Lance what’s wrong, you’ve been getting worse these days…” Shiro said, kneeling and finally pressing his human hand to Lance’s forehead as the boy almost coughed up his lungs for the fifteenth thousandth time that day. He instantly recoiled and was about to speak but Lance sputtered out a few words. 

“I-I’m fine.. Just go back to Keith… He needs you more than me..” he said weakly, voice hoarse and raw from the coughing. As Shiro pressed a hand to his hot cheek he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into it. “Keith can wait, you’re my boyfriend too, and i guess i wasn’t making you feel that way and neither was Keith. After this passes we’ll make it up to you Kitten, for now let’s go and get you some medicine because i don’t want you coughing up your insides,” Shiro said making Lance whimper. 

“I love you shiro… I don’t wanna be second place to Keith again,” Lance whispered, delirious as he passed out, face in Shiro’s hand. Sighing Shiro smiled sweetly and pressed a soft cool kiss to Lance’s hot forehead. “You’ll always be first place in our hearts Kitten,” Shiro whispered, thankful Lance wasn’t awake as he pulled away. Snickering he picked the boy up, deciding that before he began loving on him to go and get him fixed up and feeling better. 

Vampire Friends & Apology Gifts

Alec Lightwood imagine

Originally posted by lightwoodasf

Summary: Since you’ve gotten hurt on your last mission, Alec’s behavior changed towards you. Preventing you from being a Shadowhunter and doing what you love, you slowly start to feel lost.

A/N: I know this has been long overdue, but this week has been crazy. There was the Stydia kiss we had been waiting for for years, I went to a Bastille concert, got Ed Sheeran tickets, and finally, after 3 years of trying, I managed to get tickets for Tomorrowland. So clearly, I needed time to process all of this, and I can only hope your week has been as amazing as mine was.

Prompts: “I fall for the worst ones.” – “Stop blaming me for all the stupid things you do.” – “I am here to grace you with my presence.”


“What do you mean, I can’t come along on the mission?” You crossed you arms and frowned.

“Well, I can’t really make it any clearer, can I? You’re not going on the mission.” He emphasized.

“That’s not fair!” You scowled at him. “What did I do?”

He sighted, knowing you weren’t going to let this go. “You got hurt last time, remember?”

“Oh come on, that was weeks ago.” You were fuming with anger at how unreasonable he was being. “I was barely bleeding!”

“Broken bones don’t bleed, Y/N.” Alec reasoned with you. “You are not coming with us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before giving up. “Fine!” you grunted, storming towards your room.

You watched the flickering light above the door and let out a breath before knocking on the door, only to be greeted with the pair of brown eyes you were hoping to see.

“Y/N,” Simon smiled at you, “what are you doing here?”

“I am here to grace you with my presence.” You smirked.

“You were banned from going on the mission, didn’t you?” He smirked as well, making yours drop.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

He held the door open for you.

“Come on in.”

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The Calm Before The Storm

Request: ‘Can you do an imagine where reggie finds his ex girlfriend in the playbook next to chucks name(the reader and reggie still have strong feelings for each other and they both know that) reggie and chuck get In a fight about it. The reader goes and visits reggie at his house after the fight then they get into an argument about it but they make up in the end then they start making out’

Pairing: Reggie X Reader

Warnings: So, it’s got swearing and it gets pretty intense at some points, not gonna lie

Word count: 2388

A/N: Shoutout to @ju-gg for encouraging me to do a Reggie fic, which I’m now so glad I did bc he deserves the spotlight, you’re the best xx. 

Also very sorry It’s taken me so long to post a fic I’ve had a lot of uni work and had the worst writer’s block, but I’m back now BabY.

Originally posted by riverdalesource


It had been one month.

One month since I told Reggie never to speak to me again.

One month since I had broken up with him, after that god-awful night I caught him kissing Ginger Lopez at a post-football game party.

I thought I had the perfect relationship, we had been together for nearly a year and I had never been so in love with another person before. Reggie was so protective and caring, we would always have something to laugh about and he was the only person I could just sit in pure unfiltered silence with without it being awkward. We just fit together. Or so I thought.

When I pulled back the closet door to reveal Reggie and Ginger making out in Cheryl Blossom’s closet that night, it was heartbreaking. I remember feeling like the ground had disappeared from under my feet. I screamed at him, told him I never wanted to see him again and of course that we were over.

The weeks that followed were difficult, to say the least, each day worse than the next. I tried my best to conceal how much it was killing me by putting on a brave face in front of my friends. Reggie persistently tried to talk to me for the first two weeks but eventually, he gave up.

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* Alexander Hamilton x Reader
* Modern College AU
* 204: Is there a special reason as you why you’re wearing my shirt?

A/N: So here’s a random idea I had when someone decided to mess with my laundry while I was off in classes. As for two stories in one day, yay! I had very little homework but this weekend I’m going on a cleaning spree. Plus I haven’t looked at my request recently so I don’t have any real pressing or even good ideas right now. But I digress. I hope y’all enjoy this silly little, fluffy story.

Word Count: 2,134


Co-ed dorms weren’t the best. True, it was more calm than the freshman dorm, but now you had you had to deal with guys all the time. The worst was the laundry room. Guys clothes were everywhere. They spread out as if it was their laundry room at home and they didn’t have to share it with a building of other people.

You walked into the room, your basket balanced on your hip. You winced at all the clothes on the floor that must have missed when getting tossed into the machine. You hoisted your basket up onto a machine and started sorting and loading your clothes. You started the machine and and headed back to your room and hoping your laundry wouldn’t be messed with.

You delved into some homework.You wrote a couple of papers, pausing only to switch your clothes over to the dryer. You finally went to go retrieve you now dry clothes. You grabbed the basket without a second thought and carried it back to your room. You started folding your clothes and putting them away. You furrowed your brow when you found a pair of jeans that were clearly not yours. They looked like they’d be a bit baggy on you but not too long. They were mens pants, judging by the appearance and deep pockets.

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Description: Sometimes the guys can’t keep secrets. Sometimes that’s okay.

Genre: Fluff, High School! AU

Pairing: Oh Sehun x reader

Word Count: 2,779

Originally posted by luedeer

I’d been here at Baekhyun’s house for two hours, listening to the guys drone on and on about lame guy stuff. I didn’t quite know what they were talking about right now. I had tuned them all out awhile ago. It was me and four of the guys: Jongin, Chanyeol, Baek, and Kyungsoo. I loved them, but not enough to listen to them talk about… sports?

“But yo, when are tryouts?” I heard Chanyeol ask to no one in particular. Baekhyun answered almost immediately. “Next Thursday, but you have to have an updated physical and gear.” Chanyeol groaned. “That’s not even the best part. The gear has to be brand new. Literally fresh off the shelves and directly to the field or you practically won’t be allowed to tryout.” Baek’s statement made Chan groan louder. “Ugh, I hate tryout season. Like honestly, what’s wrong with the gear we already have? I literally replaced all my equipment last season. More importantly, what if we don’t even make the team. Then we have all this spanky new gear for nothing!” He ranted.

Kyungsoo spoke next. He didn’t speak often when they had conversations like this, but when he did it was good. “You suck at baseball, so you’re the only one that has to worry about that.” This made all the guys erupt into laughter, and even I broke out into a small giggle. Chan’s face turned red, partly from embarrassment. “Aye, leave him alone. At least he can make it to tryouts Mr.I’m-too-scared-to-tryout-for-basketball-so-I’m-just-gonna-hideout-in-the-library.” Kyungsoo gave Jongin a death glare. “That’s not what happened you doof. I had a stupid research paper to finish and the coaches made me go to the library to work on it.” Jongin cowered as Kyungsoo spoke. I didn’t know why though. Jongin was the only one that could get away with saying stuff like that it him. It was obvious that he had a soft spot for him. “Yeah, leave him alone guys. Besides, even if he could try out, he’s too short to make a basket.” Kyungsoo didn’t hesitate to jerk on a strand of Baekhyun’s hair as the guys burst into another bout of laughter. The digs the guys got on Kyungsoo was what usually got them the most riled up, mainly because it didn’t happen often seeing as how nobody wanted to get killed by one of his death stares.

I honestly couldn’t stand listening to them go on. “Can you guys not be so boring? I’m practically falling asleep.” All the guys looked at me with playful annoyance. “Did we ask you to speak?” Baekhyun asked, mocking a face of disgust. “Cause I don’t recall.”

“Aye, I don’t recall asking for permission to speak, not that I’d let any of you losers to grant me that right.”

The guys all let out in a chorus of “Ooooo.” Chanyeol was next to speak.“So sassy.” Baekhyun mumbled something under his breath right after him. I didn’t quite catch it all, but I caught some of it. “No wonder… on you…”

“Would you like to say that again Baek? Maybe a little louder?” I said, mocking a stern tone we’d all heard Baekhyun’s mother use with him. He was quite the sassafrass. He was constantly getting in trouble with his parents because he couldn’t stop himself from saying something sarcastic or snarky. He rolled eyes. “I SAID, NO WONDER OUR SASSY MAKNAE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!” He shouted even though we were all barely two feet away from each other. “Smartass.” I huffed crossing my arms. The guys got back into their previous conversation. I snatched my phone up from its place on the table behind us. I started mindlessly scrolling through social media. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular, I just wanted something to prevent me from going completely insane while the guys talked about… hockey?

I grabbed one of the cups off the table, and took a big gulp of the fizzy soda. No wonder our sassy maknae likes you. Baekhyun’s words from earlier popped back into my mind causing me to spit my drink out. It flew from my mouth and straight from my nostrils too. “Eww Y/n, what the fuck?” Chanyeol squealed. For someone so manly, he sure did squeal and scream alot. “sEHUN LIKES ME?!?!” Chanyeol nodded. He and Jongin started wiping the soda off the table, Baekhyun was drying himself off, and Kyungsoo had moved to the other side of the room. He’d just barely avoided getting soda spit on him because he had gotten up to fix himself more drink at the same time soda was spewing from my nose.

“He’s had feelings for you since like practically day one.” Jongin said just as he finished wiping off the table. “Yeah.” Baekhyun agreed. “It’s so obvious too. He’s always drooling over you when we’re all together.” My jaw dropped. There was no way in hell, Sehun, of all people, liked me. I had a major crush on him, and the universe was never ever kind enough to let your crush reciprocate feelings. I got a rag from the laundry room, wet it, and made sure the table was clean. Once I was done, I threw the rag back at Baekhyun for him to put it where it goes. Anytime any of us tried to help him straighten up the place he got upset.

“You guys can’t be serious.” I said. The guys loved to joke around, so I wholeheartedly believed this was another one of their pranks. “You should see the way he looks at you.” Kyungsoo stated, making his way back to the table once he was sure it was clean. “And when you’re not around, we can never get him to shut up about you. Y/n, this. Y/n, that. Makes me wanna slap the kid sometimes.” Jongin added. Something in me still didn’t quite believe them, but regardless I spilled my own feelings to them. “Well, I sorta maybe have feelings for him too.” I whispered, covering my face as soon as the words had left my lips.

“OH MY GOD! WE CAN SET YOU TWO UP!” Baekhyun screamed, jumping up and down in the process. Matchmaker, one of his favorite things to do. “No! He doesn’t know.” I said, feeling my face heat up. I knew exactly how the guys were, now that we were on this topic it would be awhile before we were on to something else. “You didn’t know how he felt about you, but look at you now.” Chanyeol said, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if this wasn’t sort of big deal. “Bye Yeollie, that’s different.” I whined, I was way too chicken to tell Sehun about my tiny, huge, crush on him. “Honestly, I’m content with him never knowing.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jongdae.

From Dae: Okay but like dont hate me

From Dae: butttttttttttttttttt

From Dae: Something may or may not have slipped…

“I say you just waltz up to him and tell him how you feel.” Jongin suggested from his seat across from me at the table. “Jongin, that’s lame.” I said, quickly replying to the ominous text message I’d just received.

To Dae: Explain

“Or you could have one of us tell him, like me for example?” Baekhyun said, I was looking at him, but I could tell he was wearing the biggest grin of his life. “You only want to do it because you like being in other people’s business.” His first reply was a scoff. “Not true, I enjoy being kind and helping others around me.”

From Dae: SOOOO likeeeee

From Dae: I love you Y/n, you know that right??

I was starting to get impatient. What had he done this time? “Text him.” “Call him.” “Meet up with him. “Send him a letter.” “Send him an email.” “Send him a snapchat.” “Post in on Instagram.” “Slide in his DM’s.” The guys just starting shouting out suggestions. I couldn’t help but giggle as some of the options started to get ridiculous.

From Dae: Hunnie knows you like him

From Dae: dont kill me pls

I screamed as I typed out my reply. Jongdae was one of the first, and for a while the only, people to know about my crush on Sehun. The other was Yixing.


To Dae: UGH im so gonna punch you next time I see you

To Dae: ur such a punk, i hate you

I didn’t notice, but the guys, all except for Baekhyun who moved to the other room to take a phone call, had moved behind me to peek over my shoulder. They were reading my messages. “Whelp, looks like you don’t even gotta worry about telling him now.” Chanyeol laughed, ruffling my hair, something he knew I hated with a passion. I punched his shoulder for revenge. “Leave me alone you crusty heathen.” I said, pushing the red haired giant away from me. He stumbled, and hit his side on the kitchen counter. I could tell the blow to his hip hurt, Chanyeol burst into a fit of giggles. He was so odd.

“Hey guys,” Baekhyun said. He tossed his phone back on the table, where it was pre-phone call. “Sehun and the others are coming over. Also what do you guys want to eat.” The four shouted food suggestions at Baekhyun. I didn’t understand how he understood all the clamour, but I was more focused on the fact that Sehun would be here any minute

From Dae: i luv you tho :’(

From Dae: Also we’re coming to Baek’s

Hearing the fact again made me scream.

To Dae: I KNOW

I pretty much continued screaming even though about thirty minutes had passed. I screamed even more when I heard a knock on the door. Luckily it only turned out to be the pizza we had ordered. We were supposed to wait for everyone to get here, but I was so anxious it was making me hungry. I ended up scarfing down close to a whole pizza by myself.

We always get like five orders of breadsticks, and I ate about one and a half of those. They weren’t even that good, but I was so nervous to see Sehun I couldn’t stop myself. I actually began pacing around the room as we awaited the other guys’ arrival. I was shook beyond belief. How was he gonna react? What was he gonna say? Was he even going to talk to me? Was everything going to be awkward the rest of the night? I didn’t know what to do, so when another knock came to the door I ended up screaming once more and hiding in Baekhyun’s room. I could hear Chanyeol laugh at me as I did so, but I didn’t care.

To Dae: Meet me in Baekhyun’s room ASAP

I assumed he got my message when about ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I had locked it just in case. “Open up!” He shouted through the door. I hurriedly unlocked it and went back to pacing. “Jongdae, I can barely breathe!” I uttered, my nerves causing my hands to start shaking. “Is that so?” I expected to hear Jongdae’s voice, but instead I was met with that of Sehun’s much deeper one. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!?!” I screamed for the umpteenth time today. “The guys pushed me in here and said they wouldn’t let me out until we talked, so here I am.” I didn’t know what to do or say. Literally the only thing I could think to do was scream. But that was off the table considering I didn’t think the guys wanted to hear me do that again.

le boyz gc: I hate all of you

Eventually Sehun broke the silence which was different seeing as how besides Kyungsoo, he was the quietest out of all the guys.

“How long have you liked me?”

I almost choked because of his boldness. I mean leave it to Sehun to get straight to the point. “What do you mean?” I laughed nervously. “I’ve never liked you.” I’ve liked you since middle school.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said casually, moving from leaning against the bedroom door to sitting on Baekhyun’s bed. “Jongdae told me you’ve had a crush on me for a while now.” I mentally cursed Jongdae. Remind me not to tell any of the guys if I ever develop a crush on literally ANYONE EVER AGAIN!

.“For the record, I’ve liked you since that first time we all hung out at Chanyeol’s place.” I tried thinking back to the first time we ever went to Chan’s house. It was quite hard to manage seeing as how we’re always either at his or Baekhyun’s house. “What’s so special about us hanging out that one time?” I asked, trying to avert from the subject of me liking him. “I don’t know really.” He started. He stopped looking at me, and focused all his attention on his twiddling thumbs. “Just something about you struck out to me. It made me what to get to know you better.” “Are you glad you did?” I asked in a small voice. Sehun nodded vigorously. “It was the best decision I ever made to be honest.”

I could feel a warmth course through my body at his words. Now I have to tell him. I took a deep breath and finally spilled the truth. “I’ve had a crush on you since before high school. And ever since then just the thought of you makes me happy beyond belief.” I puffed, still not wanting to admit my true feelings for him. I looked over at Sehun. His entire face was lit up in result of what I’d told him. But he went from beaming to smirking in two seconds flat. He sat up off the bed, and stood about a foot away from me. “See how easy that was.” I punched his arm, causing him to start laughing. “Leave me alone.” After those words, he pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head in his chest. I was able to get a whiff of his cologne, it was strong but not too overbearing. It was pleasant, but at the same time it was a savory scent. I didn’t want him to let go anytime soon, however we jumped away from each other as we heard Baekhyun yell “THEY BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM, ON MY BED!!” and the door swing open.

The guys piled into the doorway. “Ew, look at the lovebirds.” Minseok teased from the front of the huddle. His words caused both Sehun and I to turn bright red from embarrassment. “I bet they were making out.” Chanyeol butted in, sticking his head farther into the room. “Shut up Chan!” I said, covering up my face as it got even brighter.

“Come on guys, pizza’s getting cold and we’re about to put on a movie.” Junmyeon said. I gave him an understanding nod. I went to speak, but before I could Jongin interrupted me. “Oh Y/n’s not hungry. She practically ate like three pizzas before you guys got here. Sehun had her super stressed out.” Everyone broke out into laughter, causing all my embarrassment levels to skyrocket. I buried my face in my hands, so no one would see just how red my face was getting. “It was more like one, let me live.” I pouted. Sehun wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. “It’s okay babe.” He whispered in my ear. I ended up smiling like an idiot at his words. The guy I like just called me babe. What a world!

“Stop being gross, you’ve been together for like five seconds.” Baekhyun said, wearing an over exaggerated look of disgust. I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. We hadn’t talked about us actually dating yet. “Hey you guys, we should choose tonight’s movies carefully. The two love birds might get a little risky throughout them.” Kyungsoo said from the middle of the crowd of guys. This time Sehun and I joined in on the guy’s laughter. One by one, everyone eventually turned around and left the bedroom. Sehun and I exited the room, his arm still draped around my shoulder. Before we got into the living room, he placed a kiss on my forehead. Maybe we weren’t together just yet, but I could definitely get used to this.

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I gotta say, I am absolutely in love with the concept of traditional “monsters” protecting abused and hurting children and this makes me very happy

It started with me going toward the more celtic side of mythology for the werewolves, which were the myths I was raised with. It was strange to me growing up when the popular media that had werewolves in it always showed them as violent and unpredictable, because werewolf myths in Scotland were more…kind. They fed starving families, they were the guardians of lost and orphaned children. 

They were still part wolf and could rip you apart when necessary, but they were first and primarily guardians. 

So while I was writing Nathan and his cultural sense of identity and personality and I started on Vlad, I knew I had an idea for what I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be the archetype vampire, really attractive and smooth on the surface, but I also didn’t want to make him a monster underneath it with uncontrollable urges because ugh, ugh, no. So instead I tried to think about what I’d do if I had eternity yawning out in front of me, and well…lets just say it’s a good thing eternity does not yawn out in front of me. But I also tried to take into consideration the history I had given him, and the family dynamic he has, and when I thought about that, it really just made sense for someone like Vlad to look at the suffering in the world and go “No” and try to fix it in small ways, ways which no one else ever seems to consider. 

He’s not brave like Nathan (he thinks) he’s not a soldier, he doesn’t fight, and he’s not got the sheer raw power Ursula has or her resilience, but he can make a difference, he can make subtle changes that make the lives of those around them—however brief—a little bit better. He pushes for social reform, he throws himself into research, he takes an active interest in medicine, and when someone says “but that’ll take decades!” he just smiles and says “I’ve got the time.”

Sealed Records

Originally posted by shirtlesssammy

Pairing: Sam x twins
Word count: 436

Part 4 of Twins

Staring out your window, you kept wiping your eyes as you silently cried. Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun, you were behind Dean, and Y/T/N was behind Sam. You were worried, you were confused, and now you were an orphan again. What did that mean for your son?

“Hey.” Your twins voice snapped you out of it. Looking over at her, your eyes were red, and puffy, from crying. “Tell me about him. About Xander.” She gave you a sad smile, and you could tell she was trying to distract you.

Sniffing, you wiped your cheeks. “Uh, like I said, he’s 6 months, is starting to crawl more, looks like a tiny version of his father… There’s not too much to tell about an infant.” You shrugged.

She nodded. “How’d you meet, uh, what’s his name? Zach?”

“I’ve never been the one to party. I’m not saying I was an angel, but I never saw the appeal. My best friend brought me to one.” you let you a sad chuckle. “I’d had a crush on Zach, back when I was an 8th grader, and he was in high school. After a few too many drinks….” Your head went back as you closed your eyes. “Xander happened.” You sighed.

Sam furrowed his brows and looked back at you. “Wait a minute. How old is this guy?”

After a moment of thinking, you finally answered. “He’ll be 20 in a month and a half.” You told him.

“What the hell?” His voice made you jump. Looking at him, you didn’t know what his problem was. “You’re 16, and this guy’s almost 20?!”

You nodded before looking at Y/T/N. “Uh, I planned on just getting by until I was home…but now I’m wondering. Who the hell is this guy?” you were pointing towards Sam.

“I’m your father.” He ground out.

“How’d she find you? Our records were sealed. I was told our mother didn’t want us contacting her.” You looked from Sam to her again. “My parents tried for my 15th birthday.”

she smirked. “I have my ways. I tracked down mother dearest, and managed to get her to spill the beans. As long as I never went near her again.” She shrugged, making you shift a bit away from her. “It took more work hunting him down, but I’ve been with them since. I ran away from my foster family and never looked back.” She had a small smile on her face as she remembered finding him. “He was a bit freaked when I came around.”

This was so much to process, too much. “Ugh. I’m going insane…”

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It had been a long time since Marinette had woken to the smell of someone else making coffee for her on a weekday, and shifting under the sheets Nino put out for her, she wondered how long she could enjoy the morning before the nightmare circus of her day began.

“You up?” Nino asked, glancing up over the rim of his laptop as Marinette stirred.

“Mmhmm,” Marinette muttered, scratching the back of her head as she sat up, fumbling around for her jeans. “You heading to work?”

“Don’t have a shoot until noon, but…” Nino trailed off, squinting at his laptop screen. “Something’s happening…”

“Something’s always happening,” Marinette said, glancing down at her phone to see a flurry of texts from Sylvia and Ellie. “…you mean with Gabriel?”

Gabriel to Make Announcement Today at Nine,” Nino said, reading the headline of an article as Marinette tugged her pants on underneath the blankets. “Fashion House Expected to Announce Permanent Successor to the late M. Agreste. That was posted an hour ago, so we got another half before they announce it.

“No doubt Marcel is a shoe in for the job,” Marinette sighed, wobbling to her feet with a small scowl. “Ugh, I only had two beers last night; why am I hungover?”

“I thought Marcie was the head of the house?” Nino said as Marinette padded into the kitchen.

“I think he was interim CEO,” Marinette said, pouring herself a cup of coffee and dumping half the sugar dish into it. “The head of a Parisian fashion house has to be more than just a businessperson; they’re responsible for the entire aesthetic of the company, from high fashion to accessories.”

“They’re really gonna put a guy who thinks pocket squares are some kind of phone game in charge a company that’s supposed to set the standard for men’s fashion?” Nino said, leaning back in his chair. “I mean, I know he has the board in a sleeper hold now that Adrien’s gone, but that’s tantamount to fashion suicide, doesn’t it?”

“I would think so,” Marinette said, leaning against the counter and taking a thoughtful sip of her coffee. “The one satisfaction I take from all this is that Gabriel will be a flaming wreck of a fashion house shortly after Coccinelle goes under.”

“You don’t know that it’s going under,” Nino said.

“Says the man who hasn’t seen our sales reports,” Marinette said.

“Maybe Adrien and Alya’s insanity turned up something?” Nino said, standing up and heading over to the fridge.

“I’m not betting on it,” Marinette sighed, glancing at her phone. “Alya call?”

“Nope,” Nino said, tugging out a basket of berries and a carton of milk. “I shot her a text at ten or so, but she probably went to bed already. Long day and all.”

“I bet,” Marinette said, thumb hovering over Adrien’s contact for a long moment before closing her phone. “And Adrien? Are you still mad at him?”

“Disappointed, more like, but I’ll get to him in due time,” Nino said, snapping a banana in half and tossing it in the top of the blender. “Are you?”

“I…don’t know,” Marinette sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Should I be? Do I even have the right to be mad at someone for trying to save my business?”

“You do if it makes you feel like you got run over,” Nino said, tipping the milk and berries into the blender. “I get how you might feel like someone went and made decisions on your behalf without consulting you first.”

“Whether I feel like that or not, that’s kinda what happened, isn’t it?” Marinette chuckled, picking at a loose thread in her shirt. “I don’t know…I don’t like feeling this powerless; especially when it’s people I care about that make me feel that way.”

Nino offered a sympathetic nod, filling a glass full of berry smoothie and passing it to Marinette as they both glanced at the clock. Ten minutes was all that separated them from whatever announcement the staff at Gabriel were planning, and Marinette doubted there was a person in Paris more worried about it than she was.

The Bourgeois Twins 👑🐝

In which Chloé and her sister Amber meet after Amber returns from studying abroad. @ferisae @conugonzalez

To be continued, just a small start.

“Daddy!” The screeching scream of the high pitched banshee echoed through the Hotel’s main lobby. “I’m home!” Amber walked in swinging her hips from side to side as if though she owned the place. Chloé, simply rolled her eyes and turned around to face her sister.

Amber had been studying abroad in London, staying with their mom to get a better hang of the english language. Chloé would only be able to describe her sister as being identical to her, yet with a slightly pointier nose, eyes lacking as much color as hers, Chloé had always had bluer eyes than Amber, and a slightly less shiny blond her. Overall, a less pretty Chloé, at least in her point of view.

“Hello, Amber. Welcome.” The butler bowed directing towards the young blond girl, she barely acknowledge and walked forth, giving him her prada hand bag. “I’ll go into my room then. Chloé, could you help me arrange my stuff?” “There are thousands of workers in the hotel sis, why don’t you go ask any of them?” “Oh come on Chlo, is that the way to greet your older sister?” “You are older by A MINUTE Amber, plus my nails haven’t dried, you can carry your bags yourself.”

Amber made a small pout, “okay then”, she said, “I’ll do that, don’t worry.” She clicked the elevator’s up arrow and left with a ding. “Ugh, how am I gonna survive summer with her here.” Chloé checked her nails again, and placed a 3 minute timer on her cellphone to make sure her nails dried off.

Amber opened the doors to her room. The vantage point of her father having a hotel was that she had a room to herself, no roomies like her school in London, so escaping would be significantly easier. Specially with her father busy, and her sister hanging out with Sabrina. “Bee, you can come out now!” the yellow kwamii flew out twirling.

“Finally, some fresh air. Your bag is so stuffy!” “Sorry Bee, that was only during the flight home. What do you say we go and fly around the city?” “Of course Amber. Lets go.” The little kwamii smiled and with a transformé moi, Amber disappeared and in her place was Queen Bee.

“Well lets go, I’m dying to see my city from the sky.” She extended her wings, opened her window, and leapt into the sky. Making her way to the Eiffel tower.

Machine Gun

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 9 for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s album challenge.  Almost there.  This one is for Tony Stark because I heard this song and instantly though of my little cinnamon bun who really, really needs a hug.  And some therapy.  A lot of therapy. 

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 1987

Author’s Note:  Sorry this has taken me so long.  I haven’t felt well and it definitely makes it difficult to take the time to focus. 

Machine Gun song

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Title: I’ve got My Eyes on You

Relationship: Kaneki/Touka

Word Count: 2137

Warnings: Some swearing 

Summary: ‘i fucking hate the beach but you’re a hot lifeguard and dammit why won’t you notice me’ au

Notes: So, today is kanyekiwest’s birthday and well, here’s my present. This is the first time I write touken and I’m not really sure if it’s as good as my wonderful husband deserves, but I hope she likes it anyways.

Happy birthday bae, I hope you have a wonderful day, and thanks for everything you’ve done for me until now <3.

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happy birthday julius!

wrote this fic for @ocsickficsideblog‘s oc julius because he’s a sweetheart and deserves a fic to celebrate him!  (even if it’s a fic about him being sick and having my asshole oc as a caretaker)  also, april is wonderful and i love her even though i’m a sucky friend, so this is for her, too!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below

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When Kel walked into a bathroom filled with retching sounds, he immediately turned around and walked right out.  Not his problem.  He could find another bathroom.  Or he could just wait until later, when Mr. Sick had vacated the area.  Since he didn’t know of any other restrooms nearby and was feeling particularly lazy, Kel settled on the latter.

By the time class ended an hour later, Kel really couldn’t wait any longer, so he speed walked back to the restroom and immediately started emptying his bladder.  It wasn’t until after he started peeing that he heard it: another retch.  And then another, and another.  Whoever it was didn’t stop retching the whole time Kel was peeing.  It continued even as Kel washed and dried his hands.  He winced as he moved to leave the restroom; the sick guy must have been heaving for over an hour, and didn’t seem to be feeling any better for it.

Not my problem, not my problem, not my problem.  Kel just wanted to go home and sleep.  A kind person would help out and he knew that, but he also knew that he wasn’t a kind person.  He’d always had a strong conscience, but he didn’t care about guilt.  He didn’t.  Hadn’t for years.

So why was he unable to make his legs move him away from the bathroom?  Why was he still listening to the retching?  Why, in the past couple of weeks, had he started to care?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grumbled, turning around and going right back into the bathroom.  He knocked on the door of the only occupied stall.  “You alright in there?”

A choked, negatory noise was the only response.  Kel flinched.

“Can- Can I come in?  Can I help?”

“Mhm,” the sick guy mumbled.  Kel slowly pushed the door open.  Kneeling on the floor of the stall, his cheek resting on the toilet seat, was a black haired man.  Or a boy?  He was small, and looked young, but then Kel was often mistake as being much older than he was, so he tried not to judge.  Instead, Kel lowered his voice as the sick guy eyed him curiously.

“You’re not hungover, are you?”  Kel asked, but he could tell the difference between alcohol poisoning and natural sickness without any confirmation.  The stranger shook his head, and swallowed a gag.

“Stomach - urp! - bug,” he mumbled.  Kel nodded.

“Have you thrown up yet?”  A small shake of the head.  Kel sighed.  “I’ll stay with you until you do,” he said reluctantly.  “Then you should head home.”

“Thank you,” the sick man croaked.  “Are you in- hurrgh!”  He didn’t get to finish his sentence due to an overpowering retch, but Kel was able to anticipate where it was going.

“I’m in high school,” he explained.  “Name’s Kel.”

“Nice to - ulp! - meet you,” the stranger panted.  “I’m - huuurk! - Julius, in co- huurrup! - col - hicuurp!

Again, Julius was cut off by a heave.

“Your name is Julius and you’re in college, I got it.  Just breathe, you’ll be alright.”  Kel found himself stealing words his roommate had used with him.  “Have you had any water recently, Julius?”

“No,” was the weak response.

“Let me get you some.”  

“Wait don’t leave me-“  Julius cut himself off with hollow burp and a shudder, and Kel tentatively squeezed his shoulder.

“I’ll be back in just a minute, I promise.”

It only took Kel 57 seconds to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine nearby, but by the time he got back, Julius was retching again.

“Here,” Kel said, pressing the bottle to Julius’s lips.  “Drink this, I think it will help.”

Julius didn’t question him, and it occurred to Kel that the boy could stand to be a bit more suspicious about strangers.  He was about to say as much when Julius hiccuped quietly and a mouthful of clear liquid splashed into his lap.  Kel reconsidered his words before speaking.

“Fuck.”  He quickly helped Julius, who was now shaking uncontrollably, lean back over the toilet.  The older boy’s shoulder’s jolted, and suddenly he was throwing up a thick, brown substance.  Tears slid down his face.

“Woah.  No need to cry,” Kel cringed.  “You’ll be okay.”

Julius nodded, but couldn’t speak as more sick spilled from his lips.  He panted for a bit, trembling.

“Do you think you’re-“

Julius was shaking his head before Kel even finished asking if he was done throwing up.  A minute or two passed before Julius lurched forward again.  Nothing came up the first time, and the next silent heave produced only a bit of spit.

“I think-“  Kel started to suggest that Julius was empty, but again the sick boy shook his head.  He squeezed his eyes shut, only to have them fly open a moment later as a rush of liquids gushed from his mouth.  He coughed weakly, bringing up a bit more bile, and let out a whimper before leaning back against the stall wall.  Kel gingerly flushed the toilet for him.

“Sorry,” Julius sniffled as he tried and failed to tear off a wad of toilet paper from the roll.  His hands were shaking too bad, and it was painful to watch, so Kel did it for him.  He quickly handed the toilet paper to Julius; there was no way Kel was going to wipe his face for him.  The other boy seemed far too worried about other things to care about that, anyway.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve caught a bug from - *sniff* - my boyfriend.  I didn’t - *sniff* - didn’t mean to drag you into this!”

“It was my own decision to help,” Kel muttered, begrudgingly.  “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Julius said, trying to contain his tears.  “I don’t mean to…”

Kel sighed.  “I know.  It’s okay, really.”  He noticed that some of the color had returned to the other boy’s face.  “Feeling any better?”

Julius managed a shaky smile.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I am.  Thank you.”

Kel shrugged.  “Okay.  Are you going to be alright?  Is there someone you can call to pick you up?”

Julius pulled a phone out of his pocket, and stared at it with a bit of surprise on his face.  The shock quickly morphed into a soft smile.  He showed Kel the screen.  It was filled with an incredible number of texts from someone named Alistair.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Julius said softly, proudly.  Kel cringed internally, but maintained a straight face as Julius went on.  “Apparently he was worried and will be here in five minutes or so.”

“Oh, okay,” Kel nodded and stood to leave, lingering a bit when Julius cleared his throat.

“Uhm.  Thank you again.”

“It was no problem,” Kel said tightly, ready to leave.

Julius smiled knowingly.  “Well, thank you anyway.  You actually really remind me of Alistair, and it was a huge comfort to have you here.  You’re a very kind person.”

Kel grunted.  “Sure thing.  See you around.”

And with that he stalked off, a bit shaken.  The last thing he wanted was to be compared to some lovesick guy who worried about his boyfriend day in and day out.  Surely a single act of kindness didn’t mean he was becoming soft.  Right?

And yet Julius’s words continued to echo in his head: You’re a very kind person.

It wasn’t a compliment Kel had ever expected to receive, and he wasn’t sure, but he thought that maybe a part of him - a very small part - actually wanted to believe it.

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Name: I will teach you
Comment: Arthur is supposed to come back when England is in most need, and Merlin realizes that you getting magic (first person in many hundred years) is the sign that he should prepare you.
I believe I may do series, but that is not for sure yet.

“I just can’t,” you collapse on the floor, dropping the books down. “They are heavy.”

“They are not. Not for you,” Merlin lazily looks at the books, and they fly and remain in the air. “What is stopping you?”

“Oh, let’s go over what is happening here,” you grin sarcastically and start counting on your fingers. “One, when we met you were an old man, almost crushed by his age, but then you just accidentally grow this young!” you point at his young face. “Two, you save me from getting hit by a car by simply raising me in the air without even touching me. Three, you turned water into wine. Four, you are saying that you are The Merlin, the one that was helping Arthur save England. Five, you are saying that Arthur, the legend, is coming back to help England rise again. Six,” you raise another hand. “According to you, I am a wizard, even though there was never anything like magic in my life! Seven, you are mad, and I probably am going crazy!” you scream the last ‘point’, and Merlin suddenly shines a huge smile at you and points somewhere over your shoulder. You slowly turn around and see the books, flying in a strange circle around the table.

“I suppose I just had to make you mad,” he grins, as you both stand up.

“Did I… Did I do that?” he nods, and you smile. “Did I just do the magic?”

“You used magic, yes. Now let’s practice. We are not even nearly done with you,” he hands you a huge pile of heavy books. “Read those.”

“Merlin!” he flinches.

“You sure do sound like Arthur now. You must be his descendant,” you raise your eyebrows, not really understanding what he means. “There’s something in you which reminds me of him… Which would be ironic given that he was against magic until the minute he died.”

“Is he actually coming back?” Merlin grins.

“Yes. I can feel that. Another way, I wouldn’t get young again. I am waiting for him to come, so for now I have to train the new wizard and find the knights.”

“Find the knights? The knights of the Round Table?” he nods. “Am I going to meet them?”

“Would you like to? You actually don’t have any choice, we have to find a way for them to stay together in one place. Here.”

“H-here?” you look around your small apartment.

“Y/N, magic. We will just expand the place,” he slowly lowers the books, so they land in perfect order on the table. “Now. Don’t get too excited. We have a lot to do.”

“You just couldn’t make it fun, could you?” you murmur, as he hands you a book. “Ugh, I totally get why Arthur had rough time dealing with you.”

“Just read your book.”

Just Sorry? (Chapter 3/??) (M)

Summary: The Seven Boys throw a party to welcome back Jackson and Jaebum to the Mansion. You decide to tease both boys by flirting with their guests but neither of them are too please

Chapters : 1 and 2

Warning: Smut ahead, Daddy Kink, Rough Sex, Explicit Language, Threesome later on.

Word Count: 2,341   

The tears fell down your reddened cheeks on their own. Following behind Jaebum as he led you towards his king-sized bed. With each step that you took, your legs shook from the unsettling nerves building up. Maybe if you made a run for the door, you could make it to the next room and hide out for the rest of the night. Nonsense. Both were way faster than you and Jaebum’s hold on the choker was too strong for you to even think about pulling away.  

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Lost and Found pt 2 [Jungkook]

Originally posted by jengkook

1 | 1.5 | 2 | 3

Genre: Angst

Characters: Jungkook x You (Reader)

Word Count: 1531 

The curtains rustled softly as the cool breeze came through the open window. It hit your skin, making your boiling blood seem to stop and freeze turning it into a sludge in you, stopping time. There was no feeling, no warmth that you wanted to feel from this life anymore. You glanced up at the ticking clock on the mantel, seeming to tick ever faster with each passing second. The ticking sound resounded in your ears, helping you cope with the emotions running through you.

The puddles of tears and blood were still on the tiled floor of your kitchen, the remnants of your fight with the one man you assumed you could trust and love.

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Okay but when was the last time a friend talked about you the way Eren talks about Armin?

Like not even me and my best friend do that and in high school pretty much everyone thought she and I was dating. Even people in our circle of friends had a hard time believing we wasn’t.

Anyway point is Eren is hella gay for Armin. I think he fell for him the moment Armin first spoke to him, either that or when Armin first told him about the ocean.

He freakin’ loves Armin.

When he was eaten by that titan saving Armin, he only thought about two people his mom and Armin.

“And I saw the look in your eyes….that’s when I realized for the first time I wasn’t free.” - Eren Jaeger to/about Armin Arlert in ch. 73

It is for that very reason he saved Armin from that titan.

And y'all that’s just from the beginning of the series (the quote from ch. 73 is Eren talking about what he felt when Armin was about to be eaten that that titan that ends up eating him.)

This is just the tip of the eremin iceberg.

But y'all still want to ship Eren with someone twice his age.

There is no love there.

Where are y'all finding that love?

When mr.twice-his-age kicked/beat him? That ain’t love, that’s abuse no matter the intention mr.t-h-a had.

Has Armin ever hurt Eren intentionally? Or vice-versa? I don’t think so.

Ugh why isn’t eremin more popular?

It’s one of the few ships in this series that actually makes sense.