will do the rest later or tomorrow

Shark Week

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Talk of periods and things associated with periods

Prompt: Dean tries to convince Y/N that he’s not embarrassed by her period, and she shouldn’t be either. He tries his hardest to take care of her in these miserable days.

A/N: This is my very late submission for @jayankles “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge” my quote was “Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – Marie, The AristoCats It is Bolded in the fic.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

You moaned as you woke up way too early for your liking and in a lot more pain than normal. The hunt the other day was rough but it wasn’t that rough. It wasn’t rough enough to make you feel like tiny gremlins were stabbing you in the abdomen and back and some other little devil was pumping air into your stomach and making it swell like a balloon.

On the bright side, at least you weren’t pregnant.

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Love or hate ?

Originally posted by anotherbush

GIF not mine 

Alec Lightwood x Female! Reader 

NSFW

Warnings : mentions of sex , angry Alec , angry reader , make out , swearing , smut

     “ Alec , come down for breakfast ! How much time do you need to spend on that bathroom ?” Isabelle asked as she was sitting on her brothers bed waiting to tell him the news . 

     “ If you cooked I would prefer to fight with a bunch of demons without weapons instead of eating that food .” Isabelle chuckled when she heard what her brother said .

     “ I didn’t cooked , (Y\N) did . So you will better hurry up !” Isabelle got up right when Alec got out .

     “ Who’s (Y\N) ?” Alec asked confused he knew only one person with this name and she could piss him off just by opening her mouth and she was his sisters parabatai . Isabelle suffered very much as she haven’t had her parabatai close for a few years but it was her choice not to leave with (Y\N) .

     “(Y\N) , my parabatai , the one that you are in love with .” Izzy always felt this tension between the two of them and she knew that they will do a wonderful pair .

     “ I’m not Izzy , I don’t know why do you even think about that , you know that me and (Y\N) hate each other ?” Alec said as he didn’t wanted his sister to think that she was right even if what she said was true .

     “ There’s a thin line between love and hate , brother , a very thin line .” Isabelle teased before going out Alec following after her .

     “ (Y\N) is really back ?” Jace asked as he appeared out of nowhere .

     “ Yes , I am .” you said appearing suddenly in front of them . You hugged Jace tightly as you missed him a lot while being away . Then your eyes met with the cold ice glare that Alec gave to you . He was the most beautiful boy that you ever meet . He was charming , a good fighter , smart and even funny and adventurous when he wasn’t thinking about the law . You loved him from the moment you met him but the cold glares and constant insults kept you away and after a while you started to talk with him just like he talked with you . Things got even worst when you accepted to be Izzys parabatai and what we should say about the moment when you decided to leave and left Izzy behind as she didn’t wanted to leave her family.

     Besides the fact that Alec hated you with all his might you still couldn’t control yourself and you feelings took over you . You hugged him even if you never was good friend with him , after such along time you needed to feel him body next to yours , to hear his heart beating against yours . 

     “ Long time not to see you , rule-boy !” you said and Alec pushed you away coldly a expression of disgust plastered on his face .

     “ If you ask me not even 1000 million years wouldn’t be long enough .” Alec said and your eyes widened , for one moment everybody could see the hurt in your eyes and the tears forming at their base but you regained your self-control fast and turned your back to them .

     “ So who’s hungry ?” you asked walking to the kitchen the others following after you . You ate in complete silence , actually playing in your food in complete silence , approving Izzy whenever she asked you something , you felt really off after Alec rejecting you so brutally . After they ate you took the plates and told them to go do something else , you put the plates on the sink and hot , salty tears started to steam down your face . Izzy wanted to talk to you but when she saw how bed you have been feeling she just helped you up the stairs to your room and laid in your bed allowing you to cry in his arms as much as you wanted .

     “ It’n not worth it (Y\N) , my brother doesn’t deserves your tears , you are way to good for him .” Izzy said caressing your back slowly in a calming motion .

     “ But I never did something to him to hate me that way , I always loved him but he just keeps rejecting me and hurting he , he just keeps hating me even if I never hurt him , I never did something for him to do this to me , I always tried to get close to me but he just keeps pushing me away and hating me . H e never liked me Izzy , all that he wanted was to get rid of me ass fast as he could from the moment when I first appeared here , but I grew close to you and we became parabatai and he hated me even more from that day , he always said that I mean just trouble and he always hated me , I wish  just knew what I have done to him ?” you said as you sobbed in Izzys shoulder .

     “ You have never done something to him , he is just to blind to see what a wonderful girl you are and how much you love him .” She said kissing your forehead , “ He is stupid (Y\N) ! He doesn’t deserves your love !” You blink softly and get your face out Izzys shoulder . Your eyes are red and puffy , the iris haves a bright green color and your cheeks are stained with tears .

     “ You are the best ! I alway knew that you were the right choice !” you said ad hugged Izzy to your chest .


     Alec was outside listening to you and Izzy talking , he never knew that you loved him , he always thought that you were thinking that you were good enough for him . 

     “ Izzy could you leave me and (Y\N) alone for a moment ?” Alec asked as he suddenly got into the room , the tone of his voice nothing but demanding . Izzy smiled weakly to you and got out closing the door after her .

     “ What ? Did you came here to see me suffering ? This is the way that you like to see me Alexander , you like seeing me this broken and to know that you made me this way ?” you asked more tears rolling down your cheeks , Alec approached you slowly and sat on your bed looking in your eyes whit an expression that you never got to see on his face until now .

     His hands whip your tears out your face tenderly and he is still looking into your eyes . He gets up and rips his shirt of .

      He pushes you down into the matters and his lips are inches apart from yours .

     “ You don’t know how much I have been waiting to do this (Y\N) . I love you !” He said and his lips were pressing on your seconds after that .

     His lips traveled down your neck making you moan . All your clothes disappeared in a matter of minutes and Alec’s did the same . You were soon naked , bodies pressed to each other lust and love floating in the air , lips and hands traveling and touching everything , moans of pleasure being heard all over the room . Alec’s lips found yours again as he slid slowly into you tight body . 

     You were moving in sink , a light layer of sweat on both yours and Alec’s body . “ Fuck … Alec … “ you moaned as his body was bringing you to the highest on the universe . 

     “ Say it again … say my name again baby . Tell me who owns you .” Alec said seductively , his lips finding the soft spot on you neck as he was pushing himself deep into you .

     “ Alec … oh by the Angel Alec … I … I can’t take it any longer Alec . “ You said as your muscles tightened around Alec .

    “ Come for me baby .” he said and you released calling his name . Your orgasm caused Alec’s and he ended on top of you . His lips kissed your forehead , nose , cheeks , eyelids before finding your lips and kissing you softy .

      He rolled off and brought you on his arms , your head resting against his chest .

     “ Alec ,” you mutter slowly and he hums in response “ You will won’t act like nothing happened tomorrow , right ?” you asked looking in his eyes as you were afraid of finding out the truth .

    “ I won’t (Y/N) , I love you way to much to do this to you .”

    “ I love you to .” you said kissing his lips .

    “ Alec , Izzy told me that I will find you here , I … “ Jace entered the room and his eyes widened as he was shocked a little bit by what he saw . “ Sorry for disturbing . See you later and have fun .” Jace said ad walked out of the room happy that Alec finally got with you .


     “ Guess what ? “ Alec said as he got in Izzy’s room and saw her and Clary talking . 

     “ What now Jace ?” Izzy said . 

     “ They got together .” Jace said and Izzy jumped hugging him . 

     “ Oh my god , I have to go and congratulate my them .” Izzy said as he was already walking to the door .

     “ We should do that in the morning , I already interrupted them .” Jace said and Izzy tuned around .


     You fell asleep in Alec’s arms feeling protected in his strong arms . “I’ll always love you .” Alec whispers and kisses your lips softly before falling asleep himself .

Sharpie Promises

Originally posted by escaped-ocelot

Raphael x Reader

Sharpie Promises

Note: I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the 2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.

Raphael wasn’t human. He had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.

It wasn’t until he was working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine it.

Hi.

Messy black letters written in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it, afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was writing on his arm with an invisible marker.

So, it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but um, hi.

A long pause. Raph stared in amazement, too shocked to say anything.

You’re probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.

He had never run so fast in his life.

“Woah, woah, watch it!” Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the empty space on his arm.

Wait.

***

Your heart raced as a response finally appeared.

Wait.

Big, messy letters that you could tell had been written in a rush.

I’m here. Who are you? What’s happening?

You stared at the letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away, probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.

I’m (Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does, but I’ve always been too shy to try.

***

Soulmate.

Raph’s heart skipped a beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He actually had…Oh my God.

“Raph, are you crying?” Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a little misty.

“N-no. I just got dirt in my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.

“Whatcha doin’?” the youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”

“I guess so.” Raph shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.

“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was scientifically possible for you…for us to have…”

“Are you serious?” Leo came over to look.

“What do I look like? A freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.

Soulmate, huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.

***

What are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK

Something like that.

So where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?

New York, New York.

Seattle, Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?

Something like that…

***

You wrote to Raphael until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name was Raphael. He was from New York.

But at least he existed. It could be a lot worse.

It wasn’t until about noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your arm off to give you more room to write.

Good morning.

You wake up at noon?

Only when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.

Fair enough.

So how’s your day been?

Overwhelming.

Fair enough.

***

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.

“Go away!”

“Dude, we just wanna watch.” Mikey whined.

“Go! Away!”

“All right, sheesh,” Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.

So…

He wrote.

What’cha wanna talk about?

I don’t know.

What’s it like in Seattle?

Rainy. What’s it like in New York?

Noisy. He replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Same.

Nice. How tall are you?

Like 6’5”-ish.

Holy shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.

Kiss you. He was going to kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach, but he tried to play it off.

You a shorty?

Compared to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)

He smiled.

Got any hobbies? You asked.

Ninjitsu, bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…

Uh, I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.

Mr. Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.

So what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?

Oh you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.

Sounds fun.

It is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve just applied to) there?

***

After a long day of talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.

After replying, he knew it was time to go to sleep.

I’m wiped. I gotta sleep.

Oh, okay. Goodnight Raph.

Night, (nickname).

I love you.

His heart skipped a beat.

I love you too.

I can’t wait to meet you.

Already countin’ down the days, babe.

Me too.

***

Weeks later, you got an idea.

So, theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?

I don’t have a Skype.

I want to hear your voice.

I can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?

Why?

Because I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or be afraid of me.

I want to see you for the first time in person.

All right then. Here’s my number.

You waited in bated breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.

“Hey there.” You could hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of his laugh.

“Hey yourself,”

“Oh my God, I love your voice.” You gushed.

“I love yours too, shorty.”

“Aaaaah! Your accent is so hot!”

“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.

“Ooh, are you talking to (Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”

“No, you can’t. Shoo.”

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“My little brother.” Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey, go away!”

“But-!”

“Go away!”

“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”

“Mikey, leave Raph alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”

“I was gushing over your very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”

“Ah. Right.” He tried not to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too!”

***

“Did you get it yet?” Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.

But nonetheless, he had sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he supposed.

“It came in today! I haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“All right.” Raph listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through the tissue paper.

“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing! I love it! You really made this?”

“I did.” He smirked. You held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately, tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the intricate little grooves.

“I’m never taking it off, I hope you know that.”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

A nervous little laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”

“It couldn’t come soon enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months until I get to see you.”

“Well, you rest up, shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”

“Good night. I love you.”

“I love ya too. Night.”

When he hung up, he stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?

***

You were full of jitters when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern world.

“I’m here! I just landed! When do you want to meet up?”

“Um, how about you get settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”

“Okay.” Your heart raced. “Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”

“Sounds like a plan. Stay safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”

“See you.” When you hung up, Raph started to pace through the lair.

“I’m going to see her tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna hate me.”

“Statistically, after ten months of-”

“No more science bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her again!”

“It’ll be fine, Raph. You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you. We’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“I guess we’ll find out tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was not going to be pretty. He knew it.

***

After you had unpacked and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled. Well, that might make things a little easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.

“Who’s that?” April asked after you hung up.

“My soulmate. He’s the reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”

“More than fine with me.” She smiled. “What’s his name?”

“Raphael.” You told her. Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.

So this was the (Y/N) he had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.

“Nice name.”

“I know, right?” Your phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

“Hey babe, come outside.” You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be down in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.

“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Just…p-promise you won’t scream.”

“Why would I-?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” You stated certainly.

“I, uh, I ain’t exactly…normal.”

“I love you, Raph.”

“You won’t when you see me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.

“Raphael,” You reached out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”

He let out a long sigh, considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.

Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green face under the tattered red bandana.

“All ‘uh this don’t bug you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that I’m a freak?”

“You’re not a freak, Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall in the best possible way. “Not to me.”

“Are ya just sayin’ that because I’m your soulmate?”

“I mean it.” You locked eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”

There wasn’t hatred or fear in your voice, only awe.

“I’m a mutant. A turtle. Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”

“I love turtles,” You whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just about…

You closed the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond, but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.

When you finally pulled away from him, you looked at him for a long time.

“Hey do you wanna come up for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.

“Yeah, sure April. Are the guys coming?”

“Just got off the phone with Leo. They’re on their way.”

“Wait, you two know eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and taking you with him. God, he was so tall.

“We go way back.” April smiled. “I named him.”

“What?”

“Long story. Come on, shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you met my brothers, huh?”

***

After you had met his brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.

“I love you, Raphael.” You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.

“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so right.

@turtllinis @turtimagines @turtlebaes @anetteshortie @imagineninjaturtles @imaginetmnt @totally-turtle-imagines @immortal-turtles

Texts Between Strangers

Note: female/woman ‘reader’


Hey, it was really nice meeting you last night. Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow? This is Cisco btw.

The text pops up on your phone screen as you’re scrolling through social media. You’ve been lounging in bed on this rainy Saturday morning planning on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day but binge watch The Walking Dead and order thai take out later. You just stare at the text for a minute, blinking.

You definitely didn’t give your number to anyone last night because all you did yesterday was pull a double shift at Jitters because they’ve been short staffed lately. A long day at work usually left you looking a bit wrecked so you’re damn sure there wasn’t anyone slipping their digits your way either.

This person has the wrong number.

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Whatever It Takes - Part One

so, after many jokes about Lin being pregnant and death wishes, @buckybarneshairpullingkink and i finally present part one :)

Summary: SingleDad!Lin x Reader

Length: 1,904 words

Warnings: None

Tagged: @masophistic @huffleheyguys @angerybisexual @consumed-by-musicals @aham-threw-his-shot-away @meyers-princess @fangirlwithasweettooth @alexis-the-zombie @linmanuclmiranda @hamilsnavi @nesthemonster @always-blame-jefferson @manuelmiranduh @hamilsquad-writings @yayhamletnonstop @theseedshamiltonplanted @the-and-peggy @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @god-damn-it-miranda @auliicavralho @daintyhibiscus

apologies and please shoot me a message if i forgot to tag you!

prologue || reviews fuel us <3

The apartment looked strangely daunting with nothing in it. Where everything once had its place, there is now nothing: the coffee table - a moving-in gift from your mother - had been sold, alongside the couch and the bed, the fridge sold, and all your groceries that had once sat inside lined up on the kitchen counter. Even your dying house plant had been thrown away that very morning, despite your long-time love for the greenery. The entire place felt as though it had been gutted, hollowed out. This was your home for nine years. Now, you stood in a place you no longer recognised.

You sighed. On the counter, partially hidden beneath the insuperable mountain of groceries, your phone lit up with a series of new text messages. Since you’d called three months earlier to announce to your family that you’d be returning home, your mother hadn’t left you alone on the subject. You knew she only wanted to help, but endless phone calls and text messages offering you ideas of what to do with your leftover furniture and belongings were erring on the edge of annoying.

Still, no matter how lonesome the apartment felt, you couldn’t get over the idea of returning home. In a few weeks, someone new would find themselves settled between these walls, and you would be at home, telling tales of your adventures to all those you hadn’t seen in however-many-years.

Excitement bubbled and rose. You could almost forget about the dismissal of your house plant and the loss of your small, albeit comfortable, English home.

With one final scan over the place, you placed your suitcases by the door. Most of your heftier possessions had already been shipped back to America, where they would sit in the spare room of your parents’ house until you found a decent place to live. Tomorrow, when you flew out, you’d take with you only your clothes and bare necessities. Tonight would be a night slept on a borrowed air mattress.

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Jimin Scenario: The Love We Share.

Request: Hey, Can you write a scenario where jimin get so envolve with his daughter, spending all his spare time off work with her only, and y/a feeling left out from both him and her daughter, she couldn’t talk it through. Didn’t want to be selfish in anyway, so just hope he’ll notice but he doesn’t. And one day she just leave with a note of all her daughter needs. “& maybe saying where/ how long is she leaving” like “ i needed a break for couple days” i hope you understand what i’m trying to say 🙊 Y/A doesn’t have to leave the house, you can resolve it in any other way, like jimin finding her crying. Or shifting her behavior, or him waking up not finding her in bed/house. Idk you can just choose whatever. 

Genre: Family / Drama.


-Come on Minah, hurry!- Jimin’s voice was heard through your house and then the giggles of Minah coming running from her room to the living room where his father was waiting for her.

You saw it all from your spot in front of the TV, you didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could imagine. Jimin was dressed like he was going out but he hadn’t told you anything and then there came Minah running to you, she was wearing pink pants, sneakers and a white shirt.

-You forgot your jacket- Jimin laughed and she giggled running back to her room to fetch the jacket.

-Are you going out?- you asked making Jimin look at you and then stepped closer to where you were, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

-Yes, just for a little while-

You nodded, bitting your lip as you saw your daughter trotting back. -I’m ready daddy!- she squealed going directly to Jimin who patted her head. 

-Let’s go-

-Wait- you cleared your throat. -Where are you going?-

-For ice cream!- Minah cheered making Jimin laugh.

-We will get some ice cream, want us to bring you some?-

You sighed, fighting the feeling of hurt that spread around your chest, it wasn’t the first time this happened but as each time you couldn’t help it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do or say anything either. 

-No, it’s ok-

-Really?- Jimin insisted as Minah pulled his hand to hurry him. 

Sighing again you smiled the best you could. -Strawberry and chocolate chips-

Jimin nodded and threw you a kiss. -See you later Y/N!-

You turned off the TV, standing to go to your room and look for some work to do to occupy your head with something, you felt selfish with your current thoughts, but was it so wrong to want to be part of the moment? You also wanted to make great memories and have fun. It wasn’t that you didn’t want ice cream, it was that you wanted to be there and eat it together, but Jimin and Minah were recently doing everything just the two of them, you liked how happy they were, but then you also wanted to be a part of it.

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In Your Head - Part 4

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,129

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“I’m going to kill him…”.

Jughead sprung up after uttering the words and made his way out of the library.
“Jughead!”, you screamed after him.

Jughead paused in front of Betty with such a stern look, Kevin looked in awe and in fear from the kitchen. “Where is he?!” You had never heard Jughead really shout before, not out of anger at least.

Abruptly answering while looking at you, “He left after you knocked him down” Betty answered.

“Jughead!”, you tried calling to his attention again.

Archie and Veronica had joined in the kitchen by now, still trying to determine what had happened outside.

“I need your keys!”, Jughead pushed out his hand giving a look to Archie that practically scared the ginger out of his own pale skin.

“Maybe we should go…” Veronica interjected grabbing Kevin’s elbow.

“Forsythe!” You finally caught his attention along with the rest of the kitchen.

Veronica sat back down on her stool, “Never mind….” while amazed at what name just came out of your mouth that commanded Jughead’s attention.

He paused, looked at you, and within a split second his whole face softened.
While moving his eyes to his feet, “Sorry”, he mumbled.

“Can we just get out of here?”, you walked up to him and reached for his hand.

Archie looked at you once again reaching for his keys out of his pocket, you stopped him. “No, that’s alright, we’re walking”. Archie gave a reassuring smile.

“Can I get my stuff at your place?”, you turned back to Veronica.

“Okay, but we’re talking about ALL of this later”. You gave a nod in answer. 

“Do you want us to come with you”? Betty had interjected, knowing more what was going on than anyone else in the group.

You shook your head while giving a reassuring smile.
“There’s a key to the front under the smallest potted plant”.Veronica looked back at Kevin who still seemed astonished by the use of the name Forsythe.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow, and have a good rest of your night, okay?”, you looked to everyone’s eyes and they either let out an agreement or a nod.
While still holding Jughead’s hand, you led him out the front door.


He was quiet for a few minutes until you broke the silence. “Sorry for using a name you loathe back there”.

“It’s okay, it was warranted”. Still holding your hand he was looking at his feet while mustering up his next second statement. “I want to kill him”.

“Part of me still does too”, you confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?” He finally looked to you with his silver blue eyes.

“I was scared, for lots of reasons. For one, THAT reaction”. One thing you shared with Jughead was a similar exaggeration to certain words in your speech. “Another…before Betty today, only my therapist has known”.

“You’ve been seeing someone then? About this?” While a little surprised he understood why.

“Not just for that reason, but yes. Before you, even before everything with Chuck last year, I’ve had a lot of issues. I mean mostly my life just being that, but none of it exactly typical….“ Your words once again, started to fade from you. 

You made it to the front of Veronica’s house. Found the key and opened the door to the very large home. You walked with Jughead to Veronica’s room, looking for your bag and the rest of your stuff you had laying around. You opened your bag and saw your pill bottle. You knew you were finally going to tell him everything. As nervous as you were, you just threw everything in your bag, unconsciously sighing. “Come on”. You grabbed his hand again, and with a determined look you made your way to Archie’s house. 

He waited a few minutes before stopping you on your rather fast paced walk. “I know I’ve asked this a lot today, but are you okay?”. He grasped a side of your face with his palm. 

 “Yeah I’ll be alright, I just want to get to your place”. 

He gave a surprised look. One as to calling it his place as he still very much saw it as Archie’s. Two, he retorted vocally, “I thought I was walking you to your house?”. 

 “No, I don’t feel like being there tonight. I want to be with you. I need to talk to you about all of this and it’s probably time”. You said it more determined than intentioned. 

 He could tell you were getting nervous. “If you don’t want to tell me, Y/N, that’s okay. There’s not any pressure of me putting any of this on you". 

 “No. Ever since you told me about your parents a few weeks ago, what happened with your dad and everything, I’ve wanted to tell you. It’s kind of a lot I know in one night, but I need to get this out and there is no where safer than when I’m with you. I know that”. You hadn’t ever told him before of what being around him truly meant to you. 

 He gave that great smile again. He pulled you in to hug you first before laying on a very heavy kiss. This time it was his turn to say it, “come on”.


 You had made it to his house and he unlocked the door. Fred was out of town for the weekend and Archie probably knew better than to be back yet and it being only 10, it seemed plausible he wouldn’t be back until Valerie and the Pussycat’s were done playing at Cheryl’s. He led you to his room. 

You had been in the kitchen and living room a few times whether it be to watch a movie or to make Jughead and Archie something that couldn’t be found at Pop’s. And while he had been there a little over a month, you still hadn’t seen the upstairs. While being present in the moment that Jughead had punched out Chuck had sobered you, you were still a little tipsy and took every step carefully.

 You entered into his room. He didn’t have much around, but you could tell what posters were his as well as stash of cds and old records. You looked to the right side of the room and saw a bookshelf, practically filled to the fullest like your own. And on one of the shelves was a stack of books you yourself had let him borrow. One’s with new pages cornered. You smiled, seeing how whenever you usually saw Jughead in his free time, he was on his laptop writing versus reading something you gave him. “You read them all huh?”. You turned to him with a smile.

 “Of course. I already loved reading, you just enhanced the genres”. He gave a loving smile while leading you to the bed to sit down.

 1….2…..3…..you opened your bag while saying the first thing you wanted to tell him. “Well here’s one thing”. You gave him the pill bottle. 

 “What’s are these for?”. He was reading all of the label now. 

4…5…6… “I suffer from extreme anxiety and depression and I’ve been on them since this”. You took off your cardigan, while you could tell he was mentally noting that he had never really seen your bare arms before. You yourself had almost forgotten you were in a full crop top from Veronica. He touched your somewhat healed scars from years back, one a bit more recently than the others. 

You went into the story of that one. How after last year, after Chuck, you didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere. That you had honestly never really fit anywhere. About the breakdown you had, how long you were in the hospital for and then you went into your family. 

How your mother didn’t really understand the point of “mental health”, and while she gave a good fake face to those who didn’t know her - that sometimes the worst monsters, were those found at home. You went into how she acted mentally, in and out of anger spells. And how when it was really bad, there was more than just emotional abuse. You went into why your confidence as a person was so down, and how it always started with her. Never thin enough, never smart enough and never pretty enough. You said all this while looking away until then end when you turned your body and moved your hair to probably the worse thing your mother had ever done to you physically. And on the side of your shoulder, you showed the burn marks. Still somewhat heavy in skin healing over as you could still easily feel the raised scars. You turned and explained that while it had been years since that one, that it came from the time you last told someone what it was like at home. 7th grade when you had told a teacher. But with your parents facade on the outside, no one had really bothered to believe you. You finally looked back to Jughead’s eyes. He locked his eyes on to your back. 

Before, when you had told him about Chuck, he was heavily angered while feeling something horrible for you. And while he had experienced a more than less perfect parent, and had some instances with his father of his own, he hadn’t expected this. 

 “I’m sorry it’s a lot. I know, we haven’t been dating that long. Heck, you’ve only known me for about 6 months…but with everything else that happened tonight, I needed to tell you everything. I couldn’t lie to you about all of this anymore…”. You looked away from his face, ashamed of your life’s scars. 

 His concerned face was brought back. “How long since the last time she….”. 

You cut him off, knowing that this would be a question. “Once in the last 9 months. Around my birthday, she’s never really okay around any holiday”, your mind thought back to certain instances in your life. “She found out she has a severe heart disease and since the amount of medications they put her on, she’s been better. Still distant as a parent…but better to us at least”. 

 “Your brother..?” 

You cut him off again “Yeah, but I always tried to make sure if something was happening, she’d focus on me instead. I’m easier for her to get at…”. You paused again and started hearing your mother’s voice and what she would scream at you. 

 Instead of if you were okay or going out to now “kill” your mother, Jughead looked at you again. Holding your hands with tears in his eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”. 

 “My mother wise, no. My Dad stays away from it himself, he leaves on “business trips” a lot. And again, she’s been better. As for me…you could just hold me”. 

 “I can do that, but first I need to tell you something”. You looked at him with questionable eyes as he put his hands around your hips. “You are the most caring, intelligent and most beautiful woman I have ever met and will probably know in my lifetime. You are more and deserve more than what you have been handed. You are amazing, and I plan to show you that whenever I can”. He grabbed the side of your face again and brought your mouth into his. He stopped to realize you were crying again and lifted his head looking into your eyes making sure you were okay. 

 You smiled and gave a small laugh while wiping your tears. “It’s okay, they’re happy tears”. You brought him back to your lips while moving his body back to the bed. You held him by his neck kissing him deeply. You really hadn’t felt like anyone in your life was home before. Not before him. Your body was on top of his now. Your legs over his. You kissed him harder and a little faster.  He could feel the tension in your body, it wanting more. He paused and pulled your head from his. 

“We don’t have to do this now. I love you Y/N, without all of this”, he motioned his head down to both of your bodies. It was the first time he said those words yet you had thought about saying them 20 times by now, 5 times in instances just that day. 

 “I love you too. And I want this. I have a connection to you more than anyone else and”, you paused as you were a bit nervous “I want to show you how much you mean to me”. 

 He smiled, “I already know how much”. 

 You gave a gleeful smile back, “but now I want to show you”.

Some anons asked for Xros Wars! Lapidot and I couldn’t say no :3c so here a redraw from a scene from ep 50~

Tease

Summary: “So I read your Isaac fanfiction and absolutely loved it. And I have a request for you to do another Isaac one. Maybe like the reader gets jealous and is best friends with Scott so she tries to make Isaac jealous? You’re such a great writer and I love your stories!” 

Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst, swearing, flirtation, minor smut, etc. 

Your P.O.V

I growled lowly, shuffling my books from side to side. Glancing back at Isaac, I wanted to scream. A girl, considered to be popular, primarily because she was well known, not because she was liked, ran her hands up and down his chest, laughing with such a strong facade, it made me want to throw up. I had to take deep, slow breaths to remain remotely calm. Ever since he turned, he was more confident, more outgoing, more flirtatious. It was as if he knew he was attractive, not the cool kind, the dickish kind, and used it to his dark advantage. And ever girl wanted to be with him or on him. The thought made me nauseous. 

I slam my locker shut, the sound echoing throughout the halls because it was that loud. For a split second, Isaac tore his gaze away from the girl, glancing my way, only to smirk. It was as if he knew I was mad- jealous. Not that I would verbally say it. I scoff, rolling my eyes as Scott made his way towards me. Scott Mccall, my best friend, since, diapers. (Yes, I just quoted Heathers. What can I say, I’m a slut for musicals.) He leaned against my locker, giving me his signature puppy dog smile. I could never ever say no or be sad around him. He wouldn’t allow it. Scott was always, always there for me. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N). What’s wrong?” I gave him a look, one that he has seen a thousand times before. “It’s Isaac again, isn’t it?” I lean against my locker, not daring to look at my best friend. I don’t want to. “I can’t help how I feel towards him. And the worst part, he knows and teases, practically taunts me.” I sigh, pondering. He puts his arm around me, giving me a reassure smile. “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). I’m sure everything will be okay. Things will work out. I promise.” He lifts my chin up, kissing my head. In that moment, I could’ve sworn that I heard a low growl. I look back over my shoulder to see Isaac watching Scott, practically fuming. 

I turn my gaze forward before our eyes could meet. We walk to class, Scott’s embrace tight on me. People often looked at us and thought we were dating. But we weren’t. We were playful but not together together. Scott kissed my head again as he walked me to my class. “How ‘bout we get ice cream tonight? My treat?” I smile, nodding. “That sounds fun. I’ll see you later.” We do our signature handshake before I head into class. The rest of the day, my mind pondered and stirred. Why was Isaac so mad at Scott? He only seemed to be tense around me? And then a brilliant idea hit me like a brick. Tomorrow, I was going to make Isaac jealous. 

That night at the ice cream shop, I told Scott about my idea. The whole while, he was laughing, but in the end, he agreed. The next day, I put on the sexiest school appropriate outfit that I could find. We had let the others- well, everyone that wasn’t Isaac, know about the plan. Excitedly, I push the doors open. Everyone looked at me, their jaws down to the floor. Especially Isaac. Perfect. I head to my locker, winking at him as I pop it open. I could feel his eyes boring into me. Everything was set in place. Now, it was Scott’s turn. He came in next, looking incredibly attractive with his hair slicked back, black jacket and a tight shirt. 

If I wasn’t his best friend, I would pounce on him like the other girls were aching to do. But he was. So, no. He swaggers over to me, his smile practically swooning the girls around him. I almost have to cover my mouth to hide my laugh. But I don’t. I hold my books to my chest as he puts his hand over my head, like boys did in the old movies. “Hey, (Y/n). You look hot today.” He has to bite his lip to stop a smile from forming. “You don’t look to bad yourself, Mccall.” I smirk like I practiced. “How ‘bout you and I get outta here?” He says seductively, probably practiced too. I nod, taking his hand, pulling him to one of the empty classrooms. 

We close the door, waiting. The door turns to open, I push Scott towards me, kissing him passionately. It takes me a minute but his hands fly to my waist, pushing and pressing sensually. A low growl comes from behind us, someone pushes Scott off me. Isaac. Bingo. “Stay away from her.” I get up, standing between the two of them. “Why? It’s not like you care or you’re gonna do anything about it?!” And before I could even comprehend the situation, he pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me hard, I almost fell back. However, he kept one hand roughly on my waist and the other on my face. When he let go, he whispered, almost inaudible. “You’re mine.” I smirk, glancing back at Scott. 

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“Thanks, Scott. I’ll see you at lunch.” He gave me a high five before walking off. Isaac looked between the two of us, completely bewildered. “What?” I giggle slightly. “Scott is my best friend. I’m not dating him. I’ve liked you for, god know’s how long. We came up with a plan to make you jealous, and it worked.” He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re such a tease.” I bit my lip, kissing him slowly. “You have no idea.” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

Oui (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.) Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:

A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon choupinette. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated. 


Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals.  Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days.  Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor.  Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.

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Fic: Nobody Else (Philip/Lukas)

Summary: Five Times Philip and Lukas are total besties and one time Lukas sort of has an epiphany. (Or: there are no murders, Lukas and Philip become best friends, and stuff happens.)

A/N: Okay, I have such a friendship kink. Like, if you can’t be BFFs with your s/o then why bother, right? And I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way these two connect and also, well, they are kind of dumb when it comes to feelings, which is something I can relate to. So that’s my excuse for writing this. It was meant to be a short 1k ficlet but I don’t know why I even still pretend I can be succinct.

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Lukas is trailing after Philip to the edge of the Caldwell’s property, not really understanding where they’re going or why.

“Are you ever going to tell me where you’re dragging me off to?” he asks.

Philip looks back at him and shakes his head, waves Lukas on. “Nope. It’s a surprise. Calm down. It’s not that much further.”

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The Meet Cute

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, angst, Soulmate!AU

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Prompt by @yourtropegirl and @bkwrm523:  Imagine Tony goes on an Epic Bender, maybe loses a whole weekend.  Huge chunk of time.  He wakes up, finally sober.  It takes him a little while, because hangover, but he eventually notices HOLY SHIT HE MET HIS SOULMATE LAST WEEKEND.  New tattoo.  And he remembers NOTHING.  Naturally, he’s/she’s staying away because he’s/she’s shy, or whatever.  Imagine the lengths Tony’s going to to find out who tf he/she is. 

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Tony groaned as his alarm went off - the shrill sound echoing through the quiet room. His head felt like it was about to explode, as he slowly reached his arm out to shut the damn thing off. However, he didn’t manage and instead just ripped the whole thing out of the wall. As he pushed his face further into the pillows, his own A.I. interrupted the silence.

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That Was Something- Cole Smut

Request:  Omg, omg, omg please do this request I beg. Could you do one where the reader and cole are both currently working in riverdale together and like cole and her have to kiss for a scene and cole after it cole confesses his feelings for the reader and then smutty smut smut!!!

Warnings: Mild language, smut.

Notes: y/c/n = your characters name. Also, I know that Jughead is asexual, but Cole did confirm that he’s not yet in the show, as he [Jug] is still figuring out his sexuality. And I’m pretty sure he said that there might be a kiss or something with Betty in the show, not to mention that in the comics, Jughead gets kissed by Veronica. 
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*YOUR P.O.V*

I was reading through today’s script of Riverdale and pacing up and down my trailer, when I saw something that caught my eye: - y/c/n & Jughead kiss -. I froze and stared at the word ‘kiss’.  I froze and stared at the word ‘kiss’. Cole and I are really close - but as friends. Nerves spiked up in me and my heart pumped faster and hard. My daze got cut when there was a knock at my door. I opened it, revealing my makeup artist, Daisy. 

“We’re ready for you”, she smiled. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost”

“What? Y-yeah, I’m fine”, I stuttered as we walked to the makeup section of the set. 

– Riverdale Scene –

“And action!”, the director calls out. 

“Okay, but we have to find out why Polly had a breakdown. It’s got to be more than just her parents not supporting her relationship with Jason”, I sighed, and half-sat on the table behind me, and put my head in my hands, sighing once more. Jughead and I were working on the Murder Board and putting all the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Hey hey, we’re gonna figure this out. We have Betty - we could always ask her to find out”, Jughead reassured me, taking my hands in his own and intertwining our fingers together. “Let’s take a break for now, yeah?”. I nodded and looked at him. 

“Well, what do you wanna do now?”, I asked. 

“Can I try something?”

“Of course, what?”

“This”, before I could say anything, Jughead’s lips smashed against mine and our lips moved in sync. We pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other.

“And cut! That was great guys. We’ll pick this up tomorrow. Everyone else, take 5″, the director called out, snapping Cole and I out of our gaze. My cheeks flushed red, and so did his. 

“Well, that was something”, Cole laughed. A smile crept up on my face. “Hey, can I take you out to dinner later? - seeming as we don’t have any more scenes to do today”

“Of course, let me just get changed and I’ll be right with you”, I smiled and headed for my trailer. 

– Dinner –

Cole and I sat at a booth in Denny’s about a couple blocks away from set. We were just having a casual conversation, when we both realised that we had finished out meal.  

“Y/n… I need to tell you something”, Cole said, suddenly getting nervous. 

“Yeah sure, what’s up?”

“I like you. As in like-like you. You don’t have to like me back, but I just though you should know in case I accidentally say something at an interview or something”, he confesses. 

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“Cole”, I say, placing my hand on top of his. “I like you too”, I smile and laugh at his reaction. 

“Really?!”

“Of course!”, I laugh. 

“Should we get back now?”, Cole asks. I nod and grab my bag. Cole and I fought about who paid the check. He ended up paying and we both left. It was really dark outside as it was now late at night. About a block into our walk back, Cole stops. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah”, he smiles and leans down and kisses me under a lamp-post. We stood, kissing for a while before continuing walking back to the set, hand-in-hand.

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Once we got back, Cole pulled me into his trailer, and as soon as he closed and locked the door behind him, he turned to me and kissed me hard. We walked backwards until we both fell on the bed. We laughed for a bit, before carrying on kissing. Cole kissed down my neck, searching for my weak spot. I moaned out quietly, and Cole knew that he’d found it because he sucked on it, marking his territory. My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled at the ends, earning a low groan from Cole. That was the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. One sound from Cole, made me feel so wet. I bucked my hips up, aiming for some friction. 

“Fuck”, Cole breathed into my neck. He sat up and took off his shirt and jeans, as did I. Cole attacked my neck again. He kissed lower, down to my collar bones and down the valley between my boobs, slipping hand behind me and skillfully unclipping my bra, throwing it behind him. He leaned down and sucked on my right boob, creasing the other with his hand. I let out a quite moan, and bucked my hips up again. Cole continued kissing down my body and stopped at the hem of my panties. He took them off me, again throwing it behind him. I bit my lip as Cole kissed my inner thighs, teasing me. He finally placed a kiss on my wet core, causing me to whimper for more. He kitten licked my clit, before pumping two fingers into my core. I gasped and my hands immediately tangled themselves in his hair, pulling lightly. I felt the knot in my stomach tighten.

“Oh, Cole. Fuck yes! Right there!”, I moan loudly as Cole sucked my clit and pumped his fingers hard and fast into me. 

“Cole, shit. Oh!”, my grip on his hair got tighter and arched my back. Before I could release, he pulled away.

“Cole!”, I raised an eyebrow at him. He winks and kitten licks my clit again. My high approach me again. My moans got louder, but once again, Cole pulled away just as I was about to cum.

“Cole, please”, I pleaded. He sucked my clit again. “Oh don’t stop, don’t st- Cole!”. I let out a frustrated sigh, desperate for some release. Cole laughed and went back to sucking again. he didn’t pull away this time, as I felt my high coming for the third time tonight.

“Cole! Oh yes!”, I scream, releasing all over his fingers. He rode out my high, then pulled his fingers out, sucking them dry.

“Damn, Y/n. You taste delicious”, Cole moaned then smirked at me. He took out a condom from his wallet that was in his jeans, then took his boxers off and crawled back on top of me. He slid on the condom, then lined himself at my entrance, both of us gasping when he pushed himself in. Once he was all the way in, he stayed there for a bit, letting me adjust to his size. 

“M-move”, I whispered. Cole thrusted his hips slowly and carefully. We were both gasping and light moaning. 

“Faster”, I moaned quietly. Cole obey and thrusted his hips faster and harder into me.

“Cole” I moaned out.

“Fuck”, Cole grunted shortly after me, breathing and grunting into the crook of my neck. His thrusts got faster and harder, and Cole had to sit up, wrapping my legs around his waist and gripping my hips.

“I’m c-close”

“Me too, baby”, Cole grunts as he thrusts in me. With just a few more thrusts, I came with a shriek of his name. He came shortly after, disposing the condom, then laid next to me. Both of us were panting. 

“That was something”, I laughed, mocking him from earlier today. Cole laughed and pulled me close to him.

“I’m so glad that the kiss happened. Otherwise, this would’ve”, Cole whispered, and kissed my forehead. 

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BTS Jungkook Scenario: When Paths Cross

Request:  May I pretty please get a scenario where Jungkook meets a foreigner on the set of BTS’ new MV and she’s a dancer and they hit it off

Scenario: Ok anon but this is literally like a dream?? Life goals >_< Sorry for the wait my love, enjoy! xx

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

It had been a day that could only be described as totally unremarkable. The clouds were blocking the sun from casting jet black shadows upon the ground. People seem to go about their everyday business in mundane fashion which could only reflect the shameless monotony of the day. Every minute ticked by agonizingly as you sat on your couch, eyes boring into the back of your phone, willing for it to ring as though your focused iris’ would somehow force it’s jingle to reverberate around your apartment’s walls. Amidst the excruciating silence your mind would often wonder back to the audition; the intense stares of your competition, the staff who would roll off the names and category number of each hopeful dancer and of course, the way their eyes followed each and every move your body made.

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Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!


“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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The Contest-Part 19

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“That’s your brother?” Sam’s surprise was evident.

I wiped a tear from my eye. I’d mourn Leo later, in private. “Crowley said he was a demon and Lucifer’s right-hand man, remember?”

Dean looked extremely annoyed. “Still don’t get why you let him go, Gem.“

“Because Dean, demon or not I know my brother. He is beyond pissed Lucifer didn’t tell him I was Sam’s soulmate. I could hear it in his voice. Sowing the seeds of discord between them could work in our favor.”

“He knew our plan, Gem. Now we can’t do the spell.” Sam commented.

“My brother may be a demon, but he still thinks like a guy, Sam.”

Sam and Dean exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea where I was going with this. Clueless men!

“Let me explain. Most women have warmer weather clothes and cooler weather clothes. My cooler weather clothes I store away when I don’t need them.” I explained.

I walked into what I assumed was Missouri’s bedroom and opened the large closet. Flicking on the light, I began to dig around. Within a few minutes, I had found what I was looking for. I held up a cream-colored cardigan with several dark, wiry hairs clinging to it.

“Is Missouri African-American?“ I asked. Sam nodded.

“Bingo,” I stated triumphantly.

“Damn She’s good,“ Dean remarked to Sam.

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Future Makeup Artist // Jackson Wang (Got7)

Description: You’re visiting a friend in Korea, who happens to be a makeup artist for Got7. One day you’re bored so you go to work with her and you hit it off with Jackson.

Type: Fluff?

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2467

Requested: Yes

Can i get a scenario of Jackson where like your visiting Korea because your friend works there as a make up artist for some famous idols, and like one day your bored so you go to work with your friend and meet some of the people she does make up for and it happens to be got7 and you and Jackson start to hit it off? Tysm in advance!

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Hope you’re taking care of yourselves. I wanted to apologize again for not posting at all for the past week. I’ve had terrible migraines, you know the ones that make you feel really dizzy and nauseous? Yeah, I’ve had those. I think I might need my vision checked. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

I’ve only edited this a couple times, I’ll probably edit it again.


“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We have been cleared to land at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea. We will be landing in approximately 10 minutes.Thank you.”

Fastening my seatbelt, I waited rather impatiently for the plane to land. I was eager to finally get off of this 14 hour flight that I had to take in order to get to Seoul. My best friend, Leigh-Ann moved to South Korea last year after graduating college to pursue a career as both a makeup artist and a stylist. Having not seen her in almost a whole year, I decided that I would come visit her while I was taking a semester off of school. Before boarding my flight, I talked to Leigh-Ann and she is going to meet me at the airport and take me back to her place, which is where I will be staying during my visit.

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Klangst week day 4 - death/injury

Or: Love might just be the death of him.

(Part 1)   (Part 2)   (Part 3)

Lance looked at the faces of the crew. Most of them looked exhausted (Pidge in particular - the squares indented into her cheek told Lance that she’d passed out on her keyboard). Slav was as fidgety as ever, twiddling his many thumbs and muttering under his breath. Kolivan’s face was unreadable - Lance could never tell what that guy was thinking - but even his shoulders were somewhat slumped. He should probably make this quick. Lance cleared his throat, and the room went dead silent. Every eye darted to him. Lance suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious.

“So, um, you’re all probably wondering why Allura called you all here,” he started.

“Well, yeah,” grumbled Pidge. “Where’s the emergency? Also, where’s Keith? He’s usually Mr. Punctuality.”

“There is no emergency,” said Allura. “Lance just has some exciting news to share with the team.” She nodded to him.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Lance took a deep breath. “The Black lion chose me as its new paladin.”

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anonymous asked:

Keith and 70, something fluffy please hihi (love your blog btw! hope you have a great day!)

Shsjjsjsksksks this is kind of bad but it was written very quickly because I’m trying to be a bit more active!!

Also someone please draw this I’m begging


“Listen, Keith, I don’t think this is a good idea! Why don’t we just wait for Allura and she can do it!? I’m sure she’ll know what to do a lot more than us!” You held your hands to his biceps, and pleaded.

“Y/n, calm down.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and resisted snapping at you, he was becoming frustrated.

“Wait! Maybe Coran knows? I know very well the others don’t! Actually, let’s wait for Shiro I’m sure he has experience in this!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you Keith.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Then let me do this, okay?” He put his hands up lightly at you, waving them a bit, and he sat you down on a stool.

You crossed your arms across your chest and huffed, tapping your foot lightly against the ground and groaning.

You heard a snip and tried your best not to flinch. Keith’s hand came into view from over your shoulder as he held a chunk of your hair in front of your face.

“Ohhhh nooooo, I already regret this!” You grasped the hair and held it in your palm, pouting and pouting.

You began to become a bit more relaxed, but so help you if you look into the mirror and Keith gave you a mullet you will forever despise him.

It took about an hour or two to finish, at least that’s what it felt like. But Keith covered your eyes with his hands and led you over to the mirror.

Your eyes were shut very tight, so even when he removed his hands you still couldn’t see a thing, and you were very afraid to see it in the first place.

Keith sighed, explaining to you that everything would be fine. But before you actually gained the courage to open your eyes, Allura came in.

“Y/n, the search for those herbs and plants you needed is complete, just let me know if you nee- OH MY!”

Allura gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at you.

Immediately, you breathed out, turned on your heel toward Keith, and stared him straight in the eyes.

“You have 5 ticks….to get out of my sight…” Your eyes were shut, trying to calm yourself as Keith backed up and fell to the ground after slamming his heel against the stool.

“No wait! It’s not bad! Don’t hurt Keith, it’s fine really!” Allura shouted a bit too loud, causing everyone else in the castle to come in.

“Wow! Might as well invite the rest of the universe in!”

You turned again and stared in the mirror, pure shock and wonder running through you because how in the hell, did he do this?!

“Okay, wow, uh, Keith, what the hell?”

“What? Do you not like it?” He titled his head.

“No, actually I love it! Just, since when could you do this?”

“I lived alone for a good chunk of time, Y/n,” he stood from the floor and dusted his legs off.

“I didn’t want hair down to my ankles.” He chuckled and wiped some strands of hair from your shoulders.

You smiled and hugged him, later on going along with the rest of your day as usual, getting an occasional compliment from someone.


Bonus:

Lance fucking chuckling like no tomorrow in the back and just,,,, “he can do that to her hair but not his own,,, fukcingn mullletT.” And Shiro just elbowing him like shut the fuck up he did his best