yeah yeah i know their hair is back to normal

Headaches & Hair Gel

ballet dancer!Lucy au. Hope you enjoy!

pairing: nalu, with a mention of gruvia

word count: 1003

type: fluff

characters: natsu, lucy, gray, and mention of juvia

“Those ballet dancers are annoying,” Natsu said, slicking his hair back with some gel. After a long workout, his hair was greasy and he didn’t want anything to do with it. And taking a shower was not optional as the boys swim team was in the only remaining ones. He did not want to see any guys in speedos, much less nothing at all.

“I hear ya. They can be real prisses,” Gray said as he smoothed his shirt, then started to unbutton it as usual. He took it off and stuffed it in his gym bag, and Natsu sighed at the action. Being best friends had it’s downfalls such as that, but they agreed on most things.

As the two walked outside the gym to drive back to their apartments, Natsu spotted something strange.

A girl with a long blonde ponytail and her ballet uniform arguing with some guy in gym shorts and a wife beater. The guy wore a snapback on his head, and his face was prettier than most guys’. But the way he acted was far from handsome.

It was odd seeing as gorgeous as a girl as she get so angry. By the tone of her voice and the pointing finger in his face, he had done something wrong. The guy was not backing down, though, and with a smirk on his face he stared at the girl’s chest.

It only made her angrier, and she slapped him on the cheek, leaving a red mark. The guy rubbed it and then began arguing back. Natsu stared, but knew that she had it handled. If she had just slapped him, she might as well punch him too.

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Sirius Black

Shyness, fluff

Fandom: Harry Potter

Request:  “Could u write a Sirius x metamorphmagus!reader? She’s in slytherin and has a crush on him but since she’s in slytherin and also flirts with other girls she doesn’t think that he could ever like her. Could u make it super fluffy”

Word count: 438

gif is not mine.

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5| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2839

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Through the whole night you were plagued with yesterday’s events in sharp, dream-like detail. Again and again, you felt his hands on you, lifting you, letting you fly…and again and again you saw his expression turn to disgust as he snatched those hands back and left you. But this time being in a dream, made you cry out desperate. “Jimin! What did I do? Jimin!”

“(Name)?” A hand shook you awake. You moaned, eyes fluttering open. You were back in the dorm room. It was dimly lit with a few bedside lamps. Coming out of your dream, you suddenly realised that you were being stared at by five girls.

“Huh?” You mumbled, sitting up. Jiwoo’s face hovered in front of you.

“Uh…” She hesitated. “You were kind of yelling in your sleep.”

“Oh God!” You groaned, blood rising to your cheeks. However you shouldn’t have been surprised. Your Mom always used to tease you about your dramatic mutterings when you slept. Ugh! How embarrassing, you wanted to disappear and never be seen again.

“What did I say?” You asked Jiwoo nervously.

She didn’t have time to answer before a mockingly high voice interrupted. “Oh, Jimin, please don’t go! Oh Jimin!” You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Minjee

You cringed. “How many times?”

Jiwoo looked away. “Just a few…”

“We’ve been trying to wake you up for at least ten minutes.” Said Yuna from across the room. “Oh yeah, by the way can I have my pillow back? I have bad aim.”

You did so, picking up the pink satin pillow from beside your bed and chucking it to her.

“I’m really sorry.” You said to everyone. This was beyond embarrassing. Most of them were sniggering, finding the situation rather funny. Yeah, it’s totally normal to have over-emotional dreams about some God of a guy who you’ve only know for what? Two days? And had spoken to, well… never. Totally normal.

The door opened, stifling everyone’s giggles as a crumple haired Madam Hyejin stood glaring at all of you. “Why are we up at this time?” She asked wearing a red satin dressing gown and slippers. It was sort of comical…

“(Name)’s having erotic dreams and she wanted to share.” Minjee answered sniggering.

“Oh shut the hell up!” Snapped Hyeun, then slammed a hand to her mouth as she swung back to meet Madam Hyejin’s sharp gaze.

She just looked at her in distaste before turning to the rest of you. “Go back to sleep. If there are any more disturbances you can give the cooking staff a break and wash up tomorrow’s dinner.”

“Yes Madam Hyejin.” You all chorused.

She gave everyone one last doleful glance and left, shutting the door behind her.

Apparently Hyejin’s threats were true, because no one made a sound as they slid back under their duvets and switched off their lights.

You stayed sitting in your bed, scared that if you went to sleep you would do it all over again. You cringed mentally, thinking of tomorrow. Everyone would know that you had dreamt of Park Jimin…Everyone.

However it didn’t take long before you drifted into a mercifully dreamless sleep when Madame Hyejin was at the door yet again, signalling the beginning of another day. Judging by her cross face and blood red pencil skirt and blouse, she wasn’t in a good mood.

“Up and ready in ten minutes.” She snapped, spinning on her stiletto as she walked out of the room.

“Had anymore dreams about Jiminnie?” Minjee mocked, once again, everyone’s eyes were on you.

You rolled your eyes and swung your legs out of the duvets, but suddenly a hideous pain shot through your stomach.

“Ah!” You gasped, your hand flying to the bedpost to stop you from toppling over.

“(Name)?” Jiwoo was at your side, worried. You just shook your head, telling her it was nothing. “What?”

“Nothing.” You told her, and stood up very carefully to get a towel. Jiwoo raised her eyebrows in confusion but went back to her trunk. You took a deep breath through your nose. Sweet God that was painful. Trying to keep your midriff frozen, you hurried to the bathrooms.

Once in the shower, you nervously looked down. You swallowed. You shouldn’t have been surprised, the way you had let Kihyun hold you yesterday. Overnight, the red marks had darkened into dark mottled blue and grey bruises, covering your stomach and hips. You tentatively bent your back forward, then stifled a groan. Damn it was painful.

You hurried through the shower, remembering Madam Hyejin’s wrath. No one could know about your bruises. It would mean a day off for sure, and you couldn’t afford that. When you got back you chose a plain black leotard from your trunk. It had short sleeves and its back didn’t plunge too low, so it wouldn’t show the bruises round the other side. You hated the sleeves, but all your other leos just had straps at the back.

Slowly you pulled your tights and leo on, but the elastic around the tights hurt as you gently slid them up your hips. Your leo wasn’t as bad, but by the time you were finished, Hyejin was at the door, smartly looking around for any fault. She strode up one side of the room and back down the other. This morning she flipped if a single hair was out of place. You stood tall as she finally reached you. She looked at you up and down and then stepped closer.

“Will you be able to attend classes today, Miss (Name)?” She asked you quietly, so that the others couldn’t hear. A little bit of last night’s motherly warmth returned to her.

You nodded quickly, but then hesitated. “…Just not Pas de Deux, Madame.”

She nodded. “Master Jinho is making arrangements for a new partner for you.” With one last, rather suspicious look at you, she left, this time with no joyous comment of ‘have a good day girls’

“Hey, what’s with you earlier?” Hyeun asked curiously, trotting up behind you and Jiwoo as you headed for the stairs.

“Uh, had a creepy dream?” You answered.

“No.” She said. “I meant the whole gasping thing ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, right…” You tried for a smile. “Cramps, you know?”

“Right.” She said sympathetically. Really? You were a terrible liar.

“Anyway, what were you actually dreaming about, (Name)?” Hyeun asked.

“Just about the academy and stuff…” You trailed off.

She giggled and raised a dark brown eyebrow. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”

“I guess…” He was more than just 'gorgeous’…He had the perfect dancers body. His face was so beautiful and focussed and full of strong emotion…he was strikingly handsome and also in a way that you’d never seen before.

“It’s kinda sad he’s stuck with Taeyeon.” Muttered Hyeun. Your head snapped around.

“What?” You demanded, almost tripping on the stairs. “I thought they were just partners.”

“That’s because they are just partners.” Said Jiwoo. “People just assume that they’re going out because they’re partners.”

“Oh come on Jiwoo.” Hyeun groaned. “They are so cute together. Even if she can be a bitch sometimes. The Ballerina and Ballerino of the school, together.”

“Head Cheerleader and Quarterback.” You muttered. “Perfect match.”

Jiwoo glanced at you. “Hardly. All he cares about is his dancing. If Taeyeon wasn’t up to his standards. Then this so called 'relationship’ would be over in five seconds flat.”

“Mmmmm.” Drawled Hyeun dreamily. “But I love the way he’s so serious like that. And that vein that always pops out when he’s thinking is so sexy.”

Jiwoo just shook her head. “Honestly, Hyeun.”

You reached the dining hall and got in line for breakfast. “I wonder if he’ll be in class today.” Hyeun muttered, taking a bowl of muesli.

“He has to be.” Said Jiwoo. “It’s a part of his education, remember?”

“Yeah, but the way he left yesterday…” She replied. You cringed mentally. You still didn’t know what you exactly had done wrong. However you guessed that it probably had something to do with not doing anything right. Like Jiwoo had just said. Jimin had high standards. How could you, a first year who’d started ballet way too late, be able to fulfill those standards.

“Oh God.” Hyeun grumbled. “(Name), I think you’d better brace yourself.” You glanced up from pouring your apple juice. Lee Kihyun was coming towards you, his face looking more child-like and innocent than ever.

“Hey (Name)” He said.

“Can I take something for you?” He asked, gesturing to your glass and bowl.

“It’s okay.” You said, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but he wasn’t having it.

“Right.” He said. You turned to go to the table. Jiwoo and Hyeun trailing behind. “(Name), I’m so sorry.” He choked out.

“Oh, don’t worry.” You said. However the bruises on your stomach disagreed very much. “We all make mistakes.”

“I’m so sorry.” He repeated weakly, not seeming to have heard your words. “I really didn’t mean to, and I can’t believe I did it, but I’m so sorry and I never wanted to hurt you and I just can’t believe – ”

“Kihyun.” You said, trying to stop his guilt trip, but he went on.

“-And I did it in front of everyone and I must have hurt you so bad and oh God!” He glanced up at you.

“How bad is it?” He asked you. “How badly are you hurt?”

You hesitated…somehow you didn’t think telling him your stomach was black and blue would solve many problems. But he took your silence badly. “Oh God, will you ever be able to dance again? Oh God, what have I done?”


“I swear I didn’t know I was doing it and God I didn’t think and now you’re hurt and you won’t be able to dance and oh God I – ”

“Kihyun!” You said loudly, making a few heads turn. His startled expression made him thankfully shut his mouth and you lowered your voice.

“Kihyun, it’s okay, you just made a mistake, that’s all.” He opened his mouth to say something, but you continued.

“And I most certainly still can dance, in fact I need to finish my breakfast so that I can get to tech, so don’t worry about it, okay?” Seeing his utterly downtrodden face, you put a hand on his shoulder. It was then that you noticed a pair of sharp brown eyes on you.

Park Jimin. He was sitting at the table with Jung Dawon and their other friends. His eyes was focused strongly on the polished wood of the table, his jaw muscle twitching. Oh God… Kim Namjoon made a joke and the boys excluding Dawon roared with laughter. Jimin, gave a half hearted smile and began picking at his food.

“I guess, I guess…” You frowned, realising Kihyun was still talking to you. His baby-brown eyes looked into yours. They weren’t outstanding compared to the vibrant ones you’d just been staring into. “Did I really not hurt you?”

“It was just a mistake, Kihyun.” You told him for the fifth time, trying to get it into his mind.

“Oh God, I did, didn’t I?” You sighed, but surrendered and gave a quick nod.

“Only a little, Kihyun. Just promise me that you have learnt your lesson?” This approach seemed to be working a little better.

He nodded weakly. “Good, now move on. I’m sure Madam Zhang can help you out with you technique.”

“Master Jinho has taken me out of Pas de Deux classes.” He mumbled, staring down miserably at his plate. “He says I’m not ready for them yet.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be put back in soon, Kihyun.” You assured him, though you ashamedly thought that Master Jinho was making a good call. Kihyun wasn’t ready. You gently patted his back as he glumly picked up his spoon.

“Um…(Name)?” Hyeun’s voice warned you once again. “Might want to turn around.”

You spun in your chair, and found yourself staring up at none other than Shinn Taeyeon. She was dressed in a shimmering black and gold camisole leo, her white tights mostly concealed by thigh high black legwarmers. Her dyed strawberry blonde hair was done up in an intricately plaited bun, her pencilled eyebrows raised above two cold hazel eyes. “I take it you’re (Surname) (Name)?”

“Yes.” You said, frowning. Sitting down was making you feel somewhat vulnerable, so you slipped out of your chair and stood. Your belly screamed at the movement, but you forced your face to stay blank.

You realized that every table within the canteen had turned quiet.

Taeyeon looked you up and down. “Hmm, so not only do you have erotic dreams about my partner and dance with him, but you’re also the one I caught spying on him the other day.”

Unwillingly, you blushed, two angry splotches on both cheeks. She’d said it loud enough for the whole hall to hear.

“I wasn’t spying. I was observing.”

“Jimin doesn’t like people watching him.” She snapped.

“Then why doesn’t he say it for himself?” You asked, trying to inconspicuously glance at him. He, unlike everyone else, was looking away, his gaze frozen at a spot on his table.

“Tsk.” Taeyeon’s wild hiss brought you back to her. She’d seen where you had been looking. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For Jimin to talk to you?”

You rolled your eyes. Good god this girl was immature. “May I ask why you’re being so obnoxious to me? Or do you welcome all new people to the school by public interrogation?”

She glared at you. “Jimin is my partner, and he doesn’t dance with anyone other than me. Particularly not a first year.”

“So you think I forced him to?” You asked her, raising your eyebrows. “That’s a little farfetched. He’s his own person.”

She put a hand on her hip. “You don’t know anything about Jimin.” She took a step forward, coming way too close for comfort. “Jimin’s not even – ”

“Taeyeon.” His strong voice rung out through the hall. He was standing by his table, his eyes fixed on Taeyeon, not once wavering to you.

“Stop this.” Taeyeon frowned, looking at him. He walked towards the two of you. “Miss (Surname) is one of my students and I was demonstrating with her. Nothing more.” He didn’t even acknowledge your existence. He lowered his voice so that only she could hear, but you heard anyway. “Taeyeon, what the hell are you doing?”

“Jimin, she – ”

His face darkened. “This is between you and me and nobody else. Particularly not the entire school.” He put a hand on the small of her back, straightening up. “Now let’s go.”

She send you a last angry glance before strutting out of the hall, gripping Jimin’s hand. The hall was filled with an eerie silence. Even the teachers were quiet. Only Master Jinho sat demurely, sipping his tea and reading his newspaper as if nothing had happened. Madame Hyejin sat with her hands folded in her lap, quietly watching the doorway where quick footsteps were slowly fading.

“Dear God! Little Chimmie’s got himself a conflict!” Min Yoongi roared, slapping his hand on the table. This seemed to release everyone from their hypnotised stares and they all began whispering excitedly amongst one another.

“Jeez.” Yuna whistled, blowing a lock of silver hair off her face. “That was weird.” You sunk back down into your chair. God, what had just happened?

“(Name’s) in dangerous waters now."Jongsoo said with a grin.

You shook your head. "I think I’ve already drowned in them. She’s going to kill me.”

“But you only danced with him.” Jiwoo exclaimed.

“That’s like saying, 'You only spent the day with Dylan O'Brien.’” Hyeun said. She looked at you with a new respect in her eyes.

“You’re freaking amazing!” She erupted. “It’s taken me a whole month plus the summer course to just get a few of the crappy second year guys to even know my name. Now the whole school knows who you are! You’re famous, (Name)! And this is like what, only your third day here?” She sighed. “You’re a legend.”

“Oh please.” Muttered Minjee, who you hadn’t even realized was at the table. “Who wants to be known for erotic dreams and getting into pre-lost arguments with Shinn Taeyeon? She killed (Name) up there.” She smirked at you. “You just stood there like an idiot.”

“Thanks, Minjee.” You sighed. “Your voice at these times is so reassuring to me.”

“Anytime.” She muttered, standing up with her plate and leaving.

You put your elbows on the table, holding head in your hands. You felt the same pain as yesterday. Seeing that total distaste in Jimin’s eyes. What was wrong with you? What had you done so wrong yesterday to offend him? Why was he completely ignoring you?

“(Name).” Jiwoo put a friendly hand on your wrist. “I know she can be kind of intimidating, but…”

“No, that’s not it.” You said, raising your head. You pushed your chair back and picked up your plate. The day had just begun but you were already worn out and confused. You dumped your dish at the counter and left the hall, feeling many pairs of eyes as you left. Great. Like Hyeun had said. 'You were famous now’

Mister In The Mirror

Divorce is hard. Divorce is harder when there’s a young child involved. It’s even harder still when your ex is an ass and deliberately goes out of his way to complicate everything he can in whatever way he can, even if it meant hurting our daughter.

I didn’t want May to be stuck in the middle of an increasingly toxic situation, so the minute I was able to, I rented the first place to pop up in my budget and got us both out of there. It was no dream home, just a narrow two story with a sagging porch across the front. Between it and the placement of the windows, it almost looked like the place was frowning at us as we pulled up.

But it was cheap, it was ready, and it was away from Cody, which practically made it paradise in my book.

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myfavoriteislarry  asked:

I sent this ask a couple months ago and you asked me to ask again in June! "Hey guys, if it's due could you please update the female!derek and female!stiles tags (if you can only do one then pls make it the Derek one) thank you!x"

sure! here’s some female derek :)

Something Just Like This by DerekHaleGirl97 (1/1 | 2,552 | PG13)

What was supposed to be a peaceful night turns into a deadly encounter. Feelings are recognized, but does it mean anything? 

From The Rooftops Down by BulletBlaze (1/1 | 1,381 | PG13)

“Dara, what the fuck are you doing?!” Stiles hissed. “You do realize my dad’s the sheriff, right?!”
Dara straightened up, tugging her sleek leather jacket back into place and running a hand through her long, black hair. Then she leveled Stiles with a stare that dripped with judgment and said, at normal volume, “Yeah, and I also know he left for his shift over an hour ago.”
“What, no he hasn’t! It’s only-” Stiles glanced at her alarm clock, “9:12… Okay, yeah, he did, nevermind.”
Dara rolled her eyes in typical Dara fashion before tossing Stiles’ jacket at her. “Come on, let’s go.”

You’re a perfect poorly wired circuit by sarcasticbones (1/1 | 5,083 | NC17)

Derek needs Stiles to break into the Sheriff’s station. Kind of. Stiles and Derek are girls. They also get it on.

This is a gender swapped AU, so … er … proceed with care? (details in the notes).

Raven by DerekHaleGirl97 (1/1 | 2,516 | PG13)

Stiles has a crush on Darlyn Hale. The problem? Darlyn is in a relationship. Bummer. But one night changes everything for Stiles.

The Plumber by ShineeRedKookie (1/1 | 2,654 | PG13)

“Erica… it’s happened again.” Stiles winced at the snort on the other line. “Seriously,” he groaned. “Could you just give me the number.” Stiles heaved a sigh. “It’s and old apartment?” He tried to lie. He was NOT telling her the truth. “Just give me the number for the plumber.”


Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Ohhhhhhhh @tox-ambrose and I are terrible people who spend most of our days musing about huge buff dudes being super awkward and shy around their crushes. A little change of pace for Thirst Party Saturday, but hopefully enjoyable all the same! Tagging @hardcorewwetrash for the Thirsty Crew!

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anonymous asked:

So Ed and Roy, y'all got any kinks?

ROY: I think we’ve already touched on bondage, breathplay, and cross-dressing in other asks…


ROY: “Embracing who you are inside”, yeah, yeah, I heard ya the first time…

ED: You know what my kink is?! It’s respecting your husband- that right there is my kink!

ROY: *rolls eyes* Oh brother…

ED: Anyway, back to the question, um… I like having sex in the bath. Or in the shower. Is that a kink?

ROY: I don’t actually know. I think that’s just what you would call normal. But you do like rough sex though. In moderation. That’s a kink.

ED: Yeah, I like having my hair pulled. And I like counting the fingerprint bruises that show up on my thighs the next morning.

ROY: Oh, I know what my kink is now- I like it when he puts his fingers in my mouth. When he’s top and I’m… almost there. I also like it when he covers my my mouth with his hand during sex. Lightly, mind you- he doesn’t force it. Anything else on your end, Fullmetal?

ED: What else… well… I like rimming. On the receiving end, that is. Luckily, I’ve married someone who likes the opposite.

ROY: *sighs* The rimmer and the rimmed… It was meant to be…

ED: *chuckles* We’re meant to be because you like eating ass?

ROY: *pauses*…well maybe! The world works in mysterious ways that are beyond our human understanding… 

Best Fucking Dialogue Ever, Thank You Kurt Sutter.....
  • Tiggy: Hey, why are you sitting in the dark? (turns on lamp)
  • Venus: Please turn that off, please....
  • Tiggy: What's going on?
  • Venus: I know what this is Alexander; why you're with me...
  • Tiggy: What are you talking about?
  • Venus: You're a man who dares to dance with the freaks and I perpetuate that deviance for you...allow you to show the world that you live outside the box but I know that's where it ends for us and I understand, it comes with the territory of my complicated identity but my, my feelings for you are simpler....they live very much inside the box...I'm afraid, Alexander, that I may have fallen in love with you....
  • Tiggy: Um, I don't know what to say...
  • Venus: Please, let me say it for you...I'm a man.... I am a man who knows she's a woman and that's exactly where I'm supposed to be. That's the criss-cross I've come to love. I don't want the surgery. I don't want undo what God has given me. I, I know how beautiful I am.
  • Tiggy: You are beautiful.
  • Venus: Thank you. I'm going to need to put some distance between us, at least until I can climb outside the box again.
  • Tiggy:'re right, baby about me, about everything. This is my criss- cross.... because when I'm with you I don't have any secrets and then I can't...I, I have to open myself up for this and you see everything. All the things that I hide, all the shit that I hate about myself, you see it all see it all and through all that you still love me? Wow...babe, I've never had that ever with any box, you know....but when I try to get close, you know, to feel....
  • Venus: Normal
  • Tiggy: Yeah...
  • Venus: Yeah
  • Tiggy: Yes. I just...I can't hook it up
  • Venus: I understand...
  • Tiggy: No, let me I want to....I want to....(chokes up)...I want to feel....what it's like....for you to be mine. And I want to be able to go anywhere, anyplace with you being mine....come on baby....why don't you just go get yourself cleaned up, put on a pretty dress....put those flowers back in your hair because I want to hear your lilt when you say my name...because you are my sweet, my beautiful Venus....
  • Venus: Okay..okay..
  • Tiggy: Yeah
  • Venus: Yeah, I'll do that for you precious
  • savior (They stand and hug)
  • Tiggy: Oh my baby...
  • Venus: Oh my angel...
  • Tiggy: My little baby....
You know i bet Beast Boy and Chat Noir would get along really well, just imagine:
  • Beast Boy: Yeah, so i work in the showbis as an actor.
  • Chat Noir: Oh i can relate... i am a fashion model, that's kinda like acting.
  • Chat Noir: I like doing it, but sometimes it's too serious. I like to be laid back and joke around a little, you know what i mean?
  • Beast Boy: Ofcourse! I joke around a lot too! Originally i hid behind my jokes to cover my pain, but now it became a normal for me, i love comics, anime, manga, video games...
  • Chat Noir: You don't have to tell me about pain... sometimes i feel really lonely...
  • Beast Boy: ...yeah... but it gets better, doesn't it?... Well you know i used to have blond hair just like you!
  • Chat Noir: Really??
  • Beast Boy: Yeah! Although i didn't have green eyes back then, i had blue.
  • Chat Noir: Ahh the love of my life also has blue eyes.
  • Beast Boy: No way! Mine does too! She is really collected, serious, but a good friend. Has short black hair, and... well... she's a mixed race *sweats nervously*
  • Chat Noir: HAHAHAH You are not talking about Ladybug, are you? She's all that you described and more.
  • Beast Boy: heheheh... yeah... no i'm not talking about Ladybug...

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Can you pls write a Mark scenario (because there is never enough Mark) where he is a demon who helps reader as a child then stays by her as she grows up because he falls for her? I just adore your writing!

Originally posted by lyrikon

My Dark Winged Savior // Part 1

Why hello! This request anon. I’m so in love with it. Seriously. I love supernatural stuff so this was so much fun. So fun in fact, that I had to split it into two parts. The second part is being written as we speak. If it gets too long, because you know I get carried away, there will be a third part up as well. But for now, expect two parts. Thank you for reading, I’m happy so overjoyed you like my writing. And I most definitely agree. There can never be too much of Mark Tuan. ;) I hope you enjoy and keep a look out for part two!

EDIT: Part two is now up!

EDIT: Part three (final) is now up!

Pairing: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Reader [demon!Mark]
Genre: Fluff? Angst? I’ll let you decide.

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Imagine: Making Chris laugh when you accidentally turn your hair pink.

You were leaning over your odd smelling concoction, face pulled into a cringe as you realized it was an entirely different colour than what it was supposed to be. You picked up a jar of flower petals and opened it, Chris orbing in just as you were about to dump some in. You jumped and instead of only a few going in, the entirety of the pink flower floating into your mix. “Dammit Chris!” You exclaimed.

“What? What’d I do?” He asked, a confused look on his face as he crossed over to the Book of Shadows. He opened to a page and looked up at you as he flipped.

“I’m trying to make a healing potion and I can’t seem to get it right…” you said, trying to look for something that might correct the mistake.

He raised his eyebrows and came over to you. “Well, you put too many rose petals in. Those are for love, and only two are needed for a healing potion,” he informed you, stirring the now brown goo in the post. “This is just…gross.”

You huffed. “I know, Chris.” You pushed him away and dumped a few pieces of mint into the mix. It exploded and when you looked up at Chris, he burst into laughter. “What?”

“You’re hair is pink!” he said, pointing at you and turning you to face the mirror on the wall.

“Oh God…” you groaned, pulling at a strand of hair. “Great. I have a job interview tonight!”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’ll fix it, stay here.” He orbed out and came back with a small bottle of dark liquid. He handed it to you and you downed it without thinking. When you turned back to the mirror, your hair was back to normal.

“Oh you’re a life saver,” you said, kissing Chris’ cheek.

“Yeah, I know,” he smirked. “Now let’s get that healing potion, yeah?”

The Winchester boys.

Summary: You’d always wanted kids. Being a mom was something you could definitely see yourself being. Except this isn’t what you had in mind. { OR } the night Sam and Dean Winchester were turned into children.

Pairing: {eventual } Dean x Reader.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Violence, Cursing. {smut in later parts} Fluff!

Word count: 2,336

Chapter 2

A/N: this was so fun to write, I honestly don’t know how I came up with this. I hope you like it, the next part is gonna be a lot more fluffy so be warned.

Author: jadangelofthelord

‘Well I’d always wanted kids.’ You thought as you looked down at the two little boys looking up to you.

- 4 hours before-

“Alright I got it!” Sam declared leaning back in his chair from his laptop. You and Dean stopped cleaning your guns to look at him for further explanation.

“It’s a witch.” Sam said matter of factly. Dean groaned and dropped his gun onto the bed. You rolled your eyes “stop being such a baby, it’s just a wee witch.”

“A witch which has kidnapped 6 men in the past week.” He said grabbing his gun and finishing it off. You chuckled “you said witch which.”

He scoffed at you “now who’s being a baby?”

Sam cleared his throat getting yours and Deans attention. “So we should probably pack extra carefully. She’s-”

“Or he.” You cut in, earning a eye roll from Dean.

“Right, or He is really dangerous for men it seems so Dean and I will have to take extra precautions. I think I know where he or she’s located so we should get ready to head out.”

“Well then maybe I should do it alone?” You said. Both men raised their eyebrows at you.

“Hell no.” Dean said “you are not gonna put yourself in the line of fire for us. Not gonna happen!”

“Dean.” You groaned but he stood up in front of you. “I said no! Now we all do this together as a team or you sit your pretty ass here!”

You smirked “you think I’m pretty?”

Dean rolled his eyes again and you laughed “I’m just kidding, let’s get ready.” As much as you joked with Dean it wasn’t hard to actually feel something for the hunter. Although you were sure he didn’t see you in any way but as a friend that didn’t stop you from having a crush on him. Or maybe more.

He smirked at you and ruffled your hair “C'mon, we got a witch to kill.”

Yeah definitely more.


Normally when you think of monsters you think of old abandoned warehouses or creepy Victorian homes.

Not a mansion.

“Uh Sam?” You said leaning forward from the back seat.

“Yeah I know but I’m sure this is it!” He said looking at his phone “I tacked it to this place.”

“You mean palace?” Dean said earning a perfect bitch face from Sam. You held back you laugh and reached for your gun.

It was pretty small for a mansion but that didn’t make it any less of one. It was deep in the woods and secluded perfectly so even if you screamed as loud as you could, no one would hear you.

“Alright let’s do this.”

You made a plan to split up once you snuck inside and find anything that resembled witch craft. If you didn’t see a thing within ten minutes you’d text one of the boys and head out.

Good news is you didn’t see not one hint of a witch within the house. It was beautifully decorated with accents of gold all throughout. High ceilings and priceless artwork took your breath away.

Bad news was that the boys found exactly what you came for.

Taking out your phone to text them that you were heading out you suddenly heard a scream. What set you off wasn’t the fact that it was a scream but was that it was a child’s scream.

You sprinted towards the sound as fast as you could. Flying past rows and rows of paintings that eyes seemed to follow you down the corridor.

You came upon a row of doors and your heart started to speed up. How would you know which one to choose? Almost as if on cue you heard it.

“Put him down you meanie!” A small voice shouted. Door number 3 it is!

You ran towards it with all your might and slammed your shoulder into it. It broke open and you thanked Sam for teaching you that.

Stumbling in you froze at what you were seeing.

The witch, or who you guessed was the witch, was flailing around screaming trying to get what looked like a small child off her back. He was biting and clawing at her while she swung at air trying to knock him off. Another, bigger little boy was hitting her with a fire poker. He swung and hit her in the gut and even you winced.

You finally noticed the giant oven in the room and quickly hopped into action. Running behind the witch you quickly opened the oven door. A wave of heat smacked you right in the face, making you throw your arm up to shield yourself.

“Y/N move!” A small voice yelled you turned around and jumped out of the way as the smaller boy jumped off of the witches back and the other one pushed her into the oven.

You ran to close the door but she held her, almost charred off, arm out to stop you. She opened her mouth to say something but a fire poker to her skull stopped her. She was knocked back into the oven and you closed the door and locked it.

Not wanting to watch her burn you turned towards the boys. They were staring at each other as if they couldn’t believe their eyes. Then at you.

You finally noticed that they were both wearing clothes way to big for them. Their shirts covered their bare legs almost to their sock covered feet.

One had brown hair that almost covered his eyes. He was staring at you with wide eyes and almost seemed as if he was about to cry.

The older one had short dirty blond hair and beautiful green eyes. Wait green eyes? green eyes!

“D-Dean?” You said catching on. You looked to the smaller boy fidgeting with his shirt “Sam?”

He nodded and your jaw almost dropped to the floor.

“Do you know how old you are?” You asked trying not to panic. Dean looked at Sam and at his fingers before holding up eight fingers. Which meant Sam was only four and he just beat a witch!

What the hell? What were you supposed to do? How long would this la-

“Y/N?” Dean said snapping you out of your mild panic attack. “Can we go home? Sammy’s tired.”

His voice was so soft and sweet, you couldn’t believe this is what the most dangerous hunter in the world was like as a kid. You looked at Sam who was rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawned.

Oh my god that was so cute!

‘Well I always wanted kids.’ You thought looking at the two kids looking up to you.

You nodded “yea lets go.” You were about to walk towards the door when Sam held his arms up yawning. “Y/N can you carry me?” He asked. Oh god his voice was even lighter than Deans!

You bent to pick him up and hoisted him into your hip. He instantly wrapped his legs around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. Your arm rested on his lower half to keep him up.

You felt a soft hand wrap around your free one and looked down to see Dean staring up at you. He took his hand away and looked away “sorry.” He mumbled. You shook your head and gently took his hand “it’s fine Dean, do you have the keys?”

He looked at you surprised then nodded. He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out baby’s keys before handing them to you.

“Okay uh, did you see any other guys here? Maybe we c-”

Dean shook his head “S-She ate them.” Your eyes widened “you watched her eat the men Dean?”

He shook his head “she made us, she tied us up. t-then Sammy got out and got me out then w-we got her!”

You bit your lip. It was so sad that they had to do that all alone. Dean tugged on your hand “C'mon Y/N.”

Then you were off. You walked out of the mansion with Sam Winchester on your hip and Dean Winchester holding your hand. His little legs peeked from under his oversized shirt and his socks drug on the ground behind him.

Once at the car you opened the back door and slid Sam in. You buckled him in and closed the door, almost instantly he rested his head on the door and fell asleep.

Dean was climbing into the front when you stopped him “oh no little man you get into the back too!” You said grabbing his waist and pulling him out. He groaned “but Y/N I’m older than Sam! J-Just because I’m in this body don’t mean I’m not still me!”

You chuckled “doesn’t.”

He furrowed his brow “what?”

“You said don’t mean, it’s doesn’t mean.”

He groaned “Y/N!”

“Hey you weren’t complaining when you held my hand.” You smiled when he blushed and looked at the ground. Jeez he was gonna be the death of you.

“Fine! You can sit in the front.” He smiled and instantly climbed in and buckled himself in. You closed the door and made your way to the drivers side.

Hopefully this doesn’t last forever.

Almost five minutes into your drive back to the motel room Dean was asleep. You looked over at him and smiled, his head was leaned back and his mouth was open with drool spilling out and onto his shirt. When you stopped outside the room you took out your phone and snapped pictures of both boys.

Decided to head home tonight you ran into the room and grabbed all of your bags, checking one more time to make sure you didn’t leave anything before closing the door.

After putting everyone’s things in the trunk you checked out at the front desk and hopped back into baby.

Looking over at the sleeping boys you smiled again.


The bunker wasn’t too far from your case so within 3 hours you were pulling into the garage.

Shutting off the engine you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to Dean. He was still asleep and your heart pained you to have to wake him up.

You got out and quietly closed your door. Making your way to his side you opened his gently and unbuckled him. He stirred a bit but didn’t wake up, you sighed and gently pulled him into your arms. You wrapped and arm around him and quietly closed his door.

‘Jeez this kid is heavy!’ You thought hoisting him up your hip a little more.

'Now for the hard part.’

You walked to Sams side and opened the door. Leaning over him careful not to drop Dean you unbuckled him. He opened his eyes a bit and yawned.

So much for stealth.

“Hey Sammy.” You whispered “C'mon.” You opened your arm and he crawled to you and wrapped his arms around your neck and his feet locked behind your back.

You stood up with the weight of two toddlers and groaned. Closing the door with your foot you wrapped your other arm around Sam as he nuzzled back into you and fell asleep.

You walked to the door and reached for the handle, accidentally knocking Sams head on the door with a loud thud.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” You whispered. He simply nodded, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Once inside you made your way to Sams room and stopped. Maybe it’d be better if they were both in one room
That way it’d be easier to check on them.

You took them to deans room which was right across from yours and opened the door. This time carful not to bump their heads.

You laid Dean down on one side and tucked him under the covers. Walking to the other side you bent over to lay Sam down but he didn’t let go of you.

“Sammy time to lay down c'mon.” You said trying to pry him off of you but he had an iron grip.

Your back was starting to hurt from being hunched over so you simply laid in the middle of the bed with Sam still clinging onto you.

“I’ll lay here for 10 minutes then I’m leaving.” You whispered to him.

He didn’t do anything.

You stared at the ceiling between the two boys. An idea popped into your head and you stealthy reached into your back pocket for your phone. Wiggling it out you began to research anything you could on the spell.

Of course nothing helpful came up and your last option would be to look through the men of letters library.

You again tried to pry Sam off of you but he just clang to you tighter. “No!” He whispered and you swear you felt your heart shatter.

“Fine 10 more minutes then that’s it!” You said. You felt Dean roll over and nuzzle into your side.

At this point you’d be surprised if your heart wasn’t dust.

Here you were, sandwiched between the most dangerous hunters in the world except they were kids. Adorable, deadly, kids.

10 minutes turned to 20 which turned into you falling asleep.

'Oh well, Hopefully tomorrow you’ll get some answers.’ you thought before drifting off.


Dean woke up in the middle of the night to a surprise. You had your arm around Sam and he was clutching onto you for dear life, both asleep.

He scooted closer to you and ever so gently wrapped his arm around your torso and cuddled into you. He smiled and happily drifted off to sleep.

He’d never admit it but he truly loved you. Not as a sister or a friend but With everything he had and now as a little boy his emotions for you skyrocketed.

How you’d never noticed his feeling for you he had no idea. But now cuddling with you he didn’t care. He didn’t have a care in the world.

Until the next morning.

We're Better Off Friends

Requested by anon

Request: an imagine where the reader is in love with barry but he treats her like lris did it to him & one day she tells him about her feelings and he’s sad because he hurted her?

Word Count: 964

Barry Allen x Reader

I put a little twist to this


Barry Allen.

Ever since we met back in elementary school, we’ve had a special bond. Although, I wasn’t as close to him as Iris was, I still considered us to be reasonably close.

I have always helped him when he had problems in relationships. First it was Iris, then it was Linda and now, Patty was his main focus. Barry would always ask me to help him plan dates or to help him find little gifts that would impress Patty. Helping Barry get his “dream” girl would always crush me, my confidence going down as well. I’ve loved Barry since I first met him and he loves me, it’s just not the way I want him to love me.

I couldn’t help but to stare at him whenever we were together; I would always get lost in his green eyes. The way his hair was always perfectly styled or wind blown after he finishes saving the city. He was perfect in many different ways but he would never be mine.


Barry asked me to meet him at Jitters so I can help him plan his next date with Patty. A normal person would’ve said no, but today was the day I was going to tell Barry about my feelings. We’ve known each other since we were 8 years old and him asking me for advice never hurt any less.

When we arrived at Jitters, Barry instantly started talking about what he had started to plan. I couldn’t help but to admire his perfect features; I began to stare off into space and Barry’s voice became a distant sound.

“(Y/N),” Barry said, snapping his fingers in front of my face, shaking me out of my daze. “Are you okay? I mean you were staring off into space and you only do that when you’re worried or when something is wrong,” Barry stated, wearing a look of concern and placing his hand on my shoulder. Goosebumps ran throughout my entire body from his touch. I sighed and looked into his green eyes; I pulled back and put my hands in my lap. Now is the time to tell Barry how I feel about him.

“Barry, we need to talk, but I’m scared to tell you what I need to say.”

Barry looked at me and nodded. “You can tell me anything (Y/N). I mean we have known each other since we were 8. I don’t think anything could ruin our friendship.” I couldn’t help but to grimace at that comment, when I was positive that the ruining of our friendship could be an outcome.

“Barry, I-I really like you and-” Barry interrupted me before I got to continue, “I really like you too (Y/N), that’s why we are best friends.” I bit my lip and looked around the almost empty coffee shop.

“No Barry, you’re misunderstanding me. I mean, I’m in love with you and I know that you’re with Patty. Even if you weren’t, you probably still wouldn’t want to be with me and I would totally understand; I would never want to be with me either.” As I said this, tears started to run down my cheeks. “I need to go,” I said standing up and running out of Jitters as quickly as possible, leaving my confused best friend behind.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, thinking I had gotten far away from Barry, I stop and tried to catch my breath. Momentarily, I forgot that Barry was the fastest man alive and could easily catch up to anyone.

“(Y/N), we need to talk about this,” Barry said, running his hands through his hair. I tried to walk away but Barry quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. “(Y/N), if you’ve felt this way, why didn’t you tell me?”

I looked down at the ground, attempting to come up with an answer. “Barry, the main reason I didn’t tell you is because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Besides, you have liked Iris up until Linda came into the picture and then now it’s Patty. I just never thought you would like me, especially since you always came to me asking for advice and in all honesty, it made me feel horrible about myself.”

A tear rolled down Barry’s cheek as he looked me in the eyes. “(Y/N/N), I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I made you feel that way. I’m such a jerk for not realizing that I hurt you,” Barry said, his voice becoming shaky. I looked up at Barry and wiped away the tears that had fallen.

“Barry, don’t beat yourself up about this. I should’ve said something before now. Even if nothing happens between us, I really could use my best friend to comfort me right now,” I said, opening my arms signaling for him to give me a hug. Barry chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, placing his head the top of mine.

“(Y/N), normally in a situation like this, I would be comforting you, not vice versa,” Barry laughed, making us sway back and forth.

“Yeah, but since when have we been considered normal,” I said, laughing slightly. I pulled away from the hug and looked up at Barry.

“(Y/N), I really am sorry about how I made you feel and I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“Barry, if I hadn’t already forgiven you, we wouldn’t have just have that hug. Yeah, I’m upset now but I’d rather be upset now rather than not having my best friend in the future.”

“That’s good to know,” Barry said, putting his hand on my head and ruffling my hair.

“(Y/N/N), I’m really glad that we’re best friends.”

“Me too Barry.”


This was kind of challenging to write but I hope everyone enjoyed it :)

If you request imagines please request for Grant or Sebastian because I have a lot of Barry imagines to write ❤️

anonymous asked:

5!!!!!! SS of course!

one night stand and falling pregnant au (prequel to this)

“do you remember the night we met?” he asks one evening. the words aren’t romantic. 

really, sasuke sounds confused — like this is a blank he’s been trying to fill for five years now. and somehow he’s not blushing and sakura figures that that’s because he actually doesn’t remember the night they met.

she takes a seat beside him on the couch and glances at the hall to make sure sarada didn’t escape from her bed. she looks down at the cushion and her cheeks turn pink as she recalls what she and sasuke did on it five years ago.

“you really don’t remember?” she asks.

he sighs. “it was naruto’s birthday. there were drinks involved.” he clears his throat. “a lot of drinks.”

sakura laughs and gives him an abbreviated pg-13 version of their meeting and the rest of the story afterward.

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Okay just a little update for you guys:

I’m changing Liam’s hair back, I no longer like it the way it is so I’m going to change it to the way his hair is irl ATM.
I’m going to go back through the pages and just redraw his hair and change some little things around (zayn and Harry commenting on his hair change etc).
So when he’s in the comic again he will have normal hair and I just wanted to let you guys know so you don’t get confused (:

So yeah in the comic his new hair style no longer exists so yeah

Also I have 3 days off next week so hopefully more updates yey