yes i think they are delicious

SKAM S04E10 Clip 8 - Dear Sana

[Incomprehensible chatter]

SANA: He’s the one who bought the toilet paper rolls.

THE GIRLS: Oh! That’s right!

VILDE: Where did they end up?

BOY: I just sold them to some friends at the Mosque. Nothing big.

EVA: Oh, okay.

BOYS: Eyyyy!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak! Eid mubarak.

SANA: Hi!

ESKILD: Hi!

SANA: Welcome.

ESKILD: Thank you and I just wanted to say Eid mubarak!

SANA: Eid mubarak!

ESKILD: Eid mubarak

SANA: Ohhh, how nice the two of you look!

ESKILD: Thanks! I’m the one who chose the outfits for tonight. I went to Grøndland and did some shopping. Yes.

SANA: Hijab and everything?

ESKILD: Hijab and everything. And I brought a little present! I brought a gift for the hostess. It’s two boreks that I put in a nice box.

SANA: That’s very nice of you.

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Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.

the chronicles of meme-llura
~ in which allura completely misuses earth memes


allura: yeah can i get uhhhh, one bofa?

mcdonald’s employee: what … what the hell’s a bofa

allura: (starts giggling) (raises her finger and opens her mouth)

lance: (stepping in front of her) wHAT MY FRIEnd meant to say is, um, she’d like a mcflurry please, yeah, ha, we’re ordering together uh make that two mcflurries


(allura and hunk at the comic store)

comic store employee: hey, morning guys, let me know if you need help finding anything (sneezes into his elbow)

hunk: thanks man we’re all set

allura: yes, and (dabs) right back at ya ;))


mrs. holt: (puts a plate of dinner before allura) and for our royal guest ! :)

allura: thank you mrs. holt :) it looks so delicious, i can’t wait to vore all of this!!

matt: (drops his fork)

pidge: aaaaah would anyone like more peas come on allura let’s go get more


allura: (walks up really close to keith while he’s drinking a soda)

keith: (looks at her and stops drinking) what—

allura: (grabs the soda can and throws it out of the nearest window) YEET

bts// squirting

jin

he would be fingering and teasing you for hours. everytime you would get close to cumming he would pull away and chickle. at this point you were so sexually frustrated you were clenching around nothing as he walked aorund the bed, admiring your wrecked figure.

“okay baby, i think you’ve suffered enough, i’ll let you cum now.” he said, finally giving in and bending down so his face is drectly infront of your core and starting to finger you again. being so worked up, you came. it was the best orgasm you had ever had. when you were done you heard jin chuckle again. you looked down at him, yoour jaw immediately dropping. 

“i’m just that good aren’t i?” he asked, his tongue sweeping across his lips and chin to get your cum off him. “mmh, delicious.” 

Originally posted by parkjewook

suga

he would have you tied to the bed so you can’t move. you blind folded with one of his ties so you can’t see. and his cold finger dragging across your body, teasing you. your body would be red and sweaty, horny and tired. 

“do you think you’ve learnt your lesson kitten?” he asked as he beant down at the end of the bed and looked at your dripping pussy.

“y-yes.” you whimpered out to him. with that, his tongue dove into your wet and warm core, making you scream out instantly. your orgasm came quickly and you were soon shaking and moaning his name. you felt so good. you looked down at yoongi with hooded eyes which then wided because there he was, smirking with your cum all over him. 

“that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen kitten.” 

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jhope

he would be eating you out for what seemed like years. you woul dhave already came three times, you were a moaning mess. you didn’t understand how one man could make you feel so fucking good. you were so sensitive at this point, you didn’t think you could cum again. but then you did, you were shaking, trembling, you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the intense pleasure you were feeling. when you finally calmed down, you laughed and looked dwon at hose. his eyes were wide, he was staring at you, your cum dripping off of him. it was mixed in his hair and everything. 

“ohmygod im so so sososo sorry.” you immediately appoligized. 

“what? don’t be. you just got 20 times hotter. i love you.”

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rap monster

the first time he made you squirt was when he was pounding into you for hours, he wouldn;t stop. you had already came twice but he was going for a third one. he was going to fast and getting in so deep. he was reaching every corner inside of you. your hair was a mess, your eyes were rolled to back of your head and your hands were scratching down namjoons back. finally, with an espcially deep thrust you came. your hands digging into him harder if that was even possible. when he pulled out of you, your core felt extremly wet and sticky. you and namjoon looked down, your eyes widening in realization of what had happened.

“let’s do that again baby girl.” he smirked.

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jimin

his three fingers would be going in and out of you at a fast speed. his tongue would be circling your clit in small and big circles. intense pleasure he was giving you was mind blowing. as soon as he started you were sure you would squirt. every now and then he would flaten his tongue and run it up and down your slit, not stopping his fingers at all. finally, you couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, your orgasm running through your entire body. 

“woah.” you heard jimin say, which caused you to look down at him. there he was with your cum dripping down from his nose, his lips and chin, there was even some on the bed. “did i really just make you squirt?”

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v

it would happen when taehyung was you using a vibrator on you. he had suggested it which you happily agreed too. he would move the vibrator in really small slow cirlces and really big fast circles. he would do figure 8′s, the alphabet, anything to get you closer to cumming. finally, when your orgasm hit you, your hands clenched the sheets and your thighs wrapped around tae’s head as he quickly pulled the vibrator away and put his tongue on your core. when your high faded away slowly you heard taehyung chuckle as he lapped gently at your juices that were on your thighs. when you looked downat him you were surprised to see him comepletly covered with your cum. 

“i can’t believe i just made you squirt jagi.”

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jungkook

he would be fingering roughly. his fingers would be scissoring inside of you, making you clench your walls tightly around him. his fingers felt so good inside fo you. your moans were the only sound in the room, which caused jungkook to go faster and faster and faster. sudenly, your orgasm hit you, hard. you basically screamed. you felt jungkook take oout his finger slowly, making you look down at him. he had cum on his chin, his hands and a little bit on his arm. he had an expressionless face as he spoke.

“can i taste you now? i really want to taste you.” 

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Day 7

Imagine Being The Volturi’s Secretary

For My Followers

Part 1

Signing up for a shady secretary job is one thing but said shady job actually being offered by vampires is another thing.

You’re not a skeptic and you’ve never exactly valued your own life very much so you took the job.

You quickly find out that the Volturi value your life about as much you do.

~~~

“Your job here is to organize the schedule, pass messages onto the masters, welcome us as we come in, say farewell as we leave, do anything we ask, and collect the mail. You are not to open any mail you must pass it onto the masters. You are not to interrupt when the doors are closed, and you are not to divulge the secret. You can continue living your life in town but you’ll find you won’t have time to return to your social life. You will call members of the guard sir or ma'am and the three kings master,” the tall beefy guard explains as he leads me through the old castle. His name is Demetri and he seems annoyed at being given the task to play tour guide.

“Yes sir,” you reply. He grunts and leads you to a nice mahogany desk.

“This is your desk,” he says and gestures for you to sit. You nod and sit down at the desk. There’s a set of pens and pencils on the desk in a straight line and a mac computer. You fold your hands and look up politely at your red eyed boss. “You are to be here at seven sharp every morning and you leave at three unless instructed otherwise. You may have days off if you request them a week in advance. Any questions?”

“None sir,” you answer politely and smile. Demetri rolls his eyes and stalks away. Once the blonde vampire no longer watches you scribble down all the rules he said and place them in the top desk drawer.

You may not value your life but you value work ethic.

So begins your first day as the Volturi secretary.

~~~

You quickly learn names and abilities of all the guard except who don’t seem that bad at all. Of course they’re all horribly frightening and don’t care for you at all but they aren’t rude.

You’re good at your job and you assure to follow all the rules laid out. Even though your job is easy you never slack off in your free time. To keep busy you start hand making a calendar for the Volturi. Each month has a guard member or two sketched out on it while the three kings stand as the cover.

Your main task is organizing fake tours for Heidi to lead so the Volturi can eat without suspicion being raised. Though the screams haunt your dreams you manage to stop flinching every time a tour comes through.

Other jobs include scheduling trials for vampires who’ve broken laws, planning parties, handing on letters, sending gifts to friends of the Volturi, and anything else that is asked of you. Once you had to learn how to fishtail braid so you could braid Jane’s hair.

Overall you’re not happy, you ever are, but you don’t hate your job. The pay is nice and it keeps you busy.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Jane snaps and you instantly bounce to attention. The blonde vampire is storming up to your desk with a murderous look on her face.

“Yes ma'am?”

“A trial is scheduled for the day of my and Alec’s birthday!” she hisses. “We were supposed to have a ball.” Jane is furious and looks ready to kill.

“I’m sorr-”

“I know it wasn’t you! You keep track of the birthdays ritualistically.” It’s true you have all the birthdays written down and you always plan something if the particular vampire cares about their birthday. “I want to know who told you to put a trial over it!”

Jane is glaring viciously and her hands are clenched.

“Mr Demetri requested it,” you answer calmly.

“I’m going to rip his head off,” she growls. “Thanks.” You’re stunned, none f then has ever shifted blame from you to another member of the guard, and no one has ever said thanks.

“Your welcome but ma'am, is the fault not mine?” you ask curiously.

“It’s not because I know you were ordered explicitly to follow all orders. I also know Demetri is mad because I stole his favorite cloak,” Jane replies curtly and then storms off.

You wonder silently if they’ve started to like you.

~~~

“Dear (Y/N) I wonder if you could help me choose a table cloth for Jane and Alec’s party?” Aro inquires with a sickly sweetness. He called you into the throne room for this express reason apparently.

“Yes I can master,” you say and walk forward. Your heels click on the granite floor loudly, too loudly.

“Never wear heels again (Y/N) they are intolerable,” Caius demands.

“Ah but sweet (Y/N) looks so delicious in heels,” Aro muses. “Felix, and Heidi certainly think so.” The referred vamps immediately hiss and scowl. You feel your face heat up in betrayal to your mind.

“How can they stand the sound?” Caius mutters but everyone disregards him.

“Oh hush brother. Now (Y/N) tell me which table cloth is best?”

You choose the red one which pleases Jane and Alec.

On your way out you purposefully take light steps to cushion the sound.

“Aro this girl has been here for months when will we kill her?”

“Caius we also discussed turning her.”

“We always say we’ll turn them but we never do.”

“This one is different.”

~~~

“(Y/N) will you come to our party?” Alec asks suddenly appearing behind you. You squeak in surprise and whip around to find Jane and him looking at you expectantly.

“If you request I come then I shall sir. Unless I’m indisposed,” you reply nicely.

“What do you mean? What could possibly make you unavailable. You have nothing to do outside this job,” Jane remarks bluntly.

“Ma'am the only way I would miss your party is if I was dead. In my line of work I understand that my death could occur at any moment.”

Jane and Alec both stare in shock and then a certain emotion you couldn’t figure out.

Before you know it Jane grabs your arm in a bruising grip and roughly pulls you to the throne room.

So it’s finally happening, your death.

~Swimming with the Pheromones~ (M)

Your hybrids smell something odd and things get a little heated to say the least. 

Rated M for Mature: Smut with a hint of cursing

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

Word Count: 11,421

Explain the point of…blah blah blah.

Yeah, no, not today.

We’re not doing this right now.  Why did teachers think it was a good idea to give extra homework on the long weekends?  Yes, everyone earned an additional two days off, but of course the professor who taught your most hated course of the semester would throw in a few more questions.

This was the small bit of work you had left and there were only five questions remaining.  You wanted to get it done, right here in this library, before you went home to enjoy your long needed vacation.  You stretch your limbs high into the air, shoulder joints cracking at the movement.

Okay.  You can do this.  The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home and cuddle with the boys without any worry.  With the little voice cheering you on inside your head, you pick up your pencil and begin writing, determination reenergizing you.

                                   ~*~

Humming to yourself as you suck on the delicious strawberry lollipop the library was giving out, you giddily skip to your doorstep, ecstatic that you were able to complete all of your assignments.  Unlocking the door to your apartment, you hear the suspenseful music before anything else.

Creeping in quietly as you gently shut the door, you are met with two figures huddling under a blanket on the couch as they cling to one another for dear life.  They haven’t seen you yet and a quick glance at the TV depicts a gruesome-filled scene which explains the eerie music.  It seems like your hybrids have stumbled across their first horror movie.  One that will more than likely lead to nightmares if the invisible ghost that dragged a girl across the floor had any say.

“Hello there.”  You call out, hoping that they will recognize your voice and that it won’t scare them to pieces.

It doesn’t work.  In fact, it has the opposite effect.

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Red Fire (Crowley x Reader x Lucifer) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by crowleysloverr


Originally posted by lucifersagents

Summary: You’re Crowley’s personal, little pet and you enjoy every second of it. But when you hear that a more powerful creature is held prison by Crowley, you decide it’s time to move up on the ladder.

A/N: This is just 4000 words of pure, filthy porn but I regret nothing. Set in S12 E15

Tags: @socktrollqueen @tori-supernatural @karlamoriarty

Warnings: SMUT, So much smut everywhere, Explicit Language, Pet Play, Blow Job, Facial, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal.

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Marichat May Day 14: Age-Up Chat

Happy Mother’s Day, lovelies!  It was hard not to get carried away with this one.  ;)

For @maerynn-blog, who is yet another awesomely talented member of this community.  If you haven’t already, go read her stuff!!!


“What do you want?”  Marinette asked, inching her way along the wall, wary step by wary step, leading him away from the crowd outside the theater. She kept her eyes on the akuma who’d called himself simply Dorian, as her mind ran in circles.  She desperately needed to get away to transform, but as long as she kept his attention on her, he wasn’t hurting anyone else.

“Oh, my, you are lovely,” Dorian cooed appreciatively, ignoring her question as he slowly stalked after her.

“But I’m not, not really.”

“False humility,” he scoffed, his fists clenching angrily.  “Look at you, the very picture of youth and beauty, and you spout false humility.  You’re just like that sniveling upstart who thinks he’s good enough for my role.”

“What are you talking about?  What do you want with me?”

With you?  Nothing,” Dorian sneered, raising the mirror clutched in his hand.  “But from you?  I will take your youth, you lovely little liar.  You don’t deserve it!”

Marinette!”   A familiar pair of arms wrapped her in an equally familiar embrace, and lifted her just as a bright flash of light lit the alley.  He flinched, but his hold on her didn’t waver.   He simply extended his staff to launch them into the air, and vaulted away from the akuma.

“Chat?  Are you okay?  Were you hit?”

“I’m fine.”  He landed briefly on a rooftop, and shifted her to his back.  “Just hold on to me, so I can get you somewhere safe.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on as he made his way towards her balcony.  She considered trying to convince him to put her down closer to the site of the attack, but knew from past experience that it was pointless.  He would take her home, where he thought she’d be safe, he’d say something about Ladybug taking care of things until he got back, and then he’d leave her to return to the fight.  He couldn’t know that he was actually carrying Ladybug away from the fight, and he never seemed to notice that she would always arrive after he did in those instances.

He landed lightly on her balcony, and Marinette released him to slide from his back.  Except that the ground was farther away than it should have been, and she stumbled in surprise.

“Whoa there, you alright?”  He steadied her with a hand on her waist, and bent to look at her face worriedly.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she replied, looking up to meet his eyes.  “I just—Chat?”  It was dark, so it was kind of hard to see, but he definitely looked different.

“What?  What’s wrong?”

“Come here, I need to see you.”  She took his hand and tugged him after her, toward the trap door into her room.

“Marinette, is this really the time…?”

“Yes!”  She climbed down into her room, and he followed reluctantly. “You took that hit for me, didn’t you?  I thought we got away in time, but I think he did something to you.”

She flipped on her light and turned to look at him, fearing the worst, and stared.

What she saw was not the worst.  He hadn’t been disfigured in any way, and he hadn’t been entirely robbed of his youth—both of which had been distinct possibilities, considering what that irate actor had been going on about.  But he had been aged.

Delightfully, deliciously aged.

He still had the same wild green eyes, the same riotous hair, the same beautiful mouth.  But he’d gotten noticeably taller, his shoulders noticeably wider, and he’d gained significantly in muscle mass.  Almost in a daze, Marinette stepped closer to trail trembling fingers from a cheekbone that was more pronounced, to a hard jaw that was covered in golden stubble.

“Marinette?”  He whispered uncertainly.  “What’s wrong?”

She blinked, and looked up into his eyes, surprised again by his unfamiliar height.   She licked her lips, and her hand fell.   “You’re…older, I think.”

“Yeah?”  He caught her small hand in his now much larger one.  His eyes had dipped to her mouth at the movement of her tongue, and the slit pupils dilated.  He stepped closer still, forcing her to look even farther up to maintain eye contact, and smirked.  “Do I age well?”

She laughed breathlessly, blushing.  “Do you really have to ask?”

“I guess not,” he murmured.  “But I wanted your answer anyway.”

“You’re—God, you’re beautiful, Chat.  If this is what you’re going to grow into…”

He leaned in toward her, and Marinette felt her eyes begin to slide closed—until a particularly forceful thump from the small purse at her hip recalled her to herself.

Tikki.

Super hero.

The akuma!

She jumped back, pulling her fingers from his grasp.  “I-I shouldn’t keep you.  The akuma—”

His eyes widened almost comically, and she knew that he’d forgotten, too.  “Merde, I have to go.  Stay here, where you’ll be safe.”   He turned and put one foot on the ladder to her loft bed, paused for a moment, and then turned back to take her face in his hands and press a quick, hot kiss to her mouth.  “Later, Princess.”  Then he was up the ladder and out the door, while she still stood rooted to the floor in her bedroom, staring after him until a red blur flew in front of her face.

“Mar-in-ette!  We have to go!”

She shook herself, and focused on the anxious kwami, determined to put freaking out on hold until after the akuma had been dealt with.   Except…

“Tikki, why the hell didn’t I take a picture?!“”

Vampire/Victim Sentence Starters

For vampires
——————–
“Have you ever wanted to live forever?”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“You look…delicious.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“Let’s be together forever.”
“I think we need some time, just the two of us.”
“Trust me.”
“I know what’s best for you.”
“It’ll only hurt a little bit.”
“It’ll be over soon.”
“There’s something you need to know about me.”
“You can’t resist immortality.”

For victims
——————–
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I’m afraid of you.”
“I want to be with you forever.”
“I’m not so sure about this…”
“I don’t want this.”
“I want this.”
“When I look at you, I feel hypnotized.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m yours.”
“I trust you.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You’re so pale.”
“Your teeth…”

I bacha(ta) I can dance better than you ! - Jason Todd x Hispanic!reader

Not even sorry for the bad pun in the title. Ok so I really REALLY HOPE I didn’t mess up this story, because I’d be super mad at myself if I mis-represent said hispanic!reader ! I hope it’s fine, I tried really. ANYWAY IMMA SHUT UP NOW HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT !! Also, I’m French, and never even learned Spanish in class (I was taught German), so I hope the Spanish things I’ll put in are right 

PS : Reader is from Honduras because another anon’ kindly ask me to write a hispanic!reader from there :-). However I didn’t delve in the Hondura culture THAT much, just a few hint, because I still wanna keep it “broad” enough if that makes sense. 
PPS : Someone pointed out Jason actually know how to speak Spanish in the comics and…well, this is an imagine. It’s obviously not canon. I might write another story where he surprises his hispanic s/o because he indeed already speak Spanish fluently though :D. Endless possibilities really. 

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Jason didn’t even remember, what brought him in the Spanish quarter of Gotham that day, but he blessed whatever guided his feet there every single hours that went by because…Well, he met you. 

He was lost in thoughts when he stumbled on a huge gathering of people right there, in the middle of the street. A song was resonating in the entire block (this song : click here to listen to it), and the noises all around him brought him back to reality. 

People were cheering, dancing, singing…but it’s you who caught his attention.

 Pushing through the crowd to see what everything was about, he saw you. And you were absolutely owning the place. 

You were dancing with a man, in rhythm with the music, and Jason was completely subjugated by you and your movements. 

There was absolutely no doubt you were the center of this little party, right in the middle of the street…Cars were even waiting patiently, their drivers not daring to honk or anything, just looking at everyone dancing and enjoying life. 

If he wasn’t so suddenly hypnotized by you, Jason would have realized you weren’t at all the center of the attention. Hell, no one was. It was just a giant gathering of people being happy. A spontaneous event that someone listening to a song too loudly sprout. 

Literally, the owner of a local small convenience store’s favorite song was passing on the radio, and he got so excited he pushed the sound all the way up…And then someone, no one knew who, started dancing, another one joined in…until the entire block turned into a giant dancing floor. 

Some danced way better than you, but Jason didn’t even notice them. His attention was fully fixed on you, on every move you made, every step you took, your smile, your (H/C) dancing in the wind…He would never admit it, but he fell in love with you right on the spot. 

As suddenly as this dancing party started, it stopped, as the song was getting to an end, and everyone, after a lot of hugs, laughter, cheering and applause, slowly returned to their every day life. 

Jason found himself, too stunned to move, on the sidewalk, looking at you getting away…He wanted to run after you, but something was holding him on the spot. He just couldn’t move at all. And his heart started to beat like crazy as he realized he was letting you get away without even trying to talk to you ! 

Fortunately that day, Destiny was finally kind to him. 

-(Y/N) ! HEY (Y/N) WAIT UP ! 

As you were about to turn the corner of the street and disappear forever, you turned around. (Y/N). So that was your name. So beautiful…it rolled on his tongue perfectly. And oh when you smiled at the guy next to him who was calling you, he felt like he was melting into a puddle. 

You crossed the street to join the man who called you. It was the man with whom you were dancing a bit earlier. As you reach for him, he takes your hands and Jason’s heart dropped. 

-Ooooh hermosa, were you gonna leave without saying goodbye ? 

-I wouldn’t dare Ale’, it’s just that I really got to get to work, you made me late Mr. Alejandro Barientos ! 

-Oh hey, I bet your boss will understand the need to dance no ? 

-You know my boss mi amigo, she’s pretty harsh. 

-Oh hey, don’t talk about your mama like that. She does everything so you can have a good life. 

-I know Ale’, I know. Anyway I really gotta run before her “everything” forces me to work extra hours because I was late ! See ya later Mr. Barientos !

He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same, and in an instant, you’re gone again. Jason cannot stop himself from looking at you as you leave, his heart tightening at each step you take, as you go away…He wants to run after you but, what good could it do ? That Alejandro was obviously your boyfriend, why else would he dance with you like that, and kiss you and…Something catches Jay’s eyes. 

It’s “Ale’”. And he’s kissing a man. Not on the cheek. 

Time seems to suddenly slow down, as Jason’s head moves in between the man he thought was your boyfriend and you. He has to make a decision in this split second, as you’re about to disappear forever around the corner…

Jason Todd doesn’t hesitate, he starts to run after you as fast as he can. 

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Little witch (Part 6)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 348

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so happy i finally found time to write this. I finished school and I have some days until i start work. I hope i will manage to finish this story and write all the request i have in my box. Please, let me know what you think, it’s really important to me given the fact English isn’t my first language ♥ Enjoy and sorry if there are mistakes (i wrote it really late last night) 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“We were facing each other and I saw the fear in his eyes but he had to play a macho so he said ’Stay there and I won’t hurt you’. His body was shaking and the man was wearing only his pink boxers. Such a pathetic picture. I sent a bullet towards the vase behind him and he peed in his pants”, Tony finished one of the many stories he liked to tell on his parties. Everyone laughed although they had heard it before. But when a billionaire is telling a joke you have to laugh if you want to be invited on the next party, especially if all the Avengers are there.

Next to Mr. Stark was Sam Wilson, known as The Falcon who was telling different stories too trying to look stronger and cooler than Stark. The both of them were basically competing but their audience didn’t mind at all.

In the other corner Bruce, Thor and Steve could be seen. They were surrounded by people too but not so many. Thor was kind of drunk and he was throwing his hammer in the air showing off that he was the only one able to move it. Steve was laughing and drinking although the alcohol could not affect him. As for Bruce, he was moving from group to group trying to find his place. There were times when he wasn’t in the mood for parties and alcohol and sometimes stripers as drunken Stark used to call sometimes. This night was the same and the doctor soon went to his room where he would be able to relax.

Natasha, Wanda and (Y/N) were on the dance floor moving their bodies in unison as the rhythm. Nat was holding her probably fourth glass of whiskey. Clint, Vision, Peter and Scott Lang were sitting at the bar talking and sometimes throwing glances at the people dancing. The music was loud so the avengers had to shout a little in order to be heard properly but most of the time they had to repeat what they had said. Everyone was enjoying themselves except Peter. He wasn’t allowed to drink so he was just sitting there searching for a particular girl. He had found her minutes ago but didn’t want her to see him starring but he couldn’t help it. He’d been looking at her movements as a hawk. He didn’t miss to spot how at the beginning she was dancing like a tree but soon the nervousness left her and she was moving without caring. Peter smiled as he saw the girl experiencing something an ordinary teenager was used to every weekend.

(Y/N) did her best to try to enjoy that night. She was talking with everybody, drunk a little from Nat’s glass, even danced but deep inside she knew that all of this wasn’t her. She wasn’t raised that way. No music, no fun, no dance. Only fights, fights, and fights. The alcohol she swallowed helped her to loosen up and let the beat take control of her body. She was moving as the good songs kept playing but she knew she was doing it in order to have fun which wasn’t happening if we have to be honest. The girl made an excuse to her partners in the dance floor and walked through the dancing and sweaty people who were drunk as hell. Some of them were rubbing each other bodies, others were ready to swallow each other given the fact how they were kissing, and others were already heading toward the bathrooms. (Y/N) was surprised how many people had attended the party. She thought that it would be just her and the new friends she made a couple weeks ago but no. Stark had decided to throw a huge party and the girl was sure he didn’t know at least 10% of his guests. When (Y/N) got out of the loud room and entered the quiet balcony the fresh spring air hit her are skin. The wind sent shivers down her spine, her body tensing at the coldness she felt due to being sweaty. The girl bypassed the swimming pool and went near the glass parapet. The building was indeed high, the whole city could be seen from there. She inhaled deeply letting the cold air freshen her body from inside. (Y/N) was enjoying the view while listening to the music which outside was actually pleasant. But little she knew that her actions of leaving the party were spotted from a certain boy that hadn’t let his eyes fall from her.    

When Peter saw (Y/N) leaving, he stood up following her outside away from the loud party. The making a path through the crowd slowed him down but once he was on the balcony, he saw the girl he liked alone looking at lightened city below them. He slowly approached her thinking of an interesting opening gambit. But with each step he took his mind refused to work and nervous filled his body again. He cursed himself that he let this happen every time she was near him. Taking a deep breath the boy stood next to her and tried to spoke but was late.

“Why are you here, Peter?”, the girl asked looking at him. At first the boy thought the girl asked that so he would understand he wasn’t welcomed but as he saw her soft (y/e/c) he calmed down. She was just being curious.

“I saw you leaving.”, he answered without thinking. His tongue was moving without his brain working properly.  

“And you came because…?”, her eyes weren’t leaving his which caused the boy to fall under their spell. The distance between their faces was slowly reducing.

“Because I wanted to see if you are okay.”, the girl smiled and turned her head towards the beautiful city. This activity broke the ‘spell’ Peter had fallen into but he continued to stare at her, “You are feeling as though you are not fitting in this atmosphere, right?”

“How do you know?”

“I am feeling the same way at school parties. They are not the way I’d like to spent my free time and have fun.”, at that time the boy was looking the city, while (Y/N) was observing his face.

“And what is the way you like to have fun?”

“Well, I like to…”, he suddenly stopped and looked at the girl. A smirk craved on his face which made the girl confused.

“What?”,

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I like to spent Saturday night and have fun my way. Are you in?”, the smirk on Peter’s face was now bigger as he hoped the girl would accept his offer. Suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face.

“I would love to, Peter Parker.”

“Then, shall we?”, as a gentleman he offered his hand and girl took it happily. They both exited the tower without being spotted by anyone.

“So where are we going?”, (Y/N) dared to ask after 10 minutes of walking in silence.

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?”, the boy looked at her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“It is supposed to be but I am not into surprised at all.”

“Well, tonight you’ll be.”

“Idiot.”

“I’d gladly be a idiot If I am the reason you smile.”, and it was true. (Y/N) hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the tower. This statement made her blush which surprised Peter. His smile became bigger as he saw the soft side of the girl which she was usually hiding behind the mask of a dangerous serial killer, “Come on, we are almost there.”, Peter grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and they both rushed towards a small café on the other side of the street. It’s name was shinning in dark blue which made the café easy to be seen. When they entered inside the girl was amazed by the atmosphere and way it was decorated. Simple and cozy vintage design invited the new guests inside. There was a girl listening to music behind the bar and two girls chatting at one of the corners. (Y/N) thought they would sit somewhere so she started looking for a cozy and lonely place.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of staying here but if you want- ”

“Oh, no, no. You are the one leading the parade. You promised me fun so I hope you would give me one.”, the girl joked and he boy calmed down, “I don’t want to ruin anything but isn’t it late for coffee?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because only in this café you can find the best and most delicious muffins. Believe me, you have never eaten such mouth-melting dessert.”, the boy gave a simple answer and turned around to make an order. A minute later, the boy and the girl were outside the café roaming through the streets of New Your city and eating.

“Oh my gosh, Peter! These are just magnificent. I’ve never tasted anything like that.”

“I told you so.”, the girl was about to take another bite from the muffin when Peter pushed her hand up so her nose would be in covered in chocolate.

“How dare you Parker?!”, the girl gave him a dead glare, “You will pay for this.”

“I can’t take you seriously with so much chocolate on your face. You look sweat rather than scary.”, the boy couldn’t stop laughing and the girl used this opportunity to push her half muffin in Peter’s face.

“That’s part of the revenge you will get.”

“Oh, you are gonna regret this Ms. (Y/L/N)!”, and with that (Y/N) began running while Peter was chasing her. There was a park near them and the girl entered it. Although she was on high heels which weren’t that high, the girl was still faster than the boy. But let’s face it, he was doing it on purpose.

“I can’t do it anymore.”, Peter announced and sat on a bench, “You are fast and I don’t want to sweat in this amazing suit. I prefer to look hot than to revenge you for some chocolate.”, the girl was suspicious at first but when he didn’t stand up from the bench, she sat next to him.

“Then I’m sorry to say that you don’t look that hot as you think.”

“I remember you telling something else when we were in your room hour ago.”, he looked at her.

“Well, my eyesight isn’t good sometimes.”

“Mhm, whatever you say…”, his tone was challenging.

“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Parker?”, now they were inches away from each other, still looking at each other eyes, while their bodies desired for something else.

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

That was it. They both were on the edge of doing what they wanted to do since weeks. They stood there looking at each other in silence. The tension was felt in the air but it wasn’t a sexual tension how Nat would say. No, it was a tension between two young teenagers that had slowly fallen in love. They wanted to connect, to feel what the other felt, to see the nightmares the other had, to explore their souls. But sadly they both were scared. (Y/N) had never had such feeling burning inside her. We all know her story to know that love was something she never felt except in her early years. The Avengers gave her the love of a family but the love she felt now was never a shade in the painting of her life. It was new, it was great and yet it was scary.

Peter was a shy nerdy boy and a sarcastic superhero. When he was with the witch he somehow managed to merge his both sides in one. The confident side in him was ready to do the next step but the mask was gone, he was Peter Parker, the nerd school boy who had problems with talking to girls.

The lovebirds were standing dare not daring to move. They didn’t want to ruin this moment thinking it was the chance they got but they both were scared to take it.

“There is something in you Peter. Something that makes me wanna kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.”

“You know how to ruin the romantic moment.”, they both laughed getting out of the unison.

“But that’s true. There are moments when you are a pain in the ass.”, their eyes were sparkling with true happiness, “But what scares me is that I want you to be my pain in the ass.”, the boy froze for a moment at those words. He looked at her still shocked. Peter didn’t say a thing which caused the girl to look at her fingers which showed she was nervous.

“I- I shouldn’t have-”, but she wasn’t given the chance to finish her sentence. Peter had cupped her face in his hands, his lips connecting with hers in a slow and soft kiss. (Y/N) was surprised both from the sudden action and the sensation in her guts. She instantly closed her eyes letting her soul to see what no eyes could behold. It wasn’t just flesh touching, it was souls meeting and connecting. She got the feeling of being high in the sky, flying freely and carelessly. She felt the love in so many different ways that there are no words able to describe it.

“That was-”

“Chocolatey.” , the girl finished Peter’s sentence which caused both of them to laugh.

That night they stayed there on the bench in the empty park, enjoying each other company, laughing at their jokes, telling different stories from the past and made plans for the future. That night they felt real, they felt alive and breathing. That night love made its magic – it connected two souls that had been searching each other for years, it gave them true happiness, an unforgettable love. That night love gave them a surreal picture of life which blurred their sights and weakened them for what was about to happen.

Part 7

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The Lego Movie - Sentence Starters
  • "Cover your butt."
  • "Oh, now there's a prophecy."
  • "All this is true, because it rhymes."
  • "That was a great, inspiring legend...that you made up."
  • "Good morning, apartment!"
  • "Ah here it is, the instructions to fit in, have everyone like you, and always be happy!"
  • "Wear clothes. Whoops, almost forgot that one!"
  • "Honey, where are my pants?"
  • "What was I just thinking? Ah, I don't care."
  • "Take everything weird and blow it up!"
  • "Who wants to eat some delicious chicken wings and get craaazyyyy?!"
  • "...I think I heard a whoosh."
  • "I feel like maybe I should touch that."
  • "So you've never heard of the prophecy?"
  • "I watch a lot of cop shows on TV, isn't there also supposed to be a good cop?!"
  • "That guy's not a criminal mastermind."
  • "We all have something that makes us something, and ____ is...nothing."
  • "Am I gonna die?!"
  • "Yes, we've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape, but...we're lying to him."
  • "Come with me if you wanna not die."
  • "What are you, a DJ?"
  • "Darn darn darn, darny, darn!"
  • "Oh my g-o-s-h!"
  • "I'm not sure exactly why you'd bring that up."
  • "I never have any ideas."
  • "Blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff."
  • "I think I got it. But just in case... Tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening."
  • "How scary can someone's office be?"
  • "This meeting could run a little bit...deadly."
  • "It makes me just want to pick up whoever's standing closest to me and just throw them through this window!"
  • "All I'm asking for is total perfection!"
  • "Howdy guys! Come sit on me!"
  • "I don't think he's ever had an original thought in his life."
  • "Introducing, the double decker couch! So everyone can watch TV together and be buddies!"
  • "That idea is just the worst."
  • "Your mind is so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away in the first place."
  • "I'm dark and brooding too! ...Guys, look! A rainbow!"
  • "Any idea is a good idea! Except the not happy ones."
  • "I know what you're thinking: he is the least qualified person in the world to lead us! And you are right!"
  • "You are so disappointing on so many levels."
  • "This is not how Batman dies!"
  • "Somebody get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"
  • "I'm here to see...your butt."
  • "You're telling me that you have a machine to control the universe and you can't listen to tunes in surround sound?"
  • "I want speakers that you can hug with your arms and your legs."
  • "I didn't draw that, is that me exploding?!"
  • "Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"
  • "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here to die."
  • "So I guess running around and screaming is normal."
  • "You don't know me, but I'm on TV, so you can trust me."
  • "SPACESHIP!"
  • "What in the world is that? It's adorable."
  • "Do not eat me!"
  • "Why is the dragon on top of the luxury condo development?"
  • "You don't have to be the bad guy."
  • "He's the hero you deserve."
  • "Everything is awesome!"

anonymous asked:

I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol

These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!
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Okay.

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.

Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.

Veronica smiled

“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”

The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.

It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?

This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.

She needed this.

Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .

Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.

That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.

So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.

She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.

But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.

She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.

Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead

JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.

JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?

JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.

JUGGIE: hello?

Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.

So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.

Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.

She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.

Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away

“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”

Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.

As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.

Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.

“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.

Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music

“Come on we’re leaving.”

Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.

He sighed

“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.

“WHAT?! PUT ME DOWN! FORSYTHE JONES! PUT ME DOWN!”

Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.

“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.

“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred

He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”

She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement

“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”

His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”

“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell

“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders

“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath

“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”

She leaned into his palm

“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”

His heart leapt out of his chest.

“You’re drunk.”

“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.

He smiled softly

He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him

“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”

She sighed

“Ay ay captain!”

He rolled his eyes reaching for her hand.

It was gonna be a long night

“LITTLE BY LITTLE.”

Request ⇾ can you do an Eddie x reader where they try to win eddies mother over by doing little cute things?

Warnings ⇾ slut shaming, mrs k being an ass?

A/N ⇾ keep sending requests! I love them! And also thank you for 100 followers!

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“Your mother just does not like me, Eddie! There is no she ever will! She’s heard all of the rumours about me and she will never be able to forget them. Even if they’re not true, she is still going to hold them against me!”

Y/N knew this to be true. The first day she had met Mrs K, Y/N was forced to leave the Kaspbrak residence as Mrs K didn’t want someone ‘so dirty and impure’ around her son.

~

“Mom, this is Y/N! Isn’t she gorgeous!” Eddie boasted with glee to his mother. He really wanted her to give her approval of Y/N and her relationship with Eddie, however she gave the complete opposite.

“Y/N… as in Y/N L/N?” She asked angling her head and narrowing her eyes as she leered in Y/N’s direction.

“Yep!” Eddie said with a cheery smile on his face. Oh if he only knew how the next few minutes would pan out.

“Oh, no, Eddie. Sweetie, you can’t hang out with her. I’m sorry but I think you need to leave, Y/N.”

Eddies face fell as well as his jaw. He was surprised it didn’t fall off.

“W-what do you mean, Mom?”

“You know what I mean, Eddie-bear. Y/N, I’ve heard all about you and what you’ve done with that Bowers boy. I don’t want you near my son. You are a dirty and impure girl and I will not have you poisoning my little Eddie. Please leave.”

And so she did. That didn’t stop Y/N and Eddie from hanging out. But there was something always bothering Eds. He really wanted his Mom to like Y/N and would do anything for the two to get along well.

~

“Well, Y/N, we’ll just have to make her like you! Yes! We’ll do it slowly! Little by little! And she will like you, how could she not!”

The only reason Y/N agreed to try was because, well, she loved Eddie and wanted to help get him out of his funk.

~

Over the next couple of weeks, Eddie and Y/N did everything they could to get Mrs K to warm up to the idea of her son and Y/N dating.

They had tidied up the house, cut the grass, bought fresh flowers, cooked them all tea and today, they were baking cakes!

“C'mon, Eddie, we have to focus! Your mum will be home in thirty minutes! We need to put the cakes in now!” Y/N told her distracted boyfriend.

And with that, Eddie needed no more reminders. He put his oven glove on and picked up the tray, placing it in the oven and setting the timer.

Deep down, they were both beginning to think she would never like the girl Eddie treasured so deeply, but neither were willing to admit it. Hopefully, this would be the cherry on top of the very persistent cake.

~

“Eddie dear, I’m Home!” Mrs K shouted lovingly as she entered the house.

“Did you finish your- Oh, you’re here.” She said after seeing Y/N sitting in her kitchen alongside her son.

If Mrs K were telling the truth, she’d admit she quite liked Y/N, but due to her initial reaction, she couldn’t change her opinion because that would mean she was wrong. That was something she didn’t think she could admit.

“Look, mom! We made you cakes! It was Y/N’s idea!”

Truth be told, it wasn’t, but Eddie would’ve said anything to his Mom if it meant she’d warm up to his girlfriend.

“What kin-”

“Chocolate! Eddie said it was your favourite!” Y/N said taking the cake tier up to his, stubborn, mother.

Mrs K took one off and took a bite as Y/N and Eds stood anxiously.

“What do you think, Mom?”

“They’re delicious.” She reluctantly admitted.

“No, I mean of Y/N, Mom. Seeing as we tidied the house, cut the grass, bought flowers for the new vase, made tea the other week and now, made you chocolate cakes!” Eddie rambled on, secretly hoping Y/N or his mother would cut him off. “Isn’t she lovely?” He pressed.

Mrs K allowed a small smile to spread across her face, “Yes, I suppose she is.”

Eddie and Y/N had earned her approval, little by little.

Bad porn

KJ Apa x reader

Summary; It’s movie night with the cast that you’re living with while filming and a bad sex scene gets you frustrated but luckily, KJ’s there to help you

Warnings; It’s overly smutty as promised! (but not as dark as I wanted) kinda public, masturbating, toys, fisting, anal, rough KJ and as usual, cursing

A/N; Request by my giiiiirl @allibear01 💕 I loooooved the idea for this one and I hope I lived up to your expectations 😘 ps, if anyone’s still wondering, yes, I’m a kinky bastard and I get many ideas straight from porn 😂 (there are people who watch porn and people who lie about not watching it)



Tonight was movie night with the whole cast. You had all moved into a big house in Vancouver as you were filming Riverdale and everything was just easier by doing so.

You were currently seated on the big and comfy couch with Lili, Madelaine, KJ and Charles. A few armchairs were taken by Camila and Casey as Cole was spreaded on the floor on top of a ‘pillow bed’.

The pick of the night was some scary movie and even when you loved horror, you still covered the screen when a scary part was on. Everyone knew about your silly manner and you were just waiting for the teasing to start.

The movie began as everyone had settled down and the lights were turned off. About 15 minutes into the movie, Charles decided to speak up from next to you.

“Might wanna cover your eyes now Y/N, something might come and get you!”, he yelled the last part as he grabbed your arm and you jumped a little. Everyone let out a small chuckle but continued to focus on the movie. Soon enough, an actual scary part was on and you unknowingly grabbed a hold of KJ’s bicep, who was sitting on your other side. The moment you got scared, you dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss in pain but no one heard as they got scared too.

“Damn Y/N, save the scratching to the bed”, he said quietly enough for only you to hear. You whipped your head from the screen to see KJ smirking at you as you removed your hands from his warm skin. The blush on your cheeks was fortunately covered by the darkness of the room and you didn’t say anything as you paid attention to the movie again. You couldn’t deny that KJ wasn’t attractive but you were too good friends to ruin it. Right?

About a half an hour passed and you had started to slid down on the couch into a comfy, slouching position with your legs over Charles’ lap and your head resting on KJ’s stomach. The screen started to show some bad sex scene and suddenly you felt too aware of the boy’s bodies touching yours. KJ’s hand had slid down to rest on your hip, partly on your ass as you were on your side. Your legs were basically over Charles’ crotch. The scene was reminding you of your sexual frustration as it had been a while since you had sex, so you pressed your thighs together to suppress your urges. The scene turned into a full wild, bdsm sex and now you were really feeling the wetness between your legs. Feeling worried about someone finding out, you slowly started to get into a sitting position to prepare to excuse yourself to leave. KJ didn’t remove his hand but instead, he snaked it around your waist to cup your crotch.

“Getting excited, are we?”, he smirked as Charles heard and gave your ass a small spank.

“Is little Y/N into kinky sex?”, Charles teased and you looked around to see if everyone was staring at you. But thankfully, no one did. The boy’s behavior was normal and they were always making sexual comments and acts towards everyone but never had KJ been so bold towards you.

“Shut up you guys. I’m just tired, I’m gonna go to bed”, you quickly said and tried to escape to your room.

“Hey Y/N, would you please make some more popcorn?”, Lili asked as she saw you getting up and you sighed in defeat.

“Of course”, you faked a smile and walked to the kitchen that was behind the couch. It was all one big room, only a tall counter separating the spaces.

“I’ll help!”, KJ voice yelled and you felt a little nervous suddenly. You took the popcorn out and placed it on the counter as you felt KJ coming to stand behind you. His breath was tingling on your neck before he whispered in your ear.

“I know why you really wanted to leave”, he said and you felt a little embarrassed.

“What do you mean?”, you played dumb.

“I saw how that scene was effecting you”, he continued and you just shook your head.

“No need to deny it Y/N”, he said as he grabbed your hips and you pushed your ass back just a bit to feel his erection.

“I think you’re the one that’s feeling something, not me”, you teased as you kept looking forward at the movie, making sure no one was watching you.

“Is that so? Then what’s this?”, he whispered and shoved his right hand into your loose pajama shorts, making contact with your wet pussy since you weren’t wearing any underwear. You gasped a little when he pulled two fingers from your entrance to your clit and started to rub.

“I felt your wetness through your shorts on the couch so no need to lie, baby”, he cooed into your ear and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping your mouth. You didn’t even think about pulling away from his touch as it felt too good, no matter how shocked you were from his actions.

“Is the popcorn ready?”, Lili shouted and you came back to reality and pulled away from KJ, not wanting to get busted by anyone.

“KJ’s making it! I’m heading to bed!”, you quickly told everyone and sprinted to your room.


Falling back to your bed, you took a deep breath and removed your wet shorts, spread your legs and pressed your index and middle finger against your clit and started to do circles. You immediately relaxed and fell into the bliss of your own fingers, imagining they were KJ’s. Small moans fell from your mouth as you pushed three fingers inside and stretched yourself for a moment before pulling your loyal friend from your nightstand drawer. A big black dildo. It wasn’t that long but it sure was thick as hell. You rubbed it against your pussy, making it wet to push it in more easily but then something horrible happened.

“I didn’t know you were into this kinda thing but I could’ve helped you with that”, you heard KJ’s voice and immediately threw the dildo under the blanket and tried to cover yourself.

“KJ! What the fuck! Get out!”, you whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to find out about this. KJ only smirked as he looked at you and closed the door behind him.

“I don’t think you really want me to”, he said seductively and started to approach you. Pulling the covers over your lower body, your cheeks turned red as you tried to imagine this wasn’t happening.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes so, why don’t you open your legs again and show me that delicious pussy that I’m about to destroy”, he said and your heart skipped a beat. You were too horny to deny him so you did as he told and laid back, with your pussy fully exposed to him. His dirty words were making you wetter than before and you didn’t even think about what was actually happening as it felt like a dream.

“You want me to fuck you?”, he simply asked.

“Yes”, you moaned when two of his fingers were pushed inside you. Another one was added but you needed more.

“Please”, you whined at him as he smirked.

“You want more?”, he questioned and you would’ve rolled your eyes at him if he wasn’t making you feel this good. The fourth finger was added and now your moans were getting louder, but not loud enough to alert the others.

“Think you can take my fist, baby?”, he asked and you rapidly nodded. You had a fisting kink. That was kinda obvious. Your pussy wasn’t loose but you just felt amazed about how much it could expand so you were up to trying anything.

KJ put his hand into a ducks beak position and started to push in. Your dripping wet pussy making it easy to slip in but it got a little harder around his knuckles. He pulled back and forth a few times before his hand finally slipped in and you gasped.

“So good Y/N. Damn, that’s so fucking hot”, KJ praised you and you bucked your hips to signal him to start moving his hand. He fucked you with his hand for a moment, stretching you.

“Ready for the fist?”, he asked and you nodded, a little nervous now. You felt him moving around inside you and the he started to pull out. It hurt but there was more pleasure than pain. His hand finally slipped out and your mouth hang a little open when you saw his hand in a fist.

“Shit, babe. I’m gonna fist you now”, KJ said as he started to push back in. The thought of his big fist inside you made your head spin and the fact that it was actually happening, you felt like your were in heaven.

“Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore!”, he said after a few minutes of fisting. He pulled out and flipped you over, making you get on all fours as he pulled his pants off.

You eagerly waited for him to enter you but when his fist was back at your entrance, you looked back and saw that it was not him, it was your dildo. He pushed it in before you could say anything and then you felt him rub his cock at your asshole.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet”, he told you as you obeyed. He grabbed your hips and pushed in. You tried to keep quiet but couldn’t stop the moan that escaped and it earned you a spank on you ass.

“If you don’t keep quiet, I’m not gonna fuck you”, he said and you shut your mouth and nodded. Satisfied with your silence, he started to pound into you with force and you knew you were about to cum.

“Don’t cum before me”, KJ said as if he read your mind but how could you control it? It felt too good. Not even a minute passed and you came. You hoped he didn’t notice but suddenly the dildo was out and you were pulled up by your hair and thrown on the floor.

“Told you not to cum”, he said with a scary voice and pulled you up on your knees as he grabbed your hair and shoved his cock right down your throat. You gagged but it only caused him to push deeper and tears started to flow from your eyes. You choked on him but at the same time, you loved it. KJ was being dominant and that’s exactly how you liked it. He started to fuck your mouth and after a minute or so, he pulled out and released on your face, making the cum drip from your cheeks onto your tiny top. And that’s when the door opened.

There Charles was. Standing with his mouth open, looking at you on your knees as KJ’s cock was in your face and he was still gripping your hair. No one moved as if time had frozen. You had no idea what to do. Clearly, it was obvious what had happened and he had seen enough.

“Shit. I just watched some lame porn on the tv when I could’ve been here watching some live action?”, Charles chuckled but you and KJ stayed silent.

“Next time Y/N, I’m joining you”, Charles winked before he left.

You still didn’t move but only looked at KJ with horror, knowing how everyone was gonna find out about you two.

“Well, shit”, KJ chuckled a little. You both cleaned up and got dressed before going back to the living room, neither of you saying a word. Maybe it was better to talk about everything later.

You dreaded to see everyone but no one seemed to pay any attention to you as you sat on the couch with KJ as he threw his arm around you and pulled you close. You felt a little surprised at it but your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Cole’s voice.

“Hey Y/N?”, he questioned casually. Maybe Charles had kept his mouth shut?

“Yeah?”, you turned to look at him on the floor. He smirked at you before speaking.

“You got a little cum on your cheek”.

Flirting Takes You Somewhere

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Anon request): Can you do a Clint Barton x little sister one where Tony hires her to be the teams personal chef cause he loves her cooking? Clint gets overprotective cause the guys on the team are flirty and she’s just a kid in his eyes since she’s fresh out of college. She loves her big brother but she loves to torment him too so she flirts with Bucky and teases Clint. Bucky ends up asking her out.

Words: 2000.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, but my life is hectic right now. Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!

MASTERLIST


“Cut those in small pieces,” you said as you placed a bowl of potatoes in front of your older brother, Clint. He looked at the bowl, then at you, then back at the bowl and finally back at you.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

You shot him a glare and he was smart enough to just grab the knife and start cutting.

While that was being solved, you focused on getting the rest of dinner ready.

You were a guest at the Avenger Compound. Being close to your brother meant a lot of hanging out with the Avengers, but you had never cooked for them.

You had no idea how you had gotten into the kitchen – with Clint­ of all people. Actually, you did. Sam Wilson and his need to bet on everything and, as a proud person, you couldn’t refuse. So you bet that you could make Natasha Romanoff moan while tasting your food.

Everything had to be perfect.

***

“Ready to lose?” Sam whispered in your ear, from behind you.

You smirked and glanced at him from over your shoulder. “Only in your dreams, birdy.”

The entire team sat around the gigantic table, everyone filling their plates with the plenty of food you made Clint place around.

The bet said you had to let Clint help and everyone knew how awful he was at the kitchen, so you made him do simple things: cut the potatoes and set the table. Knowing your plan, he took an extra-long time in cutting the potatoes.

You sat with Clint on your right and Bucky on your left, Steve by Bucky’s other side and Natasha right in front of you.

The team tried to conceal the glances they threw at Natasha as she prepared her first spoonful. Is a whimper a moan? She had to close her eyes? She had to whimper a word or just a wordless moan would suffice? You should have settles rules with Sam first.

Natasha rose the fork to her mouth and froze when the food touched her tongue.

Oh my. You had tasted it, it was delicious. How embarrassing would it be if Natasha hated it?

For three agonizing seconds, the room was dead silent, which was impressive on its own.

“I think my tongue just met with God.”

And then she began chewing and her eyes closed and she… moaned.

“YES!” Clint screamed beside you, standing up with his hands reaching for the ceiling.

“No way!” Sam shrieked before placing his fork in mouth. Sam whimpered.

Not a single word was said during dinner. Well at least not to each other. Some mumbling words escaped from here and there, but they were all quiet and, most importantly, all praises.

When everyone finished, Tony turned to face you.

“How on Earth do you do that?”

“Four years of cooking and experimenting new flavors in college does have its perks,” you explained and then smirked at Sam.

“So you just graduated?” Steve asked. Clint had told him that already, but he wanted to talk to you.

“Yep,” you confirmed, “I’m looking for a job now, but no one wants someone fresh out of college,” you sighed.

Few of them knew what the struggle was for those who had just finished college and were looking for a good job.

“What if you worked here?” Tony blurted out suddenly.

“What?”

“I’d pay you, of course. I’d probably get fat too, because I wouldn’t stop eating, but you’d have a job and be near your brother,” Tony eyes light up as the idea formed in his mind.

“Plus a bunch of lunatics as friends,” Sam chimed in, grinning, “Or more,” he winked at you, making you chuckle.

“And no need to wash or clean anything,” Tony quipped his eyebrows, “I’m a genius so no one actually has to do it.”

“I’d cook for all of you?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll gladly take it.”

“Yes!” Came the response from everyone surrounding you.

Everyone was beaming, but Bucky’s small smile was the most beautiful.

***

“Need any help?”

You turned to see Steve leaning against the doorway.

“If you’re not busy and trust me with a knife near you, sure,” you threw a smile over your shoulder.

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

You asked him to mix the sauce while you cut the meat.

“You sure you don’t want me do that?” Steve asked. He flexed his arms to show off the bulging muscles from under the shirt he wore.

Poor seams.

Steve wanted to flirt? Two could play at this game.

“Believe it or not, Steve, I’m very talented with my hands,” you winked at him.

Red peppers should feel jealous of his blush.

***

You were walking around the Compound, a book and a snack in hands when he suddenly appeared next to you.

“Hello, Princeza,” Pietro fell into a walk beside you, a grin on his lips, his hair all tousled from the run.

“Hello, Pietro,” you smiled back.

He turned and started walking backwards, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Just wanted to say that you look lovely today.”

You chuckled and thanked him before he took off running.

***

“Hey, [Y/n],” Wanda called you happily, “Wanna watch a movie with me?”

“Sure!”

You settle on the gigantic couch and picked a movie that pleased your tastes and hers.

Through the movie, Wanda laid her head on your shoulder, snuggling close. By the end of it, she was peacefully sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb her, so you simply got more comfortable on the couch and decided on a nap.

***

You slept on the afternoon, so at night, you couldn’t sleep. Maybe, a little walk around the Compound would be helpful.

As you went past the lab, you saw a light. Bright and, as you got closer, more than one.

“Bruce?” you called, softly.

He looked at you from his notepad, a bit frightened.

“Yes, [Y/n]?”

You smiled softly at him, “Can’t sleep?”

He chuckled. “Not tonight. I’m almost done with this and my mind won’t settle until I finish it.”

“Oh, I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“You can’t sleep either?” he called before you made it out the door, his voice a bit shaky.

You turned to him again. “Nope.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes not meeting yours. “Maybe some snack would help you settle? I could accompany you?”

***

You had just served your newest chocolate cake recipe. The first cake was enough to serve a piece for each person in the room. Thank God – or Thor really, since he was the one that suggested you baked more, “with his help, of course,” since he loved cooking – that you baked four.

“Lady [Y/n], this is divine,” Thor gushed, his eyes closed in delight.

“Why, thank you, Thor,” you smiled at him.

Steve, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro all looked at you dreamily. Clint cleared his throat, annoyed that they wouldn’t stop flirting with you. They all recomposed themselves.

In Clint’s mind, you were only a child, a freshly-graduate woman. With a bunch of people he called family hoovering over you.

Bucky was the only one that escaped Clint’s radar, being subtle while looking at you.

“Maybe you should come to Asgard with me and become my Queen. We make a tremendous pair, don’t you think?” the God smiled brightly at you.

“I might agree with you, Thor.”

If there was one thing you loved, was teasing your older brother.

***

You turned your head to your right and then forward, trying to stretch it out. When you repeated the process to the other side, a cracking sound echoed throughout the kitchen.

“Wow, you’re tense,” Natasha exclaimed as she walked over you. You had a recipe book opened on the marble counter in the kitchen, your favorite place in the huge Compound. Nat served herself a glass with water and offered you one, which you refused.

“Am I?”

She looked at you. “Yes. Want me to help you with that?”

And that’s how you ended up in one of the stools, book forgotten as Natasha worked her gentile hands on your neck and shoulders, getting rid of all the knots.

***

Your crush on Bucky had developed to not being so small anymore, but how could you make him see? He was the only person that didn’t flirt you, the only one that you wanted to. Maybe you didn’t have to wait for him to do it.

And maybe you could be a perfect sibling and tease your older brother some more. You knew Clint didn’t like when the Team flirted with you, but would you truly pass out on a bunch of opportunities to annoy him? No way.

So, this happened:

Bucky had just came from the market with Steve and Sam, each of them with two bags in each hand full of food.

“Need any help?” you came to the kitchen, where the pair had just came in and where conveniently Clint was talking to Natasha.

“No, it’s okay, we got it,” Bucky responded, his features calm upon setting the groceries on the counter. Steve and Sam followed suit.

“Doesn’t surprise me, with all those muscles of yours,” you dismissively said.

Clint promptly sent you a side-glance, quirking his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

Steve, noticing the not-so-subtle actions, bumped his arm on Bucky and looks pointedly at [Y/n].

Natasha spoke, “Hey, I need someone to test the new Widow Bites.” No one answered, all looked at her in fear. “Sam’s wings and Steve’s shield. Now.” She left the room and the two quickly followed quickly.

In fact, they went to the Security Room and watched it all from the cameras.

***

You always cooked with music, no exceptions. What changed, if someone was observing, was if you’d dance or not.

No one was in the kitchen as you finished dinner, so what was the harm in swaying your hips and bumping your head to the rhythm? None, except-

“I can show you how to dance to this kind of songs, if you want.”

You quickly turned to see Bucky leaning against the counter.

“Would you, really?”

You were listening to some old 40s classics, obviously Bucky knew how to dance to them.

“Yeah. If you want, that is.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled at him. Before he realized, he was smiling back.

“Now?”

“Sure.”

So you turned the oven off and stood in front of him.

“How do we do this, Sergeant?”

“Like this,” he guided one of your hands to his shoulder and the other to his own hand, while he placed his free hand on your waist. As he instructed you on your feet, two steps front, one step back. Only increasing in speed to actually match the song’s.

By the end of the lesson, you were both laughing and breathing heavily. As a final move, right when the song was about to end, Bucky dipped you while holding onto your lower back gently but firmly.

“Very good,” he praised, bringing you to an upright position again, his steel eyes focused on yours. You couldn’t help but return his gaze, your hands still on his shoulders and his resting lightly on your waist. “I’m impressed.”

“I had a great teacher.”

At that, he laughed.

“[Y/n],” he said, focusing entirely on you again, “Would you go on a date with me?”

Bucky thought your smile could light up the world.

“I’d love to.”

The other were all bundled up on the doorway of the kitchen, hiding their lower parts behind the wall but their upper bodies visible as they leaned to the side to watch you and Bucky, trying – as in, completely failing – in being subtle.

“Why do you get mad at us for flirting with her, but not with Bucky who has his hands all over her?” Tony whispered-yelled, grumpily crossing his arms over his chest. A typical two-year-old tantrum.

Clint grinned, “Because he truly knows her value.”


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The pornstache

(A/N): I’m so sorry you guys but I’m having really bad writer’s block right now and I couldn’t even write my own requests but I was sorta feeling this one so that’s why I’m writing it right now…sorry again

Request: CAN I REQUEST A SEB WITH THE PORNSTACHE? PPL ARE MAKING FUN OF HIM FOR IT AND HE ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T CARE BUT PART OF HIM DOES BUT IT TURNS READER ON? LOL IDK, FEELIN’ THE STACHE REAL HARD RN HAHAHA.

Warnings: hints of smut

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   (I actually thoroughly enjoy the pornstache)

  You sigh softly as you listen to the roar of the crowd, just outside the blue curtains. This wasn’t the first time you’d ever been on a talkshow but no matter how many times you were on TV you’d never get used to it. You were much more comfortable behind some glass walls, singing your little heart out, not out in the open for everyone to judge you. 

   “And please welcome our special guest (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The curtains open and you plaster on a smile as you walk out, hoping no one could tell just how scared you were. 

   Jimmy Fallon, the host of the show you were on tonight greeted you with a wide smile and open arms. You gladly meandered into his arms, hugging him lightly as he beamed from ear to ear. 

   “It’s so glad to finally have you back on the show! It’s been what- 2, 3 years?” 

   “I think it’s been three,” You chuckle lightly, grimacing just a bit at your voice. “I’m so lazy, like it takes so much effort to put out music. You have to get out of bed, go to the studios at ungodly hours of the morning, sing for hours on end, and then repeat the whole process again,” You sigh softly, smiling just a bit. “But luckily I can look like shit and no one’s gonna notice right?” Everyone laughs at this, only partly boosting your confidence. 

   “Oh come on,” Jimmy gently smacks your shoulder. “I bet you look great,” 

   “Oh no,” You chuckle. “I look so bad in the mornings, like I’m surprised I don’t scare the shit out of my-” You pause, smiling as you think of your man back home; Sebastian. God, you loved that man more than anything. 

   “Out of your fiancee?” You nod and smile, unable to stop a blush from spreading over your cheeks. 

   “Yeah, I’m surprised he doesn’t leave me or something,” 

   “Um uh-” Jimmy chuckles, unable to even get through his sentence without giggling. “Speaking of your fiancee, aka Sebastian Stan.” At this everyone cheers, hollering and screaming at the mention of the love of your life. What made it even worse was that you knew he was watching from home, no doubt smiling as he recognized that tell tale blush of yours. “Can we just talk about his new facial hair?” At this Jimmy pulls out a picture of Seb with the mustache he’d recently been growing, a god awful pedostache. You laugh hysterically, snorting a bit as you look at the photo. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh as you reach out and take the photo, looking at it more closely. “He looks like a poor kicked puppy,” You laugh some more, tears nearly falling from your eyes as you look at the picture. 

   “Do you kiss him with that thing?” You nod your head, still cackling at the photo. 

   “Oh it’s so great,” You giggle lightly as you pass the photo back to Jimmy. “But yes- yes I do kiss him with that thing,” 

   “Oh (Y/N),” Jimmy cringes, laughing just a bit. “It’s so bad though-” 

   “I think it’s adorable! Just look at this face!” You gesture to Seb’s face in the photo, still smiling widely. 

   “Everyone thinks it’s so awful though,” 

   “Well I think it’s absolutely adorable,” 

  “You really do?”

  “I really do,” You smile and nod affirmatively, looking at the photo again. 

  “So enough about Seb’s god awful facial hair-” Jimmy directs your attention away from the photograph and instead to an album, more specifically your album. 

   “So this is your fourth or fifth album?” Jimmy asks, giving you a slight smile. And with that conversation you delve into your interview about your most recent album. 


    You try to close your apartment door behind you quietly, hoping that you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake up Seb. It was 3 in the morning after all and after the show Jimmy had wanted you to stay and talk with him, the roots, and all the other guest stars on the show tonight. But as you open the door gently you began to realize that perhaps you may not need to be quiet after all because sitting right there on your couch is Seb, the remote to the TV clutched in his hand. 

   “Seb, What are you doing up?” You ask as you slide your shoes off, reveling in finally being free from the objective material. 

   “I was watching your show,” He mumbles sleepily as he rubs at his eyes in the cutest fashion. “I wanted to stay up and wait for you,” You smile softly as you make your way to the couch, taking a seat beside the exhausted looking Seb. 

   “You should’ve been in bed hours ago,” 

   “ ‘M fine,” Seb mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck, his mustache tickling your skin just lightly enough to border on tickling and pleasure. 

   “You’ve been up filming for hours straight, you should be resting,” 

   “I’m really fine (Y/N),” Seb smiles against your neck, his lips curling upwards wonderfully. “I don’t think I could’ve gone to sleep anyways,” 

   “How come?” You ask as you reach up to run your fingers through Seb’s wonderful hair. 

   “Well I’ve been meaning to ask you something since your show,” 

   “Yeah?” 

   “You really like the mustache?” Seb’s tone held just a bit of insecurity, one that you had to put a stop to immediately. 

   “Yes.” You reply quickly, almost too quickly. “I really like it, you can really rock the look,” 

   “I think you’re the only one who thinks that-” 

   “But that’s all that matters right? Who cares what your fans think, or some stupid magazine? So long as your soon to be spouse enjoys it then that’s all that matters,” Seb smiles gently as he kisses your neck softly, allowing his skin to brush against yours deliciously. 

   “That’s all that matters to me,” You sigh as his lips brush against your sweet spot with every word, each little brush of his lips sending fire to your core. 

   “You know what?” You smirk as you continue to run your fingers through Seb’s messy hair. “I think I’d like that mustache even more if you put it to good use,” Seb pulls away just a bit, looking at you with a curious look. “I bet your lips would feel incredible between my legs right now,” Is all you provide as you spread your legs apart, enticing your fiancee just a bit. 

   “Oh doll,” Seb sighs a bit as he leans down, his lips brushing by the waist band of your dress pants. “I’m gonna make you feel real good,” 

My Father Was Like You

Request: “Omg thanks can you do one where Teddy meets a loner Gryffindor girl that disappears every now and then and then find out that she’s a werewolf and like he feels that it’s some kind of “sign” from his father. Pretty pretty please, I so love your writing 💕”

Pairing: Edward “Teddy” Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1848

Warnings: None

A/n: I literally know -67826% about this character so I hope I portrayed him alright :) thank god 4 the harry potter wiki


“Why do I do this to myself.” Teddy spoke to himself, running up the Grand staircase. His hair transformed into a darker shade of blue as he puffed up the stairs, taking two at a time. He was head boy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t accidentally sleep in once in a while. As he whizzed through the corridor he had almost made it to his Potions class, only to stop abruptly at the door. He was still, trying to pick up the hurried voices that were echoing through the empty hallways. He followed them, knowing he was getting nearer, as the voices went from a hushed echo to a loud whisper. He recognised the Headmistresses’ voice, but the other was unfamiliar. He had his back against the wall, not daring to peer down the hallway, in case he would get caught.

“We will take care of you, no need to worry.”

“But Professor, what if I hurt someone? I don’t want to put anyone at risk.”

“My girl, we have a hefty supply of Wolfsbane potion, and I will watch over you in my office, with the door locked and guarded.”

Teddy had to prevent himself from audibly gasping with shock. Wolfsbane potion? But that was only used by…

“You must prepare for the full moon this coming week. Don’t miss a day, make sure of it. It’s your responsibility to take a potion every day of the week.” Headmistress McGonagall instructed.

His suspicions were proved true by that final sentence, and he pulled himself away from the scene after it was revealed. He had heard stories about how his father attended Hogwarts, being aided by Dumbledore during full moons. And now there was another werewolf student that was being hidden.

A student at Hogwarts was infected with Lycanthropy.

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Graduation Present

Title: Graduation Present

Paring: Teacher!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warning: Delicious Jensen smut

A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with you all. Enjoy!!



Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate degree.

You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook and then squat down to take a closer look.

Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours. His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.

Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the clock.

Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting. “It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”

Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you had to talk to him about a grade or something.

“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.

“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate professor, no need to be too formal.”

“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not noticing you flip the lock on the door.

              This semester started with the goal to graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr. Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair, palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.

              Did I achieve this goal? I’m about to find out.

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Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”

Niklaus!”

“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”

“Yeah!”

Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”