Miracle: *eyes starts to get heavy and sighs* I still miss you, friend... *leans and slides down the door so she was sitting on the floor* Ma-maybe... I could take a nap...? *slowly starts to fall asleep*
NOORA: What is this again? We’re here for my sake? SANA: Yes, of course we’re here for your sake. NOORA: Just to look at muslim boys and stuff. SANA: Aren’t you tired of white boys now? I thought we had to get out, meet new types of people, see that there’s plenty of fish in the sea. You know what I mean? NOORA: But you said muslim boys just use Norwegian girls. SANA: It’s good that you’re converting to Islam, then. NOORA: Don’t turn around now, okay? But are those boys looking at us? SANA: How shouldl I see if they’re looking at us if I can’t turn around? NOORA: Oh my God, they’re coming over! SANA: Stay cool. NOORA: Stay cool? I’m really fuckign cool! Hi there! SANA: Hi! NOORA: Hi. BOY1: Can we sit here? SANA AND NOORA: Yes, of course. JONAS: It’s okay? Great! SANA: Sit down! NOORA: Hi! Yes, hi. ALI: Ali. NOORA: Noora. ALI: Nice to meet you. NOORA: Noora, it’s a pleasure. SANA: Sana, it’s a pleasure. ALI: Ali, it’s a pleasure. JONAS: Jonas. It was sana? SANA: Yes.
Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.
Word Count - 5864
Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut,
oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)
A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!
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Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.
Being organized is a wonderful way to find success and just enjoy life more in general. Having a morning routine can start your day off right and keep you running on a full tank of energy. Quite a few of you probably do have an established morning routine, or at least a list of things you do every morning. Regardless of how your morning goes, there are always a few little things you can do to witch-ify your morning.
1. Choose your breakfast based on your intent for the day! Whatever you’re hoping for that day-whether it be for your crush to say hello or a phone call confirming that you got the job-basing your first meal off of your intentions can help bring a little good luck your way. If you’re hoping for something passionate or frustrating or romantic, choose red (make a strawberry smoothie or some toast with strawberry jam). Get creative! Find a way to get in the color black or pink or yellow.
2. Start the day off with a glass of water, then the best part, tea. I say drink water first because that’s extremely important and utterly refreshing. After all of that is taken care of, drink some tea. Try to aim for some more caffeinated tea if you can (to give you an extra shot of energy and productivity). Add in some honey and stir clockwise for a little extra magic. Anything to incorporate some telltale mysticism!
3. Meditate when you get up. Many individuals choose to meditate in the morning. This calms them and helps them focus on what they need to get done that day. It will relieve any stress and anxiety you’re feeling, and most importantly, it’s a very popular Witchcraft tradition. Meditating is known to help with astral projection, as well as seeing auras and getting in touch with your chakras. It doesn’t matter if you only do it for five minutes, as long as you’re getting in some me time.
4. Pop a good ole’ crystal in your purse or pocket! This is one of my favorites. Not only are the options so endless (depending on what you’re hoping for that day), it’s easy and takes no time at all to do. If you’re hurried and in a rush one morning, take the time to just throw a little crystal in with your things. Bonus points if you set it on your phone while it’s charging to cleanse it.
5. Eat your breakfast outside. Getting in some fresh air before your day begins is a super good idea. It will clear your mind and refresh your senses, which will also help with your Witchcraft. Nothing beats listening to the birds while there’s still a bit of mist in the air. Plus, you have food! Good job if the food you’re eating is based on your intent for the day. If you don’t have the time to physically walk outside and sit out there without multitasking for five or more minutes, no worries. Simply pop open a couple of windows and sit by them for a more toned-down experience.
6. Draw sigils on your face with cleanser, lotion, or makeup. Rub them in to activate. This is a really good hack for glamours, as well as just making you look good. However, your sigil doesn’t have to be for your physical appearance. It can pretty much be any sigil at all. As long as you sufficiently activate it and are confident in your workings, things should go smoothly. The best thing about this hack is that you don’t have to wear makeup to do it. Just use your cleanser or some serum. Even water will do!
7. Make some fruit water the night before. Fruit water is especially good for color magic because you can find fruit in basically any color imaginable, even black if you’re willing to search hard enough (blueberries are close enough if you don’t have any other options). The brilliant practicality of fruit water is pretty obvious. It’s wonderfully hydrating, flavorful, healthy, and best of all, magical. Plus, it won’t take up any of your morning time because it’s pre-made.
8. If you have any deities, pray to them when you wake up. Although I personally have no deities, it’s a great idea for those of you who do. It doesn’t even have to be a fancy exchange. Maybe just say good morning or a quick, respectful hello. Or if you’re a fan of multitasking, just have a nice chat with them while doing whatever you need to do. Anything is suitable as long as it isn’t downright rude.
9. Light some candles. Your house will smell good all throughout the day, and it will definitely help to magic-ify the atmosphere. You can also burn incense if that suits your fancy. Whatever smelly-ma-bobber you want to use works fine. It’s quick and easy so it won’t be a hassle, and you’ll leave your home smelling like heaven. Bonus points if you wave a candle or some sage around to clear away any negative energies.
10. Put some dried flowers on your breakfast. My personal favorite is dried lavender, but you can use whatever you prefer. You can pick flowers for any number of purposes, as long as they’re perfectly edible. They can be sprinkled on a smoothie bowl, scattered over some toast with peanut butter and honey, or if you’re up for a challenge, add them to savory foods. The choice is yours!
I hope you guys enjoyed these ideas and if you want more, please just ask! Questions, requests, and suggestions (plus a simple hello) are all welcome. In the meantime, have fun and happy bewitching!
First thing Keith did when he got home was scream into his pillow and flop onto his bed.
Lance had kissed him!
He hottest and most popular guy in school had actually kissed him.
“Good day?” Shiro asked from the door way.
He didn’t have his prosthetic on and looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair still wet clinging to his forehead.
“Shiro am I dead?” Keith asked remaining face down.
“What?” He asked in surprise sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I must of died, maybe I’m passed out somewhere and it didn’t really happen.” Keith mumbled.
Shiro was starting to get worried, he had never seen his brother like this before. “Keith, buddy you need to tell me what happened.”
“Lancekissedme.” Keith said very very quietly.
“What was that?” Shiro asked sure he must of misheard him.
“L-Lance the guy everyone at school loves kissed me…”
Keith bit his lip nervously staring down at his Spider-Man bed spread.
Shiro started laughing causing the younger boy to glare up at him. “What’s so funny!” He demanded.
“I figured you had killed someone.” Shiro answered between laughs. “Never expected you to act this way over a little old kids, anyone would think it was… wait a second.” Shiro peered at him for a second before putting his hand on his shoulders “Keith Kogane was that your first kiss?” He asked quietly, his voice and face masked in neutrality.
Keith hesitated before finally nodding.
Shiro’s grip tightened and a forced smile appeared on his face. “Really? And this random hot shot took it?” The casual tone sounded so forced that Keith found himself cringing.
“He’s not some random guy.”
“So then why have you never mentioned him before?” Shiro asked.
“Well erm… cause we never really talked and stuff.” Keith shrugged pretending not to mind when Shiro’s grip became a little painful.
“Oh.” Was all he said.
“Oh?” Keith questioned.
“Yes oh…” Shiro dropped his hand to his lap thinking for a moment. “I’ll talk to you later, I need to think over something.”
Keith watched in concern as his bother stumbled out of the room mumbling to himself.
“Allura I kissed Keith!” Lance yelled wheeling his chair into his oldest sisters room.
She was lying on her stomach across her bed messing around on her laptop.
“Jeez Lance ever learn how to knock.” She sighed sitting up to look at him.
“No time! I kissed Keith! Keith Kogane!” He yelled.
Allura’s eyes widened “oh… my… god…”
“You kissed the guy you declared your rival!”
“The guy you’ve had a crush on for like ever!”
“You had your first kiss with your dream guy!”
At this point Allura had jumped up and was kneeling in front of Lance. “Ok tell me everything!”
Lance explained how he had broken his leg and Keith helped him get home and in the spur of the moment he decided to kiss him before slamming the door in his face so he could hide behind Leo for a few hours.
Allura listened growing increasingly more excited.
“Ok I’m taking you to school tomorrow!” She decided. “Your cars in the shot anyway, and it’s not like you can walk to school. Plus I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my little bro.”
She hugged him making Lance squirm pretending not to enjoy her hugs when in fact he loved them. “Allurrrrrra.” He moaned pushing her away.
The next morning Keith was in the kitchen having breakfast when Shiro walked down in his sleepless tank top that he only ever wore when he wanted people to notice just how ripped her was.
“I’m coming to school with you. And before you say no I’m gonna say that I don’t care what you have to say. I need to go down their anyway and this has nothing to do with this Lance boy.”
Keith wasn’t convinced but knew arguing would be pointless.
So that’s how Keith found himself stuck with his brother leaning against the bonnet of his car in the parking lot looking for anyone that fit Lance’s description.
“Shiro seriously stop.” Keith rolled his eyes as Shiro glared at yet another tall skinny tanned boy.
“Not until I meet this boy, I just want a chat.”
Keith groaned. He knew this would happen.
The two whipped their heads round to see a tall woman running directly towards them.
Shiro blushed, he would know that beautiful white hair anywhere.
Allura came to a stop just short of running into the two and was smiling.
“Lance is in the office and I figured I would let you know. I’m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about.”
Keith paled slightly “whys he in the office? Is he ok?” He asked a little too quickly to sound casual.
Allura nodded waving him off with her hand “oh yes he is perfectly fine, just needed to change his class schedule so he doesn’t have to go up any stairs until his prosthetic’s repaired.”
Keith didn’t wait for anymore information and instead took off running leaving the two adults alone.
“It’s good to see you again Shiro, I heard you got back but didn’t have your number.”
Shiro swallowed “oh yeah… erm so you know Lance?”
Allura laughed “I would hope so, he is my little brother after all.”
Shiro helped whatever god was looking out for him that he didn’t end up yelling at his crushes little brother right in front of her. “Oh. I never realised.”
“Not many do, Lance was adopted after he lost his parents in the same accident that cost him his legs, it’s been hard for him. But I’m sure you understand better then anyone what losing a limb is like.
Shiro was silent. He hadn’t realised Lance was like him.
“Yeah I do.”
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.
“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”
Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”
Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”
“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.
Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”
Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.
“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.
Jeff Atkins x Reader Request: No. Word Count: 1,205 A/N: Finally a Jeff imagine! I’ve been waiting to try and finish other requests before I made this one but there was a ton of Alex requests, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3 I didn’t want it to be back to back Alex so I decided to mix it up a bit. Also, sorry if the ending is crappy :( Hopefully this is a good one, feel free to send in requests for ships, preferences and other imagines! Enjoy! <3 Warnings: None (Y/C/N) = Your crush’s name Italics = You, Bold = Jeff
“So, what do you think?” You came out twirling in the short, off the shoulder, navy blue dress that you’d purchased earlier this week. Your high school crush had asked you out on a date, and you wanted to make sure that you looked presentable. For you, it was only appropriate to ask your best friend Jeff Atkins for help. He’d known you for the longest time and surprisingly had nice taste in dresses. Of course you’ve been on a date before, but this time you wanted everything to be perfect. However, ever since you had asked Jeff for help, he had been acting really weird and you didn’t know what was up with him. You’d decided to brush it off, thinking it was some personal issue, but something told you it was a bit more than that. “So?” You played with the hem of your dress and looked down, Jeff had been sitting there silent for a while now and it really had you worried. “Do you not like it?” Pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear, you frowned and looked up at him. “N-no! Yes! I mean…you look great.”“But”“But?” You sighed, “Jeff please don’t lie to me, if I don’t look good then-” He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to you, putting his hands on your bare shoulders, “You look amazing, and as far as I’m concerned, (Y/C/N) is the luckiest guy ever to able to have such an amazing girl like you.” His words made you smile and a rosy tint dusted your cheeks. “Thank you, Jeff…” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek and ran upstairs to grab your purse. “Well I need to get going, or else I’m going to late! Are you gonna stay here?” Jeff muttered out a small ‘yeah’ and plopped back down onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. “Don’t wait up!” You giggled and jogged over to your car sitting on the side of the street in front of your house. Turning the key, you started the car up and made your way to Rosie’s diner. You had had about three milkshakes at this point and you were completely livid, but also sad. (Y/C/N) stood you up and it was the most discouraging thing ever. Maybe you would’ve understood a bit more if he would’ve texted you or called you, but he didn’t. You were feeling insecure, and wondered exactly what it was that made him change his mind about wanting to date you. You already had other insecurities that you’ve been dealing with, and now this? Pulling out your phone you dialed Jeff’s number, hoping that he would pick up. “Hello?”“J-Jeff?” You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. You were feeling so broken and rejected. “What happened?” he asked, worry defined in his voice. You could only shake your head and sit there, you wanted him to get it without you having to say it. He was really good at that, an expert at understanding you. “I’m coming to you okay? Stay there.” The line went dead, and you buried your face in your hands. Not too long after, Jeff had entered the diner and sat in the booth across from you. He placed his hands on your wrists and moved them from covering your face. “He stood you up.” If anything it was more of a statement then a question, to which you nodded your head. “I promise the next time I see him I’m gonna-”“Don’t, please.” You smiled weakly at him, putting your hand on top of his to calm him down. Jeff let out a sigh and got up to slide into the seat next to you, he was angry and it really showed. However you didn’t need to him be angry with (Y/C/N), you needed him to comfort you. Placing his arm around your waist, he brought you closer to his body and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to know why I’ve been acting strange this week?” You wondered why he’d brought this up at a time like this, but you’ve been curious since that day. “Sure.” He paused for a minute before answering, “I was jealous.” Coughing a little, you took the warm glass of water sitting on the table and took a sip. “Jealous?” You questioned. “Hear me out. You’ve always made me very happy. When you asked me to help you because you had a date…I mean I was happy for you but angry at myself. I was angry because I knew I was going to lose you-”“Jeff, you’re never going to lose me. We’ll always be best friends.” Jeff’s mood had completely changed, and there was something there that had tugged on your heart. “You don’t get it do you? I don’t want to be your best friend. I want to be more than that, and seeing you so hyped for another guy made me realize that I love you. I was angry because I felt that all these other guys were gonna try to play you, and look at where we are now. I know I can give you the world, you just have to let me.” You thought about it for a minute before giving Jeff an answer. “Okay.” It felt weird for a second, your best friend becoming your boyfriend, but you knew that Jeff would make sure you only had the best. He grabbed your car keys, then pulled you outside. Opening the door for you, you got in the car and giggled at the gentleman that he was. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.” The car ride was pretty quiet, much like your surroundings. You were about ready to drift to sleep until you felt the car stop. “This is it.” Jeff got out of the car and walked around to your side to let you out. You followed him to the wooden fence that prevented you from falling, and the view of the city absolutely was breathtaking. “Woah…” you gasped, leaning forward over the fence a little. “Easy there tiger,” Jeff laughed while placing his hands on your hips to stable you, “It’s…beautiful.” Your eyes twinkled at the bright lights that shone down below. “Not as beautiful as you.“ You giggled looking back at him, “You’re an idiot Jeff Atkins.”“Yeah but you love it,” he said shrugging. “Ever since you’ve announced your crush on (Y/C/N), I’ve always thought you deserved better than him. Now you’ve got it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. “You’re really confident aren’t you?”“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a little confident.” He flashed you one of his most famous smiles and captured your lips in another heated kiss. "Hey, since we’re dating now does that mean I get to wear your jacket?“ You looked up at him hopeful as he responded, "Of course, anything for you babe.” Squealing you pulled him with you to sit on the hood of the car, enjoying the view for another few hours before finally heading home.
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic I’ve posted on here so I’m sorry if it sucks. Feedback is appreciated and as always, requests are open!
It was the first day of school again at Riverdale High. Students were bustling through the hallways eager to see their friends they lost touch with over the summer. You walked readjusting the strap to your bag on your shoulder, making sure your hair didn’t get caught. It was weird walking without him by your side, and you felt very lonely.
Your blank expression was soon replaced with a fake smile as Betty Cooper walked over to you with a girl you didn’t recognize.
“Hey y/n, I wanted to introduce you to our new classmate Veronica Lodge.” She said with a peppy smile. Veronica turned to you with an awkward smile, clearly seeing through your fake expression. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced as you held out your hand. Veronica took it with a smile.
“So how’s your first day going?” You asked.
“Well, it’s not New York, but it’ll suffice.” She said with a soft smile. You nodded. “Hey y/n where’s Jughead, you guys are usually attached at the hip.” Betty said with a laugh. You immediately stiffened at the mention of him. “I don’t know, we haven’t talked in a couple weeks.” You said quietly as you looked down. “Well I gotta get to class, I’ll see you guys later.” You said with another fake smile plastered on your face before walking away.
You pulled your phone out to look at the time only to see that you had two minutes to get to class. “Crap.” You basically ran the rest of the way there and immediately plopped into the first seat available near the back of the class. The bell rang seconds after letting you know you made it on time.
“Good morning class, how was your summer break?” The teacher asked blandly as he situated himself in front of the white board to begin the boring lecture he had in store. You started to take notes on the topic, Intro to Advanced Literature when someone ran into the classroom, clearly late. You only looked up when you realized the person took a seat next to you, seeing as it was the only one left. It was Jughead.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you tucked a strand of your h/c hair behind your ear.
He quickly pulled out his notebook and started to copy down notes trying to avoid the teacher’s stare. Eventually the teacher let it go with a warning. “You’ve never been one to be late.” You muttered quietly, loud enough for him to hear. “I was taking care of something.” He replied as he tried to catch up on all the note taking. You nodded slowly as you bit your lip nervously, your last memory with him making it’s way into your mind.
“Oh stop Jug.” You grinned as you pulled your arms closer to your body, trying to keep all the heat you could closer to your body. “But seriously, how much more do you think
Betty could pine over Archie? You have to admit, it’s kind of funny, she’d bend over backwards for him.” He laughed. You shivered as you chuckled.
Jughead noticed and quickly discarded his jacket, handing it over to you.
“No, I can’t. You’ll get cold.” You said pushing it back to him. “y/n, I would probably be the world’s suckiest best friend if I go on without letting you take my jacket. So go on take it, it would make me feel better.” He argued. You rolled your eyes as you ended up taking the jacket. You wrapped it tight around our body as you both continued your walk in the cold summer air.
“Hey, the lake is right over there, let’s go sit down.” You said as you speed walked over to a rockier area to get a good open view of the water.
You both sat next to eachother as you admired the water and the way the moonlight hit it. The soft ripples and the sound of rushing water gave you a sense of peace. You looked up at him with a smile, even sitting down he was a good foot taller than you. “What?” He laughed as he noticed you staring.
“I don’t know, I’m just… happy. I feel stress free and calm, collected for the first time in a while.” “Your welcome.” He grinned cheekily as you swatted his arm lightly.
“But really. This is gonna be my happy place, whenever something goes wrong, I’m gonna think of this. The water calming my every move. You sitting right beside me with that dorky smile of yours.” He looked at you as he clung to every word you were speaking.
You sighed contently as you turned to look at him again, realizing his eyes had never left you.
He stayed silent as his blue eyes flickered from yours to your lips. He slowly reached out a hand and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, causing you to be even closer to him, and then his thumb traced your jaw line. He smiled softly and then suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours.
You couldn’t breathe, his soft lips moved against yours and you didn’t stop it. You reciprocated the action as your hand found its way into his dark messy hair.
A moment later as if being lifted out of a trance, he immediately pulled away and looked shocked. “I-I.. I gotta go. I’ll text you later or something.” He mumbled before standing up and walking away.
You blinked as you stared at where he once was. Did that just happen? Your fingertips lightly touched your lips as you felt the warmth that wasn’t there a moment ago.
You stood up, still slightly confused before starting your walk home, overthinking the event that had just occurred.
Once you made it into your house and up to your bedroom safely, you pulled out your phone and opened up your messages with Jughead.
“Hope you made it home ok, see you tmrw?”
You took off his jacket and threw it over your desk chair as you changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of old shorts for bed as you waited for him to respond.
That was his only response the entire night. “He did not just “K” me.“ You thought before climbing into your bed and letting your comforter consume you as you drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning you woke up and immediately checked your phone to see if there were any new messages from Jug, but there weren’t. You sighed heavily before getting up and pulling your hair into a quick messy bun and going downstairs to make a bowl of cereal.
"Hey dad.” You greeted as you saw him sitting at the table with a newspaper in front of him. “Where’s mom?” He looked up at you briefly before settling back on the paper. “I dunno, I think she’s out with her friends from the Gardening Club or whatever she’s into these days.” Your father grumbled. You nodded as you went to grab the milk for your cheerios before settling down across from your father at the table.
Halfway through eating, the doorbell rang and your father gave you a look that meant you had to answer it. You groaned softly before getting up and swiftly walking to open the door. When you did, Jughead stood there with a small smile on his face. “Hey.” He greeted quietly. “Hey Jug, what’s up?”
“I was wondering if you had a minute, I wanted to talk to you… about last night.” You nodded and shut the door behind you to give the two of you some privacy.
“Jug-.” “Ok look y/n, what happened last night shouldn’t have happened.” He stated bluntly. Your face fell for a second as you waited for him to continue. “It was one of those heat of the moment things, I mean I could never date you.” He said quickly. “The whole thing was just a really bad mistake and-.”
“Fine. If it was such a huge mistake then just leave. I get it, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed back.” You said as you started to retreat back to your house. “Wait y/n that’s not what I-.” “Please leave.” You interrupted again with a sad glare. “Hold on-.” “Leave.” You said in a firmer tone before going back into your house and locking the door.
“Everything alright dear?” Your father asked from the kitchen. “Yeah… everything’s fine.” Your voice cracked as you quickly went up to your room, your appetite spoiled.
The bell ringing woke you up from your daydream, and you were grateful that this particular class was over so that you could escape without making a scene. “Y/n wait.” You heard and recognized his voice. You tried to walk a bit faster, not wanting to talk to him. “Slow down. Please.” He said as he tried making his way through the other students crowding the hallway.
He was somehow able to get though and grabbed your arm.
You looked up at him in distress. “Let me go, you’ve already done enough.” You said as you tried pulling your arm back. He stood in front of you blocking your path, most of the students had cleared out by now. “Please just hear me out. I need you back.” He said.
You blew a stray hair away from your face as you looked up at him with narrowed eyes. You quickly looked at your phone to see that your next class didn’t start for another few minutes.
You sighed. “1 minute. That’s all I’m giving you.” He nodded.
“Ok look, I was a dick, and I know that. I just didn’t want to admit my-.” He’s stopped talking debating wether or not he should finish the sentence. “Admit your what?” You asked softly. He looked down at you and without a second thought his lips were on yours again.
You didn’t have much time to react, you stood frozen in shock for the first couple of seconds before melting into it. A few seconds later and his pink lips departed from yours as his hands found their way to rest on your hips. “My feelings for you.” He murmured as he looked into your e/c eyes.
Both of your hands found its way to both sides of his face before pulling him down to kiss you again.
“Oooooh. Get it Jug.” A voice called out, most likely Reggie. When you needed to breathe again, you let go of eachother, his lips were slightly swollen as were yours you were assuming. “I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said as his hand interlocked with yours. You squeezed it, assuring him you had forgiven him.
He was still facing you as his face flushed red before speaking again. “Ok so I really suck at this, but, would you like to on a official date, Friday maybe?” He asked with hope clear in his eyes.
You grinned before getting on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek before walking away to your next class which you were almost late for. “I’m assuming that was a yes!?” He shouted after you. “We’ll see!” You shouted back with a wry grin before disappearing into the classroom as he smiled to himself and walked to his own.
The town you grew up in. The town that held so many fond memories. The town that you’d been ripped away from when you were nine years old.
It was still your favourite place even though you’d spent the last six years in Los Angeles. Sure, the big city life was fun but it was nothing compared to the tight knit community of your little friendly town. Even though you’d only been young, you still remembered how everyone said hi when you passed by them or how the local diner always remembered your families order and especially how all the kids made sure nobody was left out. That was how you remembered Riverdale. Full of friendly, happy, kind people.
But, the stories you’d heard from your grandparents who still lived there told a whole different tale. Your friendly little town had changed the moment Jason Blossom had been murdered. Everyone in town was a suspect and the whole dynamic had changed. Riverdale was now surrounded by mystery and secrets which made you scared to go back.
Steve x Reader Smut WC: 1889 Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard… AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry
It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.
“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.
Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”
“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”
“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.
“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.
“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”
Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”
Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”
You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.
Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.
The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.
“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.
You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.
Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”
RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"
Anonymous said: I already made a request last night but, I realized
it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is
like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it
be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will
make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile.
Anonymous said: Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think
you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible
period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.
So these are actually some
of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished
this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks
late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorryivebeenbusy x.x
BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite
what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^
Text Message Received.
“Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of
the month, so I can’t swim…”
He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the
beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the
one day you could actually meet up :C
-insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were
feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup,
lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she
Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or
anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into
a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel
Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he
understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually
explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so
far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every
five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
The colour drains from his face.
“OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT.
L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed
right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and
rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features
as he desperately pushes you to your room.
He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in
your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk
You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the
beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made
sure to draw something different)
“I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you
feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came
through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read
Seven: lololol I guess
he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon
waking up after a…. good night
together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers
over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of
confusion in his eyes.
He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting
the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or
You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so
early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss
as you clutch at it. What the…?
As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the
bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you.
“Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow
over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s
okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it,
okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast.
Don’t worry about anything.”
He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into
In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets,
throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously
on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
“Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back
The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned
with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as
he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re
“I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,”
he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I
know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this
time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you
managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a
sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.
From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe
period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the
month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them,
which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up
really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue
taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let
Jaehee down, after all.
But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely,
your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs
were beginning to give out.
From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and
realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the
employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
“MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling
well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry,
although she was trying to express her anger.
You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the
day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have
made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in
frustration, ashamed in herself.
“But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay
you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re
the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when
I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your
knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but
I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter…
customers are waiting.”
She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay
with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being
the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed
as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside
The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you
suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin
inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly
explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his
thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
“I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and
turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
“It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
“I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it
had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you
suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina
now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly
Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You
probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try
to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as
company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m
“Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had
last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy
stuff you ordered.”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d
give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is
nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
The moment he heard your first
whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
“Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he
panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
You were curled up, rocking
gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of
“Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s
killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
“W-w-what do I do?” he
stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He
wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
But you couldn’t even answer,
groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
“I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for
help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared,
suddenly dashing out your room
“Come baaack,” you called out,
feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even
trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
From the open door, you could
hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin
Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
“I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I
Did he already forget about you?
You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
“Good, I’m glad we cleared this
up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
Fuck, was he trying to get
Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with
your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
You mentally counted down 5
minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s
footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thank
youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
“MC?” a soft, feminine voice
called out to you from the doorway.
Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?!
I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much
time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
“N-no.. never mind.” It was
always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
“Seven called Mr. Han to demand
that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help,
MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to
drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained,
holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
From behind her, you noticed
Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at
your weakened form.
“Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung,
you can come in, you know…” you said.
“B-but!! I’m a pure girl,
darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his
….That’s what he was worried about?
“Seven… Periods are not
contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.
He was always prepared when it
was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the
majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything
and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
“MC, maybe you shouldn’t be
wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he
called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his
“W-wha?” you yawned. You were
only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the
date. “Oh, you’re right!”
By the time you went to change,
you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now?
…Too many to count.
It took a couple hours before the
pain started to kick in.
Considering this was a reoccurring
pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
“MC, honey, I prepared a hot
bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked,
checking in on you.
“Nng… I can’t really walk right
now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll
carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
If this had been a normal day,
you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps
were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
He fed you chocolate as you sunk
into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your
cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
By the time you went to bed, the
cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into
his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.
When he finished his morning
shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
He snickered, “Was I too hard on
you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
You shook your head, correcting
him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
Immediately, his smile dropped.
What the fuck?
“What… what is that supposed to
mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
“I’m bleeding from my vagina,
what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
“Erm. Oh,” he stated in
surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
“Ice cream doesn’t solve
He frowned, not knowing what to
do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know
what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if
you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
You flashed a small smile at
him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
He smiled back with a hint of
relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
“And what if I said I only need
you?” you joked.
He plants a soft kiss on your
forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?
Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy kink lol
Note: This got me back on track yay. Not sure if there will be a part 2 to this…yay or nay? ;)
Again, italicized parts are flashbacks.
You clicked your tongue in
irritation when your captor started pushing you into the premises of the
compound you’ve been spying on. He snickered at you when you glowered at him,
“Got a problem, sugar?” he sneered as he shoved you forward again.
“You tied my hands but not my
feet. Point is, I can walk on my own. No need to keep on pushing me.” You
hissed and started walking ahead of him only to be pulled back.
“Nice try, bitch.” He mocked and
placed a hand on your upper back to push you again.
summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)
a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.
After hours of staring up into the darkness of your private sleeping quarters, you let out a frustrated sigh and climbed out of bed, deciding that perhaps it was for the best if you just gave up on sleep altogether. You pulled on a warm wool coat over your sleeping tunic and then slipped your feet into your worn, black leather boots before leaving your quarters and heading down to the cantina. Although it was always kept open late to serve those who worked the dreadful evening shift on base, a majority of the cantina’s customers at this hour were actually off duty officers, pilots, and mechanics who had come out in search of a good time after a stressful day on the clock. The louder, more rowdier patrons were sitting close to the main bar where the enormous, reptilian creature behind the counter could quickly and easily refill their empty glasses. Others gathered around large tables and played card and board games, gambling away their credits like they weren’t so difficult to earn.
“Hey! Sweetheart!” Someone drunkenly called out to you. “Come join the fun!”
Keeping your head down, you walked towards a table nestled in a less crowded corner of the cantina and sat down. Another reptilian creature, one quite smaller than the bartender and female, came over and took your order for a tall, frosted, glass of dark amber brew. As soon as she had brought it out to you, you quickly chugged it down and then ordered another one. You normally weren’t much of a drinker, but you currently had a lot on your mind and you hoped that the alcohol would help take some of the edge off. So far, it wasn’t working. You didn’t know how many of these drinks it was going to take for you to forget the fact that you were probably going to die tomorrow.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,876
language, fluff, confrontation
Tags are closed. I originally had something completely different
written, but it no longer felt like it fit with the narrative here, so I
rewrote it. I accidentally increased the amount of parts needed for this story, too. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I feel like it
was necessary. Please don’t hate me, haha. BTW - Thank you so much for the sweet messages, they are simultaneously slaying me and getting me through the day.
Here I am again with a list too long for those who are Malec Trash.
Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.
And all the love to these amazing writers that can bring everything above and more with just a few words and make you sit still until the end of the chapter and make you want more
My stalking skills are a little rusty and there’s a few authors that I could’t find their blog. So, for whoever read this and knows the author and tag them, that would be very much appreciated.
Alec took a sip of his coffee as he
tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that
greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t
Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to
pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.
It was Magnus’.
He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane.
He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.
“They’re really good” finally turning to
face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is
gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes,
surely a model on the side…maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model
his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.
Everyone who worked at and frequented
J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no
circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines
unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the
beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day
sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and
happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.
Also known as: the one where Magnus and
Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight
months and Isabelle is tired of it.
Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and
loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students
and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life …private. The mystery
surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue
picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.
The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to
hear Magnus’ ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde
Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it
He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s
age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the
courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat,
realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not
settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love,
like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to
a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster
options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be
In other words, Pride and Prejudice
drenched in glitter.
Even before arriving at the house where Clary and
Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their
mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.
Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.
Magnus could tell
something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of
the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec
needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily
distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took
care of the man he loved.
Alec is pretty sure
someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn’t sure if it’s an innocent
kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that.
In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet
cat and bring it home to Magnus.
“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said,
after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked
on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer.
More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled
away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”
Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a
good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their
kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn’t let their child crawl into a lion’s
cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn’t bring
their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.
When agent Alec
Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of
course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a
whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who
reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very
important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the
two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus,
doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
Enemies to friends to lovers.
The risk of his heart
in Magnus’s hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping
it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to
know; even if it’s a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the
risk of it being out in the open.
Alec Lightwood isn’t
the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously
attractive so he makes an effort. It’s too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec
is married to his best friend.
But one thing they could never seem to
fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend
together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function
without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.
So that’s what this vacation had been
about, three weeks away, just the two of them.
homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to
navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse
possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is
true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen
for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as
Magnus knew something
wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s
distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander,
she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.
Alec had once been told
that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that
was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at
the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.
A year before, they didn’t even know
each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they
could be "just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went
Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane
(head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally
figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s
Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each
Based on the cheesy line “I’ve
caught feelings. I hear it’s contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed
all day.” Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.
Alec and Magnus come
out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they
3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one
time they made sure the media understood
“God, you two are so in love it’s
disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they
waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always
did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.
They were stunned into silence when all
Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in
When Alec starts to
question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and
Alec’s own siblings are put on the spot. It’s a conversation a long time coming
but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?
This was just all so new, Magnus and he,
Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he
ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with
Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of
how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn’t always succeed in moving his and Magnus’s
relationship to the next step.
‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his
breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec
wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a
quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty
sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.
One-shot set post episode 2.06 Malec
trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.
Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to
not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he
works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has
little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of
experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst
from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in
the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest
son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what
anyone else has to say about the guy.
(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU
no one asked for)