SUMMARY - You break up with Bucky after a phone call from your bestie . But should you have trusted her?(idk , the summary’s is stupid)


WARNING- Angst , cheating

A/N - Thank you so much Taw @supersoldierslover . You are the best .


One call from your best friend and everything around you went dark . Everything at your vicinity seemed to come to a sudden halt . You couldn’t trust your ears . But she was your best friend , why would she lie .

The door bell rang and you opened the door to reveal the face of your boyfriend . You stopped yourself from pouring out your feeling in the form of tears and curses . You couldn’t , you didn’t want to.

“Hey , where have you been?”, you asked with a heavy heart and a heavier tongue , the words barely making it out of your lips .

“Umm , just out . You know….” , he said shrugging , walking past you into your shared house . How you wanted to believe that it was truth . Your mind and heart fighting over the honesty bore in his words , but for the first time your mind was victorious . You couldn’t believe him .

“I missed you.” Your words came out in a whisper , tears glossing your eyes .

He hummed not turning around to look at you . You walked towards him and wrapped your hands around his torso and inhaled his scent . He melt into the soft kisses you placed on his neck and shoulders . He instantly turned around and grabbed you by your waist and kissed you .

Even now his lips just fit perfectly around yours , you couldn’t help but melt into it . Your hands on his shoulders for support because your knees sure as hell gave out when his kisses trailed down your neck . You moaned . You hated it .

“You did miss me huh.” He removed his shirt while you removed yours . Completely bare in front of each other like the many times before, but for the very first time you felt naked . You felt his gaze disgusting . You wanted him not go through this out of guilt . You wanted him to confess his wrong doings , but he didn’t . He lusted over your body .He lifted you by your thighs and took you into the bedroom dropping you at the middle of it.

It wasn’t the first time that you had sex at the middle of the day but it was surely the last time . He pushed into you and you moaned at his length as your walls tightened around him eliciting a moan from him too. He was a man who got pleasure out of others pleasure . Hearing your moans and looking at your blissful face brought him close to his release . But today you turned around on all fours , hiding your face from him . He thrust into you harder and deeper , grazing at your pleasure spot , evoking deep moans from you . You put your hand on his hip and tried to push him harder. He pulled you against his chest and thrust into you wildly. Whispering confessions of love in your ear, which was now deaf to his sweet talk.

Your release soon came which brought about his as he filled you up . You both collapsed on the bed and he soon fell asleep , exhausted . But you couldn’t . You sat there with your knees to your chest ,not a single tear coming out , your eyes dry and your heart cold with no feeling , your mind blank. You wanted to be angry . You wanted to scream, slap him, scream at him, ask him why he did this to you , but you knew the answer would only hurt you more.

You did this because you wanted to feel and touch him one last time . But his kissed sting your skin and his I love you’s sting your heart . You walked over to the bathroom and freshened up , wearing a fresh pair of clothes .  You wanted to get away . You quietly packed your clothes , not wanting to wake him up and create a drama . You picked what you could , and walked out of the door  , but not before leaving a note.

Dear Bucky ,

I should have known that this would never work . But I didn’t want it to end like this . Do not contact me and do not even try to find out where I live.

-          Y/N .  


You went to meet up with your best friend in a coffee shop .

“See , I told you this would happen Y/N . I never thought he could stay loyal.”
You just nodded at her remarks , you wanted to forget about and not talk about it but she just couldn’t take a clue.

“But I am glad you broke it off with him . You deserve much more than that cheating asshole.”

At this you got up and said your goodbye to her. You went to your brothers apartment and started living with him .

Bucky did call you . He sent you a million texts before you blocked him . But he didn’t stop there. No. He came banging on your brothers door after a week .

“Please , tell him I am not here .”, your told your brother  .

He said what you told him to tell. But Bucky didn’t believe it but he still went away . It was the same thing the next 3 times . He would come around and your brother would tell that you weren’t home .

You thought about the days you just laid in his embrace, your heart swelling at his warmth and tender touches . You thought about the days his name was the only world that came out of your mouth in bliss. You thought about the days where he held your shaking body and sat through your nightmares calming you . You thought about how you did the same for him . There was so much love between the two of you and not once did you have any doubts. You would be lying if you said  you hadn’t thought about a future with him. But as soon as your friend called you with the news that she saw Bucky kissing another girl , and that she saw him come out of her house, all your fucking dreams about having a future with him was shattered .

You cried for days thinking about where you went wrong , what you did that made him seek pleasure from someone else’s body , seek happiness in someone else. Why weren’t you enough?

But in 2 months ,you came to understand that this wasn’t your fault . Bucky cheating doesn’t have anything to do with you but everything to do with him  . You couldn’t blame yourself . You found a job far away from the first one where you were sure to run into Bucky .

But as Bucky’s visits decreased and messages he sent though his friends phone decreased so did your best friends’s. But you didn’t give it much thought . Maybe she too moved on and got busy with life .6 months and you were honestly happy . Not the happiest you have ever been but still happy  . Colours seeped back into your life, you felt alive, not pulled down by the weight of betrayal .

Your new job was everything you had ever wanted . But you were being transferred to the branch where your old job  was at . If you had gotten it 6 months ago you would have declined it in fear of running into Bucky but right now you were more  than okay . You have gotten over him and nothing about the aspect of his existence hurts you anymore.

You got into an apartment nearby and settled in. It was your first day there and you decided you needed coffee to get through the hectic first day  .

As soon as you entered the cafe you were met with a familiar face , your best friend(maybe former) Sabrina .

“Hey , Om my god . Long time no see.” You say as she turned around holding two coffees .

“Y/N? Hi…I..What are you doing here?” She said looking a little worried. She didn’t really seem happy at meeting you .

“Oh , I got a job here . So..And you?” You asked but before she could answer you heard another familiar voice .

“Hey babe. Sorry , I slept in.” He walked from behind you and kissed Sabrina’s forehead taking a coffee from her hand .

When he turned around you were met with the blue orbs that you once called home . The blue eyes that once gave you comfort, the blue eyes that you fell in love with the first day you met him .

And the very blue eyes had love for someone else now. And not just anyone , but your best fr..sorry , your ex-best friend Sabrina .

His face too seemed to dull down as his eyes met yours .  You couldn’t believe what was going on .  You couldn’t understand what was going on .

“Are you two…?” the words came out with you even realising .

“Yeah , ummmm after you broke up with me ,3 months later . She was there for me . She cared for me .” Bucky answered with his head low.

“What???” , you asked in disbelief . She was with him?? Your best friend consoled your cheating boy friend .

Before you could ask Bucky about it , Sabrina was pulling you along with her out of the cafe .

“What the fuck!!!????” , you screamed pulling your hand harshly from yours .

“Y/N. Calm down.”, she said in a low tone . “People are watching , don’t make a scene.”

“I don’t care . You knew he cheated on me and still you went out with him? I thought you were my best friend . He could do this to you too.”  You were furious that she would make such an idiotic decision . But she still chose him over you . She chose a 6 month acquaintance over a 4 year friendship .

“He didn’t cheat on you .” , her voice came out in a mere whisper.

“What?”, you couldn’t digest what she was telling you .”But you were the one that called me and told me that he did.” You said in a high voice . A few people turned their heads but you couldn’t care less.

“Yeah , I lied. I liked him , I loved him .I loved him more than you ever could.  But you were with him . So…” before she could finish the sentence you slapped her right across the cheek , tears rolling down your face .

“How could you….” Bucky pushed you by your shoulder even before you could finish your sentence . He bent down to assess the slap mark on Sabrina’s face .  The girl who lied about him cheating so that she could have him for herself .

Bucky looked up at you , anger etched in his face .

“Go away . You have no right to hurt her.” You shrank at the disgust in his voice . He detested you and it made you even sadder . It wasn’t  your mistake , so you stood there , glued to the ground .

“Go away!!!” Bucky screamed at you and your body involuntarily jerked backward at the harshness of his words. He wrapped his hands around her shoulder .

“I hope you are happy with what you have done. ” You say to Sabrina turning around to your office .

All day you could only think about the betrayal .  What hurt the most was not thinking that Bucky cheated on you but the fact that your own best friend betrayed you . It stung like hell.

But then again you weren’t a heartless bitch like her , and you still wanted her to be happy after everything she has done to you.

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 9.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama

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Yoongi appeared in front of your eyes startling you, but instead of the relief you expected to feel with his return you felt the fear escalating, you stared horrified at him, his hair damp, all his clothes dirty, torn at some parts, and the blood, black and red blood stained his pale skin wherever your eyes landed.

With a gasp you jumped out the bed and rushed to where he was standing, and only then he acknowledged your presence, his eyes going all over you to prove you were ok, like it wasn’t him who had blood all over his body.

-Yoongi, what happened?- you asked staring at him from up close looking frantically for wounds -Are you hurt? are you ok? Yoongi-

You lifted your hand to touch his face but he slapped it away and his eyes before expressionless were now angry.

-Y/N, get away-

You frowned as you registered his words, confused, but your worry for him was bigger, the metallic scent of the blood was concentrated, he looked like a mess, he had been fighting or killing, most probably both.

-No- you said touching his face making him stiffen, there was a warning in his eyes, but you stood firm, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you weren’t. You slid his fringe away from his forehead to confirm the blood dripping from it wasn’t his. It wasn’t, your eyes went down to his neck and chest, you opened his shirt and noticed how the fabric was torn at some parts, his white skin was smeared with fresh thick blood in some parts, already dried in others.

He grabbed your hands and pushed them away trying to dodge you but you stepped on his way. -Y/N, stop-

-No- you repeated. -You come here so late, looking like this and you expect me to walk away?-

-Yes- he answered venomously through gritted teeth.

You glared back at him, but your heart still beat fast with the fear of him being hurt. -Are you ok? are you hurt?-

-It’s not mine- he cleared and you sighed in relief. -Don’t get close to me now- he started walking to the bathroom and you followed him getting inside with him.

-Why not? Yoongi talk to me please-

-Y/N, I’m fucking soaking in blood-

-I don’t care- you retorted even if you had to concentrate to not let the strong odor get you dizzy.

Yoongi sighed tiredly and you got closer to him again, he still wore his lightweight jacket that was sticking to the fabric of his shirt, you touched the flaps of it and then your hands went to down to hold his.
He stood still and didn’t pull away his hands when you intertwined your fingers with his, neither when you stepped closer and skimmed his lips with yours in a subtle kiss. -Let me, please-

Yoongi lowered his head and you nodded, going to the tub to set it up.

While that was ready you came back to him, peeling the jacket from him, letting you see that under it he was unharmed. Yoongi just stood still, staring at your every move with attentive yet heavy eyes as your hands went around his body, carefully undressing him.

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I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing


Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?

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Looking at the team known as the Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac, an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.

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Compliments And Complements

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Fem!Reader

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a Hannah baker x fem reader for your prompt 28 “you look sexy in these glasses” Thank you! I absolutely love reading your stuff!:) Have a great day:)”

“Pls do more Hannah Baker imagines!!! I can’t think of any ideas to request right now tho lol but I’d love to see more imagines with her”


28. “You look sexy in these glasses.”

Word count: 1.421

Posted: 13th of May 2017

A/N: Another Hannah imagine is up! I was posting this last night, but I fell asleep before finishing it. I was so tired and I am so so sorry! I hope that you enjoy this one and you can always send me some feed backs about it. I hope you have a nice day and thank you for requesting!

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines! Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name. A little bit of swearing

It was your free day and, luckily, you haven’t got any extra school activities to attend to. You needed a break from school because you were so stressed for your homework and group projects, for your needy teachers and for some shitty students that kept on fantasizing about the ass and the body of your girlfriend, Hannah.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You shook your head to bring yourself back to the reality. You looked at Hannah, who was sitting on the driver’s seat, and she had her sweet and lovely smile, one of the things you really loved in her. “We’re here.”

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed a little bit and you left a quick peck on her lips, earning some soft giggles from her. “Let’s go.”

“Yup.” You both got out of her car and you entered the mall with your hands tightly intertwined.

During the first months of your relationship, you were both afraid to hold each other’s hands in public because of people’s prejudices, but then you became more confident as the time passed by. You would still get some dirty looks from the people or you would still hear some judging mumbles behind you, but you would just shrug them off. You loved Hannah and you would never be ashamed of her, of your relationship, because you hadn’t got a reason to be one and you were proud of what you had with her.

“Finally, relax!” You heard Hannah exclaiming. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you agreed with your cheerful girlfriend. “We both needed this.”

“I know, right?” You both laughed thoughtlessly as you lingered your relaxing day together.

You were happy that you’ve got some time to spend with Hannah. At least, she would stop thinking of those bullies, of the list that someone evil has created. She was giving weight to herself for something that those assholes have done and she wouldn’t stop thinking of it. Sometimes she would even feel observed by the people, while they fantasized of her butt. People sucked, didn’t they?

“What would you like to do, babe?” Hannah happily asked and it was obvious in her voice that she was so excited to spend some time with you too. She appeared less pensive and less absorbed in her thoughts.

“What do you suggest?” You smiled at her as you passed by different type of shops and restaurants. You never planned your dates with Hannah, you’ve always went with the flow and followed where your feet led you. It was unpredictable, more fun and less delusional.

“Wait,” She suddenly stopped in front of a shop and she tightened her grip on your hand to stop you. “Mum is planning on buying some eyeglasses and she asked me a favour, to look for something that might fit her well or something that doesn’t cost that much.”

“Sure!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you before she dragged you to the store in front of you. “Olivia’s eye-sight is getting worse?”

“She told me so.” She raised her shoulders as she answered you. She then left your hand and headed to one of the shelves full of glasses. “She’s aging too fast because of the store, the stress.”

You nodded your head as you roamed your eyes around the shop. You were surrounded by different shelves with some different type of eyeglasses and sunglasses. There were shelves with boxes of contact lenses too, divided by their colours.

“Babe, how do I look with these?” Hannah called your attention and you smiled at her while walking towards her. You admired as the glasses enhanced her face and her eyes.

You look sexy in these glasses.” You honestly complimented her and she formed a big and wide smile on her red and full lips. You knew that she felt confident whenever you would give her some compliments and you loved her even more because she wasn’t one of those people who brag about their looks and their beautiful features.

“Flatterer!” She bit her lip as she tried to hide her red rosy cheeks. She was blushing and you couldn’t help but smile because of it.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady!” You rolled your eyes as you gently nudged her.

“Fine!” She raised her hands in defense and you both let out some loud laughs. She tried other different glasses, forgetting that she was looking at them for her lovely mother.

“These glasses would complement me to admire your ass better, Hannah!” You both turned around to reveal yourselves Marcus Cole, one of the maniacs who has always spat rude and sexual comments after the list at school.

“You would complement that trash bin if you threw yourself in there, Marcus!” You sassily replied as you defended your now hurt and sad girlfriend. How could something go wrong just like that?

“Wow, what a great compliment, (Y/N)!” Marcus smirked as he noticed how annoyed you were. Hannah took the glasses off her face and she stood beside you as she observed Marcus carefully.

“Get over yourself, Marcus!” You rolled your eyes as you lividly slapped Marcus on one of his cheeks. A loud and sharp clack was heard in the shop as you dealt with your aching and throbbing hand. You saw Marcus with his eyes wide open as he dealt with the sharp tingling sensation on his face. Your little group gained some attention from the crowd and they gave you some dirty looks because of it.

“(Y/N).” Hannah softly murmured to say that you didn’t have to do such thing.

Marcus was so rude to Hannah and you couldn’t stand that. Hannah was always the passive one, the one who’ve just received insults and abuses from people and she would never defend herself.

You were the exact opposite, you would always defend yourself with some heavy words, but words weren’t always enough to stop people from being annoying and assholes, they would always cross your line, if you ever let them to, even just once.

“You would pay for this, (Y/L/N)!” Marcus threatened you as you tightly grabbed Hannah’s hand. You bumped Marcus’ shoulder as you walked pass through him.

“What would you do, Cole? Humiliate me in public, just like what I did to you right now?” You harshly asked him and you waited for his answer but he remained silent. “You better behave yourself, if you don’t want to lose your fucking valedictorian shit title.”

You dragged Hannah out of the shop, while she silently apologized to the people in the store, and you continued on walking angrily, not taking care of the stares of these curious people. Why didn’t they mind their own business?

“Hey!” Hannah sweetly stopped you as she caressed your hand. “Thank you for defending me.” She gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek, calming your rage a little bit.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” You faced her and you gave her a true and wide smile. You might have made a scene in front of some people, but you didn’t care about it. You did it for Hannah and you believed that you just did the right thing. “Just don’t listen to those maniacs, okay?”

“I will try!” She suddenly wrapped her arms around you and you hugged her even tighter. “I love you, Babe.”

“I love you too, love.” You replied as you left a sweet kiss on her cheek. You hugged each other in the middle of the mall and you didn’t care of what people might think of you.

“You are the best!” Hannah whispered in a sweet voice and you admitted that she made you smile with those four words, shooing the anger that your body emanated.

“Flatterer!” You playfully said and she shook her head.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady.” She said as she copied what you had said to her before. You both let out some soft and contagious laughs to shake the bad thoughts off, you should be happy and not sad.

In fact, you were happy because Hannah was with you and she was happy because you were with her. Only God knew how much you completed each other’s lives. She was weak, but you helped her to be strong, you helped her to stand up for herself and to be brave. You helped her to be a better person and you saved her, you saved her from drowning in a sea full of shitty stuffs from shitty people.

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Hi this is the same person who requested what zack would be like if he asked you out and I loved thank you so much,would you be up for doing headcanons about what being part of the power rangers would be like pleaseeeee

Of course! I’m so glad you liked it! Here you go <3

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•First and foremost you are a family

     -You each would die a hundred times over to protect these people, you all love eachother sooo much. 

•Because of this, you are a practically unstoppable team

      -You are all underestimated all the time, there’s only five of you to a whole army sometimes, but it’s your bond that makes you strong. You aren’t just people fighting, you’re friends, family that are fighting for the cause you care about- keeping them and the world safe 

•Obviously it’s not always serious 

      -you’re teenagers thrust into this world or war and uncertainty, if you didn’t have fun once in a while you’re sure you wouldn’t make it 

•Prank Wars

       -Oh my god, it gets so intense. There’s literally no rules, and you guys okay dirty. There are alliances and double crosses and it’s normally a week of absolute madness. 

•Inside jokes 

      -Ya know “did you just slap them?” Well the longer you guys were together there are like 500+ inside jokes. And just word can set all of you off into uncontrollable laughter 

•You have separate relationships with each person 

       -Jason is the leader, and he’s and older brother. So he’s obviously the most protective. Legit this boy will threaten anyone who hurts you, he’s comforting, he’s the rock of the team. If you ever need anything you go to Jason first cause you know he will do absolutely anything in his power to help. 

     -Zack is like that f***boy that you cannot help but love. He knows he is adorable and he uses it to his advantage. He’s that guy best friend that wouldn’t sugar coat things, and he’d be willing to talk about anything. He’s protective too, sure, but he would more than likely let Jason and Trini beat the holy hell out of the person while he stayed behind to comfort you and make you smile. HE BECOMES THE MOM FRIEND (Dont fight me on this)

     -Billy, oh boy Billy. You are so protective of this precious boy. He’s brilliant, and is that one guy that always volunteers to tutor if he hears you hint at all that your having a hard time. He’s like that great little brother that everyone wants. He’s kind, loving, protective (to a degree he’s probably the one to simply make such a offhand comment that will terrify literally anyone without truly grasping just how intimidating he is). He’s always cheerful and always makes sure to brighten your day  

     -Trini is such a great person. This girl takes no shit from anyone and is willingly ready to put them in their place. She’s never fake- if she thinks it she will tell you it, have no fear. She’s such a secret mush though, it just takes a while. She’s right next to Jason the moment someone does something, and will burn anyone who burns anyone she cares about. 

     -Kimberly is the friend you take shopping and binge watch your favorite tv shows with. She’s so sweet and caring. She gives the best advice, but has trouble applying it to her own life. Kim is honestly the most loyal person, after she sent out that picture she knew how much she needed to change. If you entrust her with a secret, she will not tell a soul unless it’s a danger to you. 

•Okay but team game nights

       -Monopoly got banned, there were tears and threats and curses (generally just a bad idea to play that unless you want bloodshed) 

       -Karaoke all the time 

       -Stength tests; who can run faster, jump farther, climb higher, etc. 

•Y’all train so much, your battle techniques are Out of this world

       -The megazord takes so much teamwork but you’ve all mastered it insanely well

        - there are specific moves for specific groups that everyone has down 

•You all refuse to go to Krispy Kreme, like you just cannot force yourselves to go into those stores 

•You guys create so many distractions in detention, its a miracle you’re still even at this school

•You guys are a family and would do anything for eachother 

(I’m sorry this is so short! Hope you like it anyways!)  

Jughead and Heartbreak - Jughead Jones (part 2)

After Jughead’s outburst, everything changed. He felt so shy and weird around Y/n, as he was desperate for her not to find out - the only person who could read him crystal clearly, no matter how Hard he tried or how well he convinced everyone else - and it threw everything way off.

The worst part is that he felt like a complete idiot. What the actual hell was he thinking? There was so much wrong with him liking you.

First of all, how could someone as amazing as you EVER like someone as cold and awkward and… WEIRD like him.

Second, you two were so close. He had needed you in a way that no person needed another. You were the reason he kept sane. You were the heart to his brain, him keeping you guys functional and productive and you keeping them happy. Why would he ruin your perfect dynamic wit his ridiculous feelings? Even if you did like him back by some weirdass oddity, high school relationships ever lasted as long as he wanted you in his life. He wanted you in his life forever, never to leave for find someone new. Why couldn’t his mind control his heart, like it always seemed like he could, and not feel this way with you?

Not to mention the whole thing that he just went through with Betty. Even now there was a distance that wasn’t there before because of the awkward memory that they really couldn’t get rid of. A hesitation when Betty would kiss Veronica in front of Jug, even though he repeatedly told her he had moved on. That pause between Archie and Betty when they would smile at each other and push away thoughts of old feelings and drama from their pasts.

Speaking of drama. Already so much had changed and happened because of all this, with his friends trying so hard to get him to admit he liked her. Now there was more drama, as he fought to hide his feelings that, once he knew he had, he couldn’t deny anymore. E couldn’t ignore and bury emotions as easily as before, because now he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he felt them. Strongly.

Times like now, while you sat across from him in the booth and he sat quietly, staring at his computer screen like the poor thing had personally wronged him, even though his fingers didn’t even move on the keyboard, you wondered what was wrong with him. Moving next to him, you placed your hand on his arm, and when he looked over at you, a bit startled, you locked eyes, yours worried and searching for some emotion so she knew how to help him, his desperation as he fought to hide any other emotion from her ever perceptive, gorgeous, distracting… eyes.

There he goes again.

“Are you okay?” Y/n whispered softly, obviously very worried. “You’ve been weird ever since you went on that hang out with Archie…”

“I’m fine,” Jughead lied. Y/n rose an eyebrow. She hated it when he hid stuff from her because she was so eternally open to him, and they always told each other everything. She was the one person he trusted more than anyone, sometimes even more than himself. Likewise, she trusted him. She knew all his tells, and that was why she knew what he was feeling. Most of the time. He was nervous, and lying to her. He was hiding something that made him nervous, and although she wouldn’t push too much because she respected his space, he had never held something that affected him so much from her for longer than a few hours. It had been way longer than that.

“You know I love you, right, Jug? You’re my best friend…”

Jughead smiled. “Yeah. I know.”

She nodded and faced forward, allowing him to feel guilty like she knew he would. This way, he would come to her eventually.


Over the next few days, Veronic convinced Jughead to at least see if you liked him back. To pay attention, from a third person point of view, not a clouded-judgement-Jughead point of view. Which was usual for him these days. She compared Archie and Betty best friends and him and Y/n best friends and after he really started looking for it, he could see what she meant.

One day he noticed in the reflection of a mirror in her house that while he was working on his book, which relaxed him, concentrated and very into it, she watched him, her eyes falling across his face almost… admiringly. She would smile then look back at the TV which was playing a movie, the smile still on her face. If he hadn’t caught the glancing one over he would have thought it was the movie, but no - it was because of him.

Another day he was talking to Betty about something just out of reach on the whole case, just brushing his fingertips and he felt eyes on him. He looked over at Y/n nd she was looking down at her hands, that same smile on her lips, as if lost in thought. But… a piece of hair moved, as if she’d looked down very quickly and th wind had blown it away wildly. He looked back up at Betty and she nodded. Yep. Y/n had been admiring him again. Just while he was talking.

He caught that smile again and again, and at night he went over it, trying to figure out exactly which emotion crossed it. Then it hit him one night. The whole look on her face, especially when she looked away… It was almost - dreamy. Even when she looked at something else, like the TV, she wasn’t seeing the show, but some scene that she had concocted in her mind, laying out like another TV show was playing that Jug couldn’t see himself. Y/n was daydreaming. About him.

Jughead noticed other things, too. Like, had she always been so touchy? So close? The two of them were always touching; arms, shoulders, waists, hips, thighs, feet. There was always some kind of contact. And then Y/n seemed to take every opportunity to grab his arm, or mess up his hair, or touch his face or chest. Always playful and “meaningless” but always there. She even grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers when she was excited about something, pulling him after her quickly in her house or at school, or as they waked at any time during the day.

Not to mention that no matter what he was feeling, no matter how bad it got, you could always make it better. Your facial expressions could always make him laugh and smile and the little things you did cheered him up. Without you, he just felt bored and… empty.

The scariest realization was that he had never felt like this before.

Not even with Betty.

Honestly he’s terrified. He can’t help it, but he starts to want her. Anytime he sees her he wants to be near her, nearer than he is. He wants to hold hands and stare at her while she talks and get her to laugh. He wants to hug her and cuddle and - and kiss. He wants her in every sense of the word, innocently… and maybe not so. Which threw him for a wind. Now when Y/n ran with booty shorts and his shirt on that he’d accidentally left at her house his eyes locked on her legs. When she wore his hoods or lay across from him and could feel her butt on his lap -


This change, of course, does not go unnoticed by Y/n.

Every time he’s around her, she notices how’s he’s hyper and jumpy and … weird. He’s over aware of everything, and she can’t even lay her head on his shoulders or on his stomach when he’s laying down without him tensing. All her touches make his breath hitch because he’s noticed them and every time she looks over to check on him and catch those little moments where he thinks no one is looking, he’s looking at her, as if already knowing she was going to look over. Every time she comes in contact with him, he either relaxes and melts into the touch, or tenses and clears his throat, pulling away.

Jug suddenly needs all this space that you two never needed before, and if you break a certain amount of space, he gets shy and quiet and starts blushing and blubbering. Thinking he needed some more time maybe for Betty - even though she swore he’d been over her before - she tried. He’d get needy and sad if she did ever start to avoid him and she would come back, just to have him distance them again.

Did he want her to go away or to stay close?

Maybe she had done something wrong but he didn’t want to lose hr since they were so close? Something that made him uncomfortable that he couldn’t get over but that he tried to ignore because you meant too much to him for him to lose?

But what could…

Did he know that she liked him?


Finally Y/n had had enough. Everything seemed to be falling apart and she was losing him, but she didn’t know why. So she confronted him. When V, Betty, and Archie saw the two talking, Y/n looking plenty upset, they snuck around the corner, anticipating that finally, after all the anticipation and pressure, the stew would finally boil over and the cat would be out of the bag. They really hoped that’s what it was.


“H-Hey, Y/n! How was your sleep?”


“Oh, I’m glad.”

Awkward silence.

“Jug, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jughead sounded scared. Really scared. He’d fucked up, somewhere. She knew, somehow. It was only a matter of time before she turned him down and told him to stay friends with her. Now this was that time.

“What did I do, Juggie?” Y/n asked, her voice cracking. “What’s going on with you?”

Jughead’s eyes widened. “It isn’t anything to do with anything you did… I mean, it’s not your fault. I promise.”

“Then what IS it?” She demanded, about to have a mental breakdown at the prospect of losing her best friend. She could take anything from Jug - anything except this.

Easily said, Jughead felt like a complete fucking idiot. He was tearing their friendship apart. He was letting his emotions and feelings, as dumb as they were, dictate his actions and reactions, and pushing her away. He was hurting them. Hurting what they had. He was… He was hurting her. He could take anything. She could slap him, turn him down, laugh at him. She could leave him! But god protect anyone who hurt her - even himself. He would hate himself until he could make her pain go away. Anything that had to be done would be done. He didn’t care if he had to get rid of his emotions all together. She couldn’t hurt. Not because of him.

“Jug?” Y/n asks softly. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can’t read you and that’s weird. This isn’t… This isn’t how we are. I can always read you. You’re an open book to me. Always. Wh-what’s going on? What changed?”

Jughead is sick. He can’t tell Y/n. He can’t lose her. But not telling  her is pushing her away. Hurting her. He’ll lose her if he tells her because she’ll never be the same again. He’ll lose her if he doesn’t tell her because she can’t be around him, if he’s acting as different as he is. She would, but he wouldn’t let her.

Maybe he could keep it locked away.

Lock it so deep that not even Y/n know.

So deep that not even HE knows.

No. So deep, that not even Veronica, Betty, and Archie even know.

But he can’t. He knows he can’t. He’s tried and this blasted feeling never went away. Nothing ever went exactly how he wanted to. He couldn’t control these emotions. Not these ones. They weren’t even fucking FADING - not even slightly - and it was ruining everything.

He’s losing everything.

He’s losing her.

As he stood there silently, desperately trying to decide what to do, and Y/n stood in front of him, eyes starting to tear, both of your hearts start to break.

Seeing a tear run down your face, he breaks. Something in him snaps. Some inner courage that he remembers only from when he tried to kiss Betty, except a million times over in strength overtakes him and his body does what he has been trying not to.

He grabs her face, and smashed their lips together.

She immediately melts into him, shock overtaking her body as she slowly registers that yes, he really is kissing her, and yes, he really did it just now, on his own free will.

Her hands go to his hand and his go to her face and waist, his right hand moving to wrap around behind her head and his left wrapping around your waist to pull you as close as physically possible. Maybe even closer.

Y/n’s body and his body melt into one body, and the heart and the brain are finally one.

It’s a whole new feeling. A whole new amazing, wonderful, life giving rush. As if, all this time, they’ve been ghosting each other, but now they were really connected. His body buzzed, as if a brain getting all the blood and oxygen it need, suddenly and all at once. She grinned and vibrated, a heart getting the full message and she beats strong and loud, the sound beautiful and strong.

Like a person in a coma waking up and seeing their loved ones again after so long, their beings seem to explode, and all that matters is them. Him and her. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters or is near to where they are. They are in another place, another time, and that is all that matters.

Unfortunately, neither of them are lungs, so eventually they had to lean back.

The world around them finally starts to come into color again, and starts mattering, and they hear Archie, Veronica, and Betty whooping and shouting and jumping around in celebration, but still they only look at each other. Other things are real, but they only care about the other right now.

“I-I love you, Y/n,” Jughead whispers tenderly, smiling dreamily at her. His hair is messed up and she realizes that she’s holding his beanie in her hand, as it fell off. His shirt is stuck to his chest, her body pressing up against him making it suddenly warm. His eyes are alight with some crazy electricity and his lips are swollen. And they’ve said the words that she’s been wanting to hear since they were eight, and she realized that she didn’t see him as just a friend. Since later, when she was thirteen, when she realized that she was in real, scary love, and that it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Just as messy and wild and breathing just as roughly, she smiles as wide and goofily as Jughead. “I love you too.” There’s a pause. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

With nothing else to say, he kisses her again, softly and shyly. This one is quick and soft and when they pull apart, the others run over. They pull the two apart completely and Archie is busy messing up Jug’s hair and smiling like a proud big brother while V and Betty are hugging and squealing over Y/n, who is laughing happily.

That night some people would have said there were five people.

But I was there.

And there were four.

A blonde, a badgirl, a redhead, and a being of something magical and amazing.

A being made of a heart, and a brain.


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Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader- Rapunzel- Part 1

Wanted to base something off a fairytale and thus, Rapunzel came to mind and then this happened and I dunno? It’s very loosely based on the story

Warnings: Abusive parenting

Second and third person used!

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This isn’t NEW Su-won Behaviour

I normally hate Su-won on a regular basis and he conflicts with my heart because one minute I want to hold him, the next I want to smack him, but right now I’m more surprised at other people’s reaction in regards to him denying Yona her request to not go to war. 

People seem to forget that this isn’t a change of character for him, he has always been like this. When one of the countries, can’t remember which, was in a battle with Kouka over a specific area, which at one point had been Kouka’s, this being the chapter the other dragons got ill because they were far away from Kouka, and I’m pretty sure this was the point in the series Zeno’s powers were revealed. Anyway, the casualty would have been that village regardless of the fact that Su-won had won because the enemy nation knew they were losing so they decided that they would go out fighting as the village would be Kouka’s and Kouka would have to deal with the damage. In wars that tended to be, rape, murder, and pillage. Had the HHB not been there, that village most likely would have suffered greatly and Su-won is no fool. He understands that there are consequences to his actions but he still does things regardless. That village, Yona and Hak’s relationship. He is willing to throw things away for the sake of his goals, even if those things will leave him being isolated, alone, and hated by the very people he once loved (or still does, his face this chapter looked very sad and hollow, like he wished there was another way but knows there isn’t).

Also, the fact he knows what his father did to Kouren, means that this was part of his plan all along. Long before Yona and the gang got involved. Regardless of the fact he is doing this for the apparent good of Kouka, Kouren’s people will suffer because of his actions, thus will only perpetuate the hatred for future generations if he keeps behaving this way. His desire for power and to keep the Kai empire at bay may result in his own downfall.

He wants to make Kouka great again, which I think may be his biggest mistake, especially in regards to the Wind tribe because there is no unity between them and the King. Su-won and company blamed Hak for what happened and then the fire tribe had the Wind’s water supply dammed in order to capture Yona and Hak and had the merchants almost killed (regardless of the fact the fire tribe did it, the sky tribe initiated the coup and were the masters behind it). They forced Hak to abandon his title and leave his only home and family behind. The Wind were forced into submission, had it been their choice, they would have fought Su-won and the fire tribe.

The Wind are loyal to each other, each member is a precious family member. Seriously, the fact that this war is most likely going to be fought in their territory means Su-won’s going to be majorly disadvantaged when Mundock and mini Hak are going to side with Yona, without question. The other tribes aren’t like the wind, loyalty isn’t just a pretty word to them that they will throw around whenever it’s convenient to them. It means something.

This chapter really makes me want to give everybody who has kept silent, a nice big smack in the face because even if Su-won did the killing, the other generals, and various people who knew about what he did are still being quite about it, even following the bastard.

The fact that our precious cinnamon roll blames himself for something he had no control over and was used makes me so upset. He became an accomplice of a crime he had no idea was going to happen to someone he respected and ended up hurting that man’s daughter, who he cared for. Major slap in the face and a punch to the gut, that is, considering the person who relayed the information to Su-won was someone who he trusted.

Yet Yona is trying to forgive which I give her major props. I would not be able to do something like that. I think a large part of that has to do with the fact that people hated her father, very few of them cared about him so why would they care about her and her wants, especially when you think of her request only really benefits her. It’s not like anyone in Kouka other than the obvious people will miss or care about the dragons. Su-won is right. he can’t prioritize Yona’s desires when he knows Kouren won’t just stop because even when Yona left she was planning on her strategy of attack. She knows it most likely won’t go well but is giving her a chance none the less most likely to teach her a lesson that a man like Su-won needs to be put down rather than talked too. 

This time the consequences are real and she is put in the middle. This will also be the first war Yona has been in, which will be quite traumatic for her as she will most likely see people she loves dies…(please let Mundock live, I want sexy badass grandpa to live and see his great grandbabies) anyway, this has in many ways put Yona back where she was without the dragons. This will be where all her skills in archery and with the sword are going to have to come to use. This is where Yona will fight beside Hak and hope fully in a moment of passion confess her undying love to him, or the other way around. That works too.


SD and the grabby handed stranger

Yesterday at Starbucks, I got exactly two feet in from the door before someone leaned over and grabbed my service dog by the face. And they didn’t let go, like this was a solid, two hand grab holding Molly by the FACE, fingers hooked into her collar.
It stopped the barista, ten feet from us, yet the lady who refused to let go of Mol -even with her backing up and shaking her head- somehow thought that she juuust had to get that last coo in.

Don’t… Do this… Ever? I just about slapped her, she wouldn’t let go of my Service dog. I was abrupt, rude, and frightening. Molly could have been hurt, and she was definitely spooked -which prevented her from doing her job, which put me at risk.

These dogs are not public property. They are very, very private property. You should never feel you have the right to touch them - even if you ask, and are allowed that very brief honour, you should do so knowing how reluctantly I grant permission. That I always - with no exceptions- feel pressured into doing so.

Yesterday I was going to the park after popping into Starbucks to get a drink, so Molly was able to shake it off pretty quickly with some play. But on a regular day it would have crippled us, I would have had to go home and abandon my plans for the rest of the day.

To reiterate: servicedogs , not public property. My safety is my right. Don’t touch my private property. Don’t touch my dog.

From Con to Con (Part Five)

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A/N: Guess who got a lot of writing down this week because work was slow! Hopefully I’ll get my stuff together so I can post more chapters soon. :) Thanks for all the comments, likes, and reblogs. Love you guys! 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: drinking, language, self-loathing, physical and verbal abuse

Word Count: 2,517

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Finally - Chapter 3: The Halsteads

aka: 9 times Jay tries to win Voight over (intentionally and not so intentionally) and the 1 time he doesn’t need to.

Also on and AO3.

Many, many thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her help, listening to me bounce ideas off her, ramble on about what I wanted to write and mostly, the beta-ing. You are awesome! :) Plus, it’s because of her I’ve fallen in love with Halsteadx2 + Erin as a trope!

Jay hung up the phone as soon as he stepped into Molly’s and spotted Erin on one of the high tables to the side of the room. The reason why she hadn’t picked up was evident not a second later when he caught sight of his brother sitting opposite her, back towards the door, with her phone in his hand. There was no doubt he was teasing her about the contact picture she had for him, which he had to admit was a pretty great selfie of the two of them from years back. Almost around the time they had first gotten together, when she had left Intelligence for the special task force.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Halstead,” Erin warned Will, who was holding the phone away from her and slightly up higher than was probably necessary, especially in a busy bar.

Jay laughed to himself when he saw Will falter slightly at her narrowed eyes, pointing a finger towards him even though the smile she was trying to bite back failed to stay hidden. Approaching them, he snatched the phone out of his grip and punched his brother lightly in the shoulder.

“Gotta love it when those words are aimed at someone else,” he commented, smiling contently when he saw Erin light up at his appearance and somewhat forgot what his brother was teasing her about.

“My hero,” she drawled as he placed her phone in front of her. “Feels like I haven’t seen you all day,” she commented when he came to stand next to her, laying an arm around the back of her stool and pressing his lips quickly to the top of her head.

“That’s because you haven’t,” he replied, recalling how they had been split up for the day to chase down different leads because of the CIs they each had. It hadn’t been too intense, but days where they weren’t paired up together definitely felt bizarre.

Erin leaned back to glance up at him, furrowing her brow playfully. “Oh? Awkward. Who was I making out with in the car this afternoon then?”

“Um, weren’t you with Voight all day?” he remarked with a smirk, chuckling when he saw her grimace at the meaning behind that.

Ew. Okay, I know I started it but I’m ending it now,” she told him pointedly, shuddering for effect and taking a sip of her beer as if the alcohol would help her forget what she had unintentionally implied.

“Please do. You guys are sickening,” Will added, having watched them banter for a moment before deciding to make his presence known once again.

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With all my want to slap Jeremy for abandoning Michael, I actually love Jeremy so damn much because I know it wasn’t what he wanted to do. Jeremy isn’t like the people who hurt me because he never wanted to hurt Michael. It wasn’t his goal. This why I wish most of my anger on the Squip because that stupid supercomputer didn’t think about the psychological effect having your own friend call you a loser and completely abandon you has on any anxious person. The Squip put Michael through a pain I know well. A pain nobody should go through.

Comfort.// Ron x Reader

Title: Comfort.

Request: “OMG what if you write an imagine comforting Ron about Fred.”

Pairing: Ron x Reader

Warning: Defiantly sadness. Maybe get tissues ready.

A/N: I have this huGE crush on Ron, but I also don’t because I enjoy saying im the daughter of Ron and Hermione.

Watching your best friend die, was the worst possible thing, but watching your boyfriend’s reaction – that was worse.

Fred, he was your best friend, one of the closets people you had to a family. The Weasleys were the closets you had ever gotten to a family, and when everyone found out about your crush on Ron, it was their duty to get you two together.

You stood beside Ronald, Hermione, and Harry as you walked into the infirmary, holding onto Ron’s hand, you squeezed it, tightly. Almost breaking Ron’s hand as he liked to described it, which then led you and Hermione slapping him. None of you talked, but as soon as you felt Ron walk faster, you did. Turning your attention to the red headed boy on the ground, he was almost completely insight. “No,” you whispered, your heart shattered at the face you soon saw. Mrs. Weasley was crouched on the ground, moving the hair from his forehead, George, who was standing with Bill, crying his eyes out. His bloody eyes must have hurt. Ron finally noticed, he gasped loudly before letting go of your hand, running to the side of his now dead brother. He started crying, which lead you to start crying, not that you weren’t crying before.

You had to fight. There was no time for you to just sit and watch. If you were to dare stop, you’d be dead.  You and Ron couldn’t hold each other at the time; you could only give each other apologizing looks. When the war had ended and you went home with the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione, you knew everyone was going to be an emotional mess.

The first to break was George. He had looked in the mirror and busted out crying, you had held him as he cried, letting Ron to sleep on his very tiny bed. He would mumble how he lost his other half, and how they’ll never have their kids play together. George had never cried so much in his life. Once he stopped sobbing into your chest, he left to go to his room, just sitting there, staring off into space. You would hear a soft sob once in awhile, but didn’t want to bother him.

Mrs. Weasley was the second to break, and so Mr. Weasley. They had gotten a soft glance of George and Mrs. Weasley had forgotten, nobody knows how she forgot, but she did, “How are you Freddie?” she asked as she made a salad for the family, when George had told her that Fred died, only hours before this huge family meal, she busted down crying. Mr. Weasley had comforted her, as he cried. She kept mumbling, ‘He’s gone. He’s really gone.’ Which broke your heart into pieces, you thought you were going to cry, but you didn’t.

Bill, Percy and Charlie were next to break. Those three broke together, and you didn’t know what hurt worse, watching them all try and catch their breath, or that they were all huddled up together, trying to stop the tears. “It’s none of our faults Percy,” Bill wheezed, “It’s mine though.” Percy cried harder into his arms.

Ginny and Harry had been the next to break, which made your heart break into so many pieces. Ginny was in Harry’s arms as they cried together. They were cuddling at first, and then Ginny started softly crying as so Harry. You had accidently walked in on them, you had meant to knock on her door but you weren’t really thinking. You had stopped in your tracks when you saw this, your lip trembled as Ginny would whimper out things about Fred.

Hermione broke. She broke when she had gotten in the shower. She had taken a longer shower than before, and when Mrs. Weasley asked you to go check on her, you told her you would. When you walked up the steps and to the bathroom door, you heard the faint cries of her. She hadn’t cried earlier that day, trying to keep strong. You had knocked on the door, asking if she was okay and that it was almost time to eat. She answered you with such a weak voice, saying she’ll be down in a minute, and she’s okay. Your heart ached when you saw her. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy. She gave you a weak smile sitting next to Ginny.

The last to break was Ron, it was at dinner, he had taken one look at Fred’s empty seat, looked away and started eating. His eyes kept glancing around the large quite dinner table; his eyes always lingered on Fred’s chair. It wasn’t in that moment that Ron had broken down, it was when George started talking about the shop, all the new inventions he and Fred had made. That’s what broke Ron. Everyone had tried their hardest not the cry as George talked about it. Even George let a few tears out, but when George said “I don’t know who’s going to work in the shop with me now,” Ron lost it. He had always thought about helping, with both brothers. Not just one. You pulled him away from the table, sitting in the hallway of the second floor, you held him in his arms. Brushing your fingers through his knotted red hair, and letting him cry into your shoulder. He had let out a loud sob, making Hermione and Harry run up the stairs. You could feel tears run down your cheeks. Ron’s tears stained your maroon shirt. You soothed him, “It’s okay Ron,” you cried out one time, “The one’s we love always find a way back to us.” You quoted Luna, making him smile. He loved Luna; she was one of your close friends. Kind of a nutter, if you were to asked Ron.  You and Ron had stayed in the position you were in until everyone finished dinner.

You both went up to his room and laid down on his twin bed, letting him lay down so you were laying on top of him. “I miss him too,” you whispered to him “I know.” He whispered back. His hand stroked your Y/H/C before kissing the top of your head, “Thank you for being here.” He whispered as you fell asleep to his steady heartbeat. “I love you.” He whispered again, closing his eyes.

ryvetted4  asked:

Hi, for the prompt ideas could you do Sterek and "You can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that it's him!!"

1086 words, i broke my own rules on the first try. keeping it brief is hard work.

Someone knocks on the stall door. Stiles isn’t paying much attention to his surroundings; most of his focus is on the mouth on his neck and the hand down his pants - but he sighs and says, “It’s occupied.”

The knock comes again, more forcefully. “Stiles,” Scott’s voice hisses.

The guy Stiles is sharing the stall with lifts his head, eyebrows rising. “That your boyfriend?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “No.” He raises his voice so Scott knows it’s directed at him. “If you’re leaving, go ahead. I’ll be home later.” The guy grins at him; Stiles grins back.

“Stiles,” Scott says again, exasperated. He rattles at the stall door. “Come on!”

Stiles heaves an irritated sigh. “One sec,” he tells the guy, and crowds him back so he can unlock the door, pulling it open enough so that he can glare out at Scott. “Will you please leave?”

“No,” Scott says. “Come on, man, this isn’t good for you. You know that.”

“No,” Stiles says icily, “I don’t. I’m having fun, Scott, I - ”

“You can’t keep doing this,” Scott says, his face creasing with worry. “You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him!”

Stiles’ mouth snaps shut, heat flooding his cheeks.

“Sorry,” Scott says softly. “I shouldn’t have - sorry.”

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“Want You Back” - Jack Gilinsky Imagine

It’s crazy how someone who you used to be literally the closest with, can become a stranger in just one year, but it’s also crazy the fact that you can’t let go of that person. I just can’t forget him. I can’t forget everything that we’ve been through; all the good and the bad. I miss our 24/7 texting, I miss seeing him every day, I miss his strong hugs, I miss laughing and cuddling with him. I miss every single thing about him. 

You know what they say, ‘so much more than just a friendship, but less than love’. That’s exacltly what Jack and I were; we were so much more than just friends, but it also seemed as we could never be together even though we both had a thing for each other, we were just too afraid to admit it. 

‘…and if I see her one more time near him, I’ll fucking choke her.’ My best friend, Donna, was saying something, but I wasn’t really paying attention. ‘Y/n? Y/n!’ She shook my arm bringing me back to reality. 


‘Were you even listening to me?’ She asked. 

‘Yeah, of course.’ I said even though I had no idea what was the word about. 

‘Oh really? So what was I talking about?’ She asked crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow. 

‘Donna..’ I sighed. 

‘You were staring at Jack again, didn’t you?’ 

‘I don’t know what should I do, I’m going crazy.’ I said desperately. 

‘Maybe forget him?’ She rolled her eyes shutting her locker. I know she was annoyed with me because I talk about him every single day and cry to her and trust me, I was getting tired of myself too, but when you love someone, you just can’t help yourself. ‘It’s been a year since you stopped talking, y/n. It’s really time for you to move fucking on.’ She said. 

‘Do you think that’s easy for me? Donna, we were inseparable and now we don’t even say ‘hi’ to each other.’ 

‘Hmm, I wonder who’s fault is that?’ She said sarcastically. The bell rang and we headed to Geography classroom. 

It’s true that it’s none, but my fault that Jack and I don’t talk anymore. You see, there was that new guy in our school, Alex, who I completely fell in love with. I was telling Jack about Alex day and night. He didn’t like him, but I thought that he was just jealous. Soon, Alex and I started dating and little did I know that I made the biggest mistake in my life by even falling for him. 
I was spending every day with Alex, I was skipping school with him, I was doing everything what I should not have done, and the worst thing that I did was that I neglected my friendship with Jack. He was really bothered by the fact that I was talking only about Alex and that I was spending so much time with him. We started to fight and eventually, we just lost contact. At first, I didn’t care about not being close with Jack anymore because Alex was the only thing on my mind, but then, just a few months later, Alex started to act like the biggest asshole to me and cheated on me. I was heartbroken and desperate, but most of all, I was angry, angry at myself for letting Jack go away from me. 

Jack’s POV

‘Jack?’ My mom yelled from downstairs. 


‘You have a visit!’ She yelled. 

‘Who is it?’ 

‘Come downstairs!’ I groaned getting up from the bed and making my way downstairs. 

‘Who is it and where is?’ I asked my mom. 

‘It’s some girl, she’s waiting for you in the living room.’ Some girl? 



‘What are you doing here?’ I asked clearly surprised to see her standing in my living room. 

‘I-I came here to talk to you.’ She said. 

‘About?’ I asked sitting down in the armchair and she sat down on the couch. 

‘About y/n.’ She said. My body tensed at the mention of her name. 

‘What about her?’ I asked avoiding to look at Donna’s eyes. 

‘She’s suffering, Jack.’ She said. 

‘What does that have to do with me?’ I asked like I don’t know. 

‘It has everything to do with you!’ She chuckled a little at my stupid question. ‘Jack, she’s sorry. All she does is cry and talk and think about you non-stop. She doesn’t want to meet new people, she doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore and when she does go to a party or something, she gets wasted every time and then cries even harder. She misses you so freaking much. I can’t stand to watch her like that anymore. This has been going for a year now. You two used to be everything to each other and now you don’t even talk to each other. Don’t you miss everything that you two had? Don’t you miss her?’ She said. I started to remember the best time of my life while Donna was talking, the time when y/n used to be my whole world. I do miss her too much, but she hurt me so bad and I can’t get over that. 

‘I wouldn’t really say that she is ‘suffering’ that much and that she misses me given the stories that go around about her.’ 

‘What stories?’ Donna asked. 

‘Oh you haven’t heard? Alex told everyone that y/n called him the other night begging him to come back to her. Apparently, he accepted and the next day he caught her cheating with two other guys.’ 

‘WHAT?’ Donna jumped out of her place. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’ 

‘That’s what he said.’ I said calmly. 

‘Do you really trust Alex? The guy who fucking cheated on her and even hit her! Do you really trust his words after everything he has done to her?!’ 

‘He hit her..?’ I always knew that Alex is an idiot and that he will hurt her, but I didn’t think that he’d go this far. 

‘Yes, he hit her. She was arguing with him when she found out that HE cheated on her and she said that she’s breaking up with him and then he slapped her.’ She said and I stayed silent. Maybe I seemed like I didn’t care at all, but on the inside, I wanted to beat the shit out of him. ‘Do you really think that y/n would ever do something like that? Like you don’t know her.’ She said. 

‘I-I don’t know..’ 

‘Oh my God..I can’t believe you.’ She said taking her bag and storming out of the house. 

Your POV 

*The next day*

‘Ugh, I haven’t slept all night cause Mrs Miller’s dog kept barking all night. Again. I swear I’ll shoot him one day.’ I groaned sleepily. 

‘Yeah, that sucks..’ Donna said keeping her eyes glued at one spot. 

‘What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all day. What’s wrong?’ I asked her. 

‘Y/n..there’s something I need to tell you.’ She said being very serious which is rare for her so I should probably be concerned. 

‘Okay? What is it?’ I asked. 

‘So..yesterday, I went to Jack to talk to him.’ 

‘You what?!’ I cut her off. 

‘Calm down and listen to me.’ She said before continuing. My heart was already beating so fast. ‘We talked about you and he said that Alex told everyone that you begged him to come back to you and that he accepted, but the next day he caught you cheating with two other guys.’ She said. 

‘What?!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to cry even though I was so fucking angry. My blood was boiling and I was ready to kick his ass. ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’ I said through my teeth. Alex was standing in the middle of the hallway with other losers who kiss his ass and think that they’re popular ‘cause they hang out with Alex. 

‘Y/n, I know that you’re furious right now, but please don’t do anything stupid, okay?’ Donna said, but I ignored her making my way to him. 

‘Well, well, well, look who’s-’ 

‘You fucking asshole!’ I cut him off by slapping him across his face. 

‘What is wrong with you?!’ 

‘Why are you trying to fucking ruin my life when I have done absolutely nothing to you!’ I yelled as I continued hitting his chest with my fists as hard and as fast as I could. ‘All I did was love you and that was the biggest mistake in my life!’ I was still hitting him everywhere when I felt someone’s arms take me and pull me away. ‘I fucking hate you!’ I was still yelling at Alex and I didn’t even notice that someone was carrying me until I was put on my feet outside the school. I turned around to see Jack. ‘Jack?’ 

‘Come with me.’ He said taking my hand in his. We stopped walking when we reached the school park. 

‘Jack, nothing he said was true, I swear. I’d never do something-’ 

‘I know.’ He said looking at my eyes. 

‘Oh my God.’ I crouched down putting my hands over my face as I started to cry. 

‘Hey..get up.’ Jack said softly pulling me up to him. ‘I’m so sorry Jack. I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.’ I sobbed into his chest. 

‘Shh, it’s okay baby.’ He wrapped his arms tightly around me and leaned his chin on the top of my head. My heart melted at him calling me ‘baby’. ‘I’m sorry that I wasn’t here to protect you when he hurt you. He would’ve had broken bones if I knew before that he hit you.’ Jack said. 

‘D-Donna told you?’ I asked. 

‘Yeah, she did.’ 

‘Listen Jack, I’m sorry, I can’t take the distance between us anymore. It’s killing me. I miss you and I just want you back. I know that you hate me and you have all the right to, I hate myself too because I let an idiot come between us, but I-’ As I was talking, I was cut off by Jack pressing his lips against mine. The butterflies erupted in my stomach as he kissed me. ‘Jack..’ I said breathlessly and he leaned his forehead against mine. 


‘We just kissed.’ I said still shocked by his action. 

‘We did.’ He smiled slightly. ‘Did you like it?’ He asked quietly. I smiled and nodded. ‘Can I kiss you again?’ He asked. I nodded again blushing and he took my face in his hands and kissed me again.

anonymous asked:

Hello i absolutely love this blog! I was wondering if u could do some alois headcanons on how he would be like in a rly close friendship :)


He’s protective of you. I mean he threatens the people who hurt you in any way. Someone breaks up with you? A threat is sent their way. Someone hurts your feelings? A threat is sent their way. Someone slaps you? OFF WITH THEIR HEAD CLAUDE.

He’s the type of friend to wanna have sleepovers, you’ll cuddle, and Claude can make you any food you could ever want. The only thing is if he feels that Claude isn’t giving him enough attention he might have Claude in your sleepover too.

Going out with him in public is like going out with an overprotective mother/father. Only not as bad, because no one dares to do talk to you two just knowing Alois.

If you show even the slightest interest in someone there is a 99% chance that he will be the best wing man that ever existed. Only once you get the person he becomes a bit *harsh. (*see the first headcanon about break ups)

He would never cross your comfort zone, but just know he will be affectionate. You know bestfriend hugs, and sometimes cuddles. But just so you know that these cuddles and hugs are only for him and you. So don’t think about cuddling/hugging other people platonically. That’s his job. 

He hates when Claude is too close to you and when you’re too close to Claude. So Claude and you have no friendship with each other what so ever. But he’s just jealous. 


When ever you go over he has music jamming really loud. So you don’t knock, you just walk in and find Hannah sitting on the couch with Alois dancing with Claude. When he spots you he always drops Claude then and there. EVERYTIME and he demands you dance with him.

He’s such a hipster tbh, and he loves when you go out to tea with him. Not coffee, coffee’s too mainstream for hipster Alois. You get dragged into tiny cafe that you’ve never been to at least 3 times a week for tea. 

He loves snapchat streaks and has had a streak with all his close friends-including you for at least a month. He takes them seriously and low-key throws a fit if you break that. 

When you go out anywhere together, he’s trying to set you up with someone. As long as you’re single that is. He loves love, and honestly enjoys looking for the best man/woman for you. Where ever that may be, at the local library, at the cherryfeast or if it’s in the local McDonalds because he had to pee. 


Fandom: X-men
Characters: Logan, Scott
Relationship: Logan/reader, Scott/reader (Brother)
request: Being Scott summers little sister and Logan having a thing for her.
Authors Note: Your mutation is that you can manipulate anything to form a shield or protective cover, such as electricity (this also acts like a electric fence and can shock your opponent) also, your mutation can absorbed the attackers power. I though it would be a good power as it means she is the only one who can talk to Scott without his glasses. It means they have a closer connection as she is the only one who isn’t affected by his powers.
He just kinda jumped into your life. It was so strange.
You had seen him running around the mansion in his boxers but you didn’t complain. Xavier called you to his office one Logan had settled in and asked you to keep an eye on him.
“Your kind, understanding nature might be just what he needs at this point in time.”
And with that, you were inseparable.
Logan adored you in a way he would never tell you, especially with your brother around. Scott was very protective over his little sister and Logan knew it. But that didn’t stop him slowly falling in love with you.
Logan was walking along one of the many hallways in the academy when a hand reached out and pulled him into a room, slamming him against the wall. His claws shot out, ready to fight but retracted when he saw Scott with a rather pissed off expression on his face.
“Scott? I hope that’s not how you treat kids.” Logan grunts as he pushes Scott away, making him stumble.
“No, just the ones who hit on my sister.” Scott spat sourly at Logan, his hands balled into fists. Logans cool domineer for a couple of seconds before he composed himself.
“I never hit on your sister.” Logan turned to walk toward the door, but scott pulled him back.
“If she gets hurt, I will personally make sure to have those claws cut.” Scotts voice was low and menacing as he let go of Logan.
“Why would I hurt her?” Logan matched Scotts dangerous tone, his own hands in fists as he felt his temper boil.
“You’re an animal. Its only a matter of time.” Scott spat. He knew his words would strike a nerve in Logan, but he also knew he had to protect you. Your mutation may mean you can protect yourself, but Scott was still protective of you since you were still young and he didn’t want to see you get hurt.
“I would never hurt her.” Logan growled.
“Why not?”
“Because I love [y/n]…” Logans voice started off loud but then trailed off as his eyes fell on the face peaking into the room.
You skipped along the hallway, humming happily to yourself until you heard low voices coming from one of the empty classes.
“I will personally make sure to have those claws cut.” You recognised the tone of your brothers voice as you had only heard it once when he had caught you fighting with a bully when you were at school and you knew shit was about to go down.
Tiptoeing over to the door, you peak through the small gap that been left.
“Why would I hurt her?” Logan? Why was Scott fighting with logan? Okay, its not uncommon for them to have a ‘friendly dispute’, but this sounded like it was going to turn nasty soon. And who was it about?
“You’re an animal. Its only a matter of time.” You could clearly see both their faces and almost feel the steam coming off them. That was a low blow and you made a mental note to slap Scott later. No matter what they were arguing about, that was unacceptable.
“I would never hurt her.” Her? Whos her? You slowly push the door open a little bit so you could peak in a little. The way Logan was saying he wouldn’t hurt ‘her’, he sounded hurt and angry that anyone would suggest such a thing. Something in his voice, how it softened when he said ‘her’.
“Why not?” tension was raising and it was going to break. You pushed the door further, ready to jump between them if a fight would break out.
“Because I love [y/n]…”
He loved you.
His eyes met yours as they both looked to you figure in the doorway.
Your hand fell from the door and to your side as you processed what just happened. He loved you and would never hurt you. Your head was spinning and you felt the need to pinch yourself to prove it was real. The beautiful eyes bore into yours, searching for some sort of reaction to his words.
Logan never showed weakness, but he had never felt weaker than now.
Your eyes darted to look out the window at the beautiful picture perfect view.
Logan watched your actions and thought it was rejection. He sighed and took a step forward.
“[y/n]. Im sorry, i didn’t…” Logan was cut off as you stepped forward, put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him down so your lips met his in a sweet kiss.
Logans eyes widened at your sudden and impulsive action but quickly shut as his hands rested on your hips, his lips moving against yours. Your heart was beating hard against your chest but as Logan pulled you closer to his own chest, you couldn’t help but lean on him and let out a soft moan against his lips.
You felt a hand roughly grab your upper arm and rip you away from Logan. Your eyes flew open as you saw Scott pulling you towards him and away from Logan with all his might.
“Scott!” you try to wriggle free of his grip and get back to Logan but it was near enough impossible. You watched Scott carefully and you knew he was glaring at Logan. There was a small bit of you that thought he might take his glasses off!
“You stay away from my sister.” He pulls you so you were behind him, Scott taking a firm stance between you both. You looked at Logan, seeing the hurt flash across his eyes. But it was gone as quick as it came.
“Like hell I will. After a kiss like that!” Logan steps forward, reaching out a hand for you, which you attempted to reach, only for Scott to push you further away. Logan became enraged by this acion and took another step forward, his eyes on Scott as he, once again, held out his hand to you, which Scott slapped away.
That was a bad move.
A animalistic growl escaped Logan throat as he stared at Scott, his eyes becoming somehow darker. Scott stood firm and steady between you too and you knew there was only one way that this could turn out well.
Darting under Scotts arm, you stood between the two men, slightly raising your hand to each of them.
“Don’t do this.” You turn to Scott first, making sure he could see how upset you were over this. As much as he hated to see you get hurt, he hated it more when he was the reason.
“I don’t want to argue with you. You are my brother and I love you, but you need to let me grow up. You have this constant need to keep me from danger, but danger will find me. How would you rather it find me? Defenceless, helpless and weak, unable to defend myself. Or strong and confident? I cant stand up for myself. I can look out for myself. Please, Scott, if it’s a mistake, let me make it. Let me learn?” You plea with him, not looking away from Scott as you tried to read his expression. He let his head fall forward a little, and you knew he was looking at the floor as he sighed.
“Im sorry, [y/n]. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” He looks back up at you.
You smile at him and walk back to him, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, his hand rubbing circles on your back in a comforting way.
When you pulled away, you smile at Scott, who smiled back at you. His head turned to Logan who was standing behind you still, staying very quiet.
“You hurt her, I swear I will hunt you down.” Scott then gave you one last pat on the shoulder and walked out the room, probably going to fine Jean.
You turn and smile at Logan, who looked like he had just been hit by a tree.
“What just happened?” He asks, looking from the door and back to you, bewildered.
“I think, I think, he okay with us.” You smile, walking over to one of the tables and perching on it, swinging your legs playfully. Logan walked towards you, rather slowly, as if Scott was going to come back and beat him if he got in a certain distance to you.
“So, that kiss?” He asks when he is standing in front of you, his hands coming up and resting on your hips as you allowed him to stand between your legs.
“Yeah?” You look up at him through your eyelashes, biting you lip.
“We should do that again.” He leans closer, his voice dropping. You let out a soft moan of agreement as his lips met your, once again in a sweet kiss.

I’ve had Samuel as a character for a while now but I realized I haven’t talked about him much. I sketched this like a month ago and kinda forgot about it until today, and slapped on some quick lineart and color.

So Sam here is the one who accompanies Jarvaazim when he makes the trip to Skyhold. On the ship Samuel is the first mate to the crew, but his relationship with Jarvaazim is very personal as well; it’s almost like a father-son thing, they go back a long way and they’re close. Jarvaazim is extremely protective of him and he will outright murder-knife you if you do anything to harm him. Not that anyone would want hurt a kind old man I think (unless you’re a heartless bastard), Sam is like the self-appointed unofficial grandpa to everyone in the Inquisition. XD


Samuel is actually based on my own grandfather in a multitude of ways. I loosely based his appearance on him, but also his fondness for nature and his past as a gardener, as well as the fact that despite his advanced age, Samuel is not one to sit back and do nothing. My own grandfather is 98 years old but still lives in his own house, does his own groceries, cooks and on warm days can still be found tinkering in the garden. I love my gramps and I’m so proud of him! <3

So yes! I’m already very fond of him as a character, and he’s one of the only ones Jarvaazim will seriously listen to. He’s also the only one in Skyhold - currently - who knows about Jarvaazim’s well kept secret - he hasn’t told anyone yet that he’s completely deaf on one side because he considers it a weakness that could be exploited by others (though the signs are there if you look for it, he favors the other side), and Samuel’s herbal brews are the only thing that help against the migraines that often plague him because of it.