and even more beautiful in blue i think

Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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Accidents Happen

Chris Pine x Reader 

Prompt : 1. “Here, just wear my shirt.” - Requested by anon.

Originally posted by iamtribblesome

“Shit shit shit.” You mumbled, walking to the girls bathroom, holding your shirt up, trying to keep the wine from going everywhere.

You turned the corner and immediately bumped into someone. 

“Im so sorry.” The man said, pulling you up. 

Looking into the face of the stranger, you felt your stomach flutter. You knew exactly who it was and honestly. 

“Holy crap, y-you’re Chris pine.” You stammered, fumbling over your words. “Duh, of course you know who you are.” 

He let out a chuckle, his piercing blue eyes locked with your, making your knees feel weak in the process. He was just to beautiful And even more so in person. And here you were, with a stained white blouse. Looking a mess. 

“Are you okay? Did I drop my wine on you?” He asked, looking at your shirt. 

You snapped back to reality and shook your head. “N-No.” You exhaled. “I uh, I actually dropped my wine on myself.” 

Immediately you felt embarrassed but he just smiled, thinking how cute you were to himself. 

“And I have a meeting with the CEO of the company I work for in a few minutes.” You said, feeling panicked now. 

Chris thought for a moment but came up with something. “Here, just wear my shirt.” 

“What?” You asked. “N-No, its okay, Its-”

“Seriously, just take my shirt.” He smiled, already unbuttoning it. “If I can help a damsel in distress, then I will.” 

You nervously bit on your lower lip, watching him slip out of the white button up. He had a tank top underneath. 

“I can’t take it.” You said. 

He put the shirt in your hand, and smiled. “Yes you can. It’ll give us a reason to meet up again.” 

Your stomach fluttered, and you nodded. “Thank you.” 

“Good luck at your meeting.” He winked. 

salt + shadow | (m)

• pairing: kim taehyung x reader x kim seokjin  
genre/warnings: smuuut, language, threesome, exhibitionist themes, three-way kissing, fingering, oral sex, breath play, cum play, dom themes, dirty talk, pet names, incubus! Taehyung, human! Seokjin + reader
• words: 10,248
→ summary: your life was lacklustre before Taehyung. The demon who came into your life and turned it upside down, making you question everything you knew about this world. Now, he has yet another idea up his sleeve and it involves a certain stranger you meet at a bar – Seokjin…

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Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

If That's What You Want

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warnings: swearing, flirting, angst, jealousy, makeout

Summary: Theo sees Y/N flirting with Liam and even though they aren’t together, Theo lashes out and Liam doesn’t take it lightly. They get into a fight in front of the Pack.

A/N: 3rd one let’s go! :) I spent a little bit more time on this one, so hope you enjoy! Sorry if the formatting is a little weird, but I tried my best to fix it (I do everything on my phone so if it’s weird on the computer sowwy).


The whole Pack was sitting around in Scott’s living room, just hanging out.

Lydia and Stiles were sitting on the couch, snuggling and watching tv. Malia and Scott were on the floor, Scott’s head propped up with a pillow while Malia’s head lay on his stomach.

I was sitting on the other end of the couch, when Liam walked into the room with two sodas, which he previously said he was going to the kitchen to get. He handed me one, a charming smile on display. I wrap my hand around the cold can, water condensation on the outside of the drink dripping off.

“Thanks,” I say while giving him a genuine grin.

“No problem. Anything for you.” He smirks at his statement, before plopping down on the carpet in front of me, his body situated between my feet and his back leaning against the couch.

I smile slightly, getting a whiff of his amazing smelling hair. “Dunbar, did you start using a different shampoo?” I ask.

He looks up at me, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Yeah, just for you, Cupcake,” he responds.

Around me, Liam always seemed to get a sudden boost of confidence that he didn’t have with the others. He always seemed so sure of his words, his flirting radiating of a steady balance of humbleness and cockiness.

I hear a muffled growl across the room that startles me the tiniest bit. I look up to the chair pulled out from the dining room, noticing Theo staring wickedly at Liam, his eyes glowing every few seconds.

I’m confused by his behavior, not understanding the sudden tension filling the air. Obviously everyone notices it, especially Scott and Malia as they tense, probably sensing Theo’s chemo signals. Lydia catches on, shaking Stiles gently to get his attention. But, they all stay silent just watching the interaction.

This action isn’t proving Theo’s case to anyone, as we recently allowed him to start hanging around us more often. Me being the main person who pushed for his inclusion. Maybe it was only me who saw him as a good person in the inside.

Lydia and Malia said my judgement was clouded by how Theo and I had a sort of friends with benefits relationship. Every once and a while, we would hook up, nothing too crazy, just a make out session or what not at parties and such, but I honestly did think he was a good person, whole-heartedly and I wouldn’t be swayed otherwise.

Liam looks up at Theo, his left eyebrow quirking upwards, puckering his lips. He suddenly grabs my bare leg, planting a kiss on my knee. Um, what?

I’m so confused by this action, unable to form any words as Liam crawls up onto the couch, pulling me into an embrace.

“Liam,” I muster to say into his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

He maintains his hold on me, somehow creating more contact than the previous embrace. I stiffen, knowing how everyone’s eyes were on us. I try pushing away, finally understanding what was happening.

He was marking me.

I hear a growl again, but this time not muffled and definitely closer than before.

“Let go,” Theo growls. I shift to see him standing behind Liam with his legs wide apart, in a stance that says not to fuck with him.

Liam eventually loosens his grip, so I slip out, pushing off of the couch. I look back, seeing the two boys’ eyes flashing.

I feel hands grip around my hips, pulling me towards them. I look over my shoulder, glancing at Theo giving me a look that I can read and respond to in a moment. The look asking if I was okay, my response being the quick nod of my head.

Theo nods back sharply, before pushing me behind him, growling at Liam, his sharp teeth forming.

Scott grabs my forearm, pulling me until I’m in Malia’s grasp. He then walks forward, standing between the two childish boys.

“Guys,” he says calmly, always the mediator, “Can we at least try sorting this out without ripping my mom’s sofa again? She was pissed last time.”

Normally, the two boys would back down at the sight of Scott, knowing when defeat was defeat, but they edged on, both still giving one another death stares and growls for days.

Liam lunges past Scott, but Theo’s quick reflexes push him away before his claws can reach him.

“Bad move, kid,” Theo mutters, before swiping a claw at Liam’s face, scratching his cheek barely.

Liam retaliates, throwing a fist at Theo’s nose, then gripping his right leg and dragging it back so his body slams into the ground. I wince, my hands automatically raising up to cover my mouth.

Theo shuffles up, wiping the blood off that’s now dripping from his nose. His tongue flits out, over his lips, glancing in my direction, then charging forward. Liam’s body going limp as Theo slams him into the wall. Liam’s arms reach up and he starts scratching and scraping at his face and chest. Theo’ claws also trying to reach his opponent.

Now, I fall to the ground, my eyes going wide. This was escalating way too quickly for my liking, the wounds becoming more severe than any Pack fight had ever gotten.

“Scott, do something,” I shout. He looks at me, nodding his head in determination, his eyes turning red.

He rushes over to Liam and Theo, grabbing Theo’s grey sweatshirt and throwing him back, placing a strong hand over Liam’s chest in order to keep him from moving.

Malia runs over to Theo, holding him back as well. After a few seconds of utter disbelief, I shake out of it, my feet taking me in between Liam and Theo.

They both look at me, how anxious they are showing through their body language, their eyes watching my movements intently.

Liam’s body deflates, as my feet act on their own, my body crashing into Theo’s and pulling him against me.

Malia steps back and Theo wraps his arms around my waist. I pull away, my hand grazing under his nose at the crimson red liquid.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” I ask, my lip quivering. I knew he would heal, but it still pained me to see how he flinched as I inspected his wounds. My hand hovered over the cut on his lip, then to the one on his chest, then his neck, and then to his arm.

For a flash of a second I looked over to Liam, Scott attending to his wounds. Liam was already healing, but as I continued inspecting Theo’s wounds they weren’t healing quite yet. The scratches from Liam must’ve been significantly deeper.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” He whispers. I furrow my eyebrows in concern, nodding my head slowly. He pulls me toward the staircase, our retreating forms slipping out of the room unnoticed.

We make it to Scott’s bedroom. I go into his room, sitting down on his bed and tucking my hands underneath my thighs.

Theo peers out the door, then closes it virtually noiselessly. He takes a deep breath, then walks over and sits right next to me.

I turn my body to face towards him as he pushes his hand through his messy hair, an almost unnoticeable wince as he does the quick movement, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

My hand reaches out, sliding on top of the one on his knee, squeezing it against better judgement of me.

He flashes a small smile, before his lips go back into a straight line, his expression becoming serious.

I roll my bottom lip under my teeth, subconsciously playing with the bracelet on my hand that I’d been given by Scott for my birthday. Of course, it was filled with wolfsbane.

Theo notices my uneasiness, this time, his hand squeezing my own and me offering him a small smile.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me after we’ve been sitting side by side for almost 6 solid minutes in silence.

“Okay,” he huffs, “I’m not really sure how to put this in words, but you know how we’ve been sneaking around and you know… stuff.”

I nod my head, hoping this wasn’t heading in the direction I thought it was going. “Yeah, I’ve really enjoyed those moments,” I say truthfully. Even if I was lying, he would’ve been able to tell by my heartbeat. Or maybe not, due to how fast it was going just by being in a room alone with him. I kind of loved how he had this effect on me. Kind of.

“Well,” he rubbed his hand behind his neck, “I want to stop doing that.”

I felt a pang in my chest and I tried my hardest to keep my face unreadable as he said those words. Even though it was only a small fling, I thought he had real feelings for me and my heart broke that he didn’t want me anymore. But, I didn’t want him to see how much a sentence could affect me, so I just nodded gently.

I started to stand up, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Okay,” I whispered. “If that’s what you want, then-”

I felt a strong grip on my wrist andI looked down at Theo’s beautiful blue eyes, his pink lips parted. He pulled me back down onto the bed.

He brushed his hand against my cheek, causing me to close my eyes and revel in his touch, ignoring how he basically just told me he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “I think you’re interpreting this situation all wrong.”

I raised my eyebrows, more confused than I was earlier. “How am I supposed to interpret you breaking up with me even though there’s nothing to break up with?” I ask, starting to feel tears well up in my eyes. I told myself I wasn’t going to show any emotions, but everything inside me felt like it was crumbling.

“That’s the point,” he said, smiling.

How the hell could he be smiling.

“Y/N.” He gripped onto my hands with his own two, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin. My gaze fell down towards the action. “I want to make whatever we are, more official.”

My tongue skimmed over my lips, my nose crinkling, wondering if I had heard right. I pulled one hand out of his grip, pinching the skin on my arm. What?

“What was that for?” He asks, worry in his tone. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?”

“I… was just checking if this was- real. I guess, it is,” I say, half shocked and half anxious.

I hear him chuckle quietly. Theo’s hands cup my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine, making me fall into the ocean that was his eyes. “Of course this is real. If it wasn’t then would you be able to feel this?” He questioned, a millisecond before his lips were mine.

He pulled away, my hand reaching up to touch my lips which tingled in the most amazing way possible.

“I felt it,” I whisper, mostly to myself.

“Y/N, I hope you feel the same way, but I know that this was just supposed to be a fling but- I just… really like you. And I want more.”

I smile so brightly, half aware of how my cheeks burn at the tugging sensation. “Theo, fuck, yes… I’d love to go out with you,” I respond enthusiastically.

“Really?” He asks, doubt filling his voice.


He smirks before pushing his lips up against mine again, pulling me onto his waist. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I ask, concerned that I was causing him pain; the last thing I wanted to do.

“No, fuck, no. All I’m thinking is… God, I can finally call you my girlfriend.” He smiled devilishly before attacking my lips again, with a desire and ferocity that took me by surprise.

His lips moved along with mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. “Babe,” I murmured, a whimper coming from him at the word. “We should… probably go… back downstairs.”

“Uh huh,” he muttered, between kisses that were slowly moving towards my neck. He sucks especially hard at one spot, making me lurch forward into him.

“Come on,” I whisper, starting to not even believe my own words.

“Just a few more minutes.”


Dicking Down to Wifing Up

“Horan! Hurry the fuck up!” Harry yells through the door. “People are starting to show up!”

Niall looks in the mirror and adjusts his quiff a bit, “Coming!”  He just had the blonde redone and was more than ready for their house party.

Harry snorts from the other side, “Sure thing. Just don’t leave a mess.” He jokes and Niall hears him go down the hall.

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room. You said you were going to be coming to the party and he was looking forward to that. He had been trying to convince you for the entire semester to attend a variety of the parties that his frat put on.

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Illegal (Part 4)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by gotmeolk

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.000k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

No, you were almost certain that you didn’t hear her right. You must have been so focused looking at Jimin that you completely misunderstood what she had said.

“Y/N, are you there?” She asked, waving her hand in front of your face.

“Uhm… y-yeah.” You said, a bit nervous.

You looked at Jimin and then back at her again.

They were both very pretty, there was no way of denying that, and that they would also look good together, not to mention that Peyton had been Jimin’s first crush, so there was, without any doubt, something between the two of them.

However, Yoongi’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in your head, and you desperately wanted to hold onto them and hoped that they were true.

“I-I…” You tried to speak but the words didn’t want to get out. It was like each letter would tangle itself on your tongue and you just couldn’t set them free.

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Five Minutes - Jughead Jones X Reader

Anon Request: Ok so I have an idea where the reader is literally so in love with jug?? Like they’re in a relationship so jug love her back but she’s beyond, &a by this I mean like always kissing him, touching him whatever. I just wanna be so in love with my man I pick pretend dirt off him 🙄

Words: 848

Warnings: none wow go me

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long sweet Anon, thanks for your patience. :) I don’t see Jughead in my head as a super affectionate person but I think you’ll really like this. Enjoy! <3 - Juggie xx

It was no secret you could spend literal hours staring into the crystal blue of his eyes, feeling swept up by the ocean waves and beauty contained in them. Often times you would, for as long as you could anyway, while tangling your nimble fingers in the locks of his hair that were free from his beanie. Your fingers would then make their way to running along his jaw and travelling down his neck to his shoulders. His strong stare would captivate you but it wasn’t strong enough to keep you from looking at his lips longingly, practically melting at the thought of being kissed by him again.

Your friends said it was almost disgusting really, but that didn’t matter to you. You had fallen hard for Jughead Jones the III.

And of course he loved you too, you two had been dating for a little over a year. But to you it was a 24/7 job making sure Jug knew just how much you loved him. You couldn’t go a minute sitting next to him without staring at his features and kissing his cheek or his hands; to the outsider it seemed you were trapped in a honeymoon phase most teenagers would be out of by now. Certainly Jughead didn’t mind, but one day he finally aired his confusion.

“I really love you Juggie.” It had to have been the hundredth time you’d said it that day.

Archie groaned from the other side of the booth at Pop’s and Jug only laughed, “I know.”

“You guys are so in love it’s gross.” You stuck your tongue out at him and only cuddled farther into Jughead’s side. Archie suddenly had a look of mischief strike his face. “Are you one for bets (Y/N)?”

You were caught off guard, but never afraid of a challenge. You smirk, “Of course.”

“I bet you a milkshake you couldn’t keep your hands off him for five minutes.”

Without truly thinking of how long five minutes was you untangled yourself from Jughead’s side and shook his hand, “You are on, I like strawberry by the way.”

Archie laughed, but soon you’d realize what a mistake you had made. He’d already begun making conversation with Jughead, but you couldn’t focus. It felt so unnatural to not be playing with his hair or holding his hand. “‘Don’t you think (Y/N)?”

You snapped out of it, “Uh, what?”

You cheeks reddened as Jughead smirked at your lack of focus, “I was talking about watching a movie Friday. What were you thinking about?”

Archie answered for you, “She was just thinking about your beautiful blue eyes, JuggleBug.”

Jughead shot a glare at him making you laugh, “You better never call me that again.”

“Wow”, you remarked smugly, “what a pet name Arch. You sounded even more in love with him than I am.”

Betty slid into the booth next to him, “Ooh, are we talking about Jarchie over here?”

Betty and the boys continued to joke about the ship but you had made the mistake of looking back over at your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes had softened by now, making you unable to restrain yourself from admiring the steadiness of his friendly gaze at his friends. Your eyes traveled down his perfect nose to his kissable, pink lips. God, why had you made that dumb bet?

It had to have been five minutes by now, maybe Archie forgot?

You slowly began to reach over to him, and immediately Archie cut in, “Nope! Not unless you want to buy me a milkshake (Y/N)!”

Your hand had already come in contact with his shoulder, so you said the first thing that came to mind. “He has lent on his jacket?”

You began to quickly pretend pick lent off Jug’s shoulder making Betty giggle and Archie proclaim in victory, “It had only been four minutes, I like vanilla by the way.”

You couldn’t care less, your hand found Jughead’s cheek and he leaned into your touch, looking into your eyes with so much love you couldn’t help but smile wide. This boy truly was all yours. “I have to know (Y/N), why do you show me so much affection?”

You looked down with a blush, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, Jughead Jones. I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I need you to know that.”

His hand went under your chin and raised your face up to look up at him. It was his turn to admire, his gaze of pure adoration trailed from your eyes to your lips. “I know I don’t show it as much, but I think I’ve fallen pretty hard for you too, (Y/N).”

You indistinctly heard Archie groan something about his victory milkshake as Jug leaned forward and kissed you, making you feel fireworks and butterflies erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hand found your jaw and yours rested on his shoulders as you kissed him like you’d never get to again.

Just like how you always did: every single time.

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Random Will Solace Head Canon

Am I the only one who thinks that almost any camper has had some sort of crush on Will at some point, like imagine waking up in the infirmary after being hurt and the first thing you see are those soft and caring and gentle blue eyes watching you with concern or being sick for a few days and him taking care of you, and you are feeling that peace he seems to give people. And yes, the fact that he’s beautiful makes it even more easier to fall for him. 


Summary: Draco has one person in mind for the yule ball.  One person who makes his insides flip upside down, his palms sweaty and his knees weak.  The one person he can’t talk to.  Guess what?  Y/N does too.

Word Count: just over 2400

Draco’s Journal – December 7, 1994

There’s going to be a stupid ball on Christmas Day.  Father will probably make me go with some daft bimbo.  I’ll have to get dressed up.  I’ll have to dance.  I’ll have to look at all the ridiculous couples act all lovey dovey on the dance floor.

It’ll be awful.

Draco’s Journal – December 9, 1994

Father said I could pick someone to go with.  He gave me a few suggestions but Mother made sure I knew that I could ask anyone.

Maybe I’ll ask her.

No.  That’s ridiculous.

I barely know her. She would never go to a ball with me.

I’ll have to look at the suggestions.  I’ll take whoever is the prettiest.  Yeah.  That’s the plan.

I need to forget about her.

Draco’s Journal – December 12, 1994

I did not forget about her.

I saw her in the Great Hall and nearly asked her right then and there.  She just looked so perfect talking and laughing with her friends.

No.  I need to get it together.

I’m asking Pansy Parkinson.


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@alexairwin requested a Disney!Luke imagine!!

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this up.

Sorry I’m really bad at making imagines short so this will have two(if not more parts). Anyways, love you guys enjoy.


You hang up the towels that are all thrown around the room, making sure the bed was all made up. All while watching the clock that never seemed to move during your shift.

You hated complaining about your job because when you told people you worked at Disneyland almost everyone thought it was cool. But being a maid at one of the most popular parks in America was quite opposite.

People left their rooms in horrible shape but if everyone cleaned up after themselves you’d be out of a job. You just wish not everyone’s room was so disgusting.

“Oh, um.” Someone says behind you.

You squeal slightly, being caught off guard.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear anyone came in. It’s pretty awkward when someone comes in and you’re cleaning their room.

You twirl around, “I’m so sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”

You cough slightly, still getting over a cold.

The boy who you came face to face with was quite attractive which made you even more embarrassed.

He stared at you, as most people do when they find someone in their room. His blue eyes watching you intensely as you pick up your cleaning supplies.

“So you’re the one who’s been coming in here while I’m gone and making my bed. I thought his place really was magic and was cleaning itself up.” He speaks.

His obvious accent making you curious to find out where he is from. You laugh at his attempt to pull a joke.

He smiles proudly, he thinks you are beautiful . Much too pretty to be a maid. He also wonders how old you are because you barely look old enough to have a job.

“That’s me.” You smile, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen from your braids.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You reply, sniffling a bit, this cold is very persistent.

You can’t afford to stay home even a day. You still live with your parents and work because they would lose their house otherwise.

You liked sticking around to make sure everyone was okay anyways.

“Well I’m Luke. It’s nice to meet you.” You wipe your nose with the cuff of your sleeve. “Are you sick?”

You nod, “Yeah, just the tail end of a cold. I’m okay though.”

Luke watches your mouth as you talk. Your full pink lips mesmerizing him.

“Well then you should be at home resting.” He smiles, still looking at your lips.

“Yeah.” You giggle, glancing down. “Well I’ll see you around.”

You smile at him once more before heading to the next room.

Your day changed after meeting Luke. You had more of a bounce in my step. The day passes quickly and you hoped you would see him again.
The next morning you wake up, still feeling under the weather. This cold is just clinging on.

“You’re needed in 402.” Your boss says without looking up as soon as you walk in.

You sigh, usually if you are needed this early in the morning it’s not pretty.

You grab some basic cleaning things, lots of disinfectant. The closer you get to the room you realize it’s where you had your encounter with Luke.

You really hope he didn’t completely trash the room because because that would completely change you view on him.

You knock on the door and it almost immediately swings open.

Luke’s smiles is bright and he is fully dressed.

“Ah, y/n I was hoping they would send you!” He says.

His blue eyes are soft as he glances at you.

You smile back at him, switching back and forth on your feet awkwardly. “So, did you need me to do something for you?”

He comes to realization that you are just standing in the hallway holding cleaning supplies. He stands to the side motioning for you to come in.

You walk in and the room is clean, cleaner that even you left it yesterday.

“I remember how you were saying- well you said you weren’t feeling well so…” He can’t seem to find the right words so he just motions.

You see a table with tea and a kettle of hot water.

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I got you chamomile, and earl gray and even some berry kind. I don’t know.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Luke, this is so sweet.” You smile, setting down your cleaning supplies.

What did you do to get this boy to do something like this. You had guests leave nice gifts for you but never anything like this. This was so thoughtful and he was being so sweet.

“I also told them my toilet was acting up so it would probably take you awhile.” Luke scratches the back of his neck.

He pulls out a chair for you, “Please sit down.” He says.

You felt horrible, you didn’t want to leave your coworkers to do all the work while you had tea with a cute boy. Maybe if it were just a couple minutes.

You sit in the chair and he nicely pushes his chair in.

You decide minty tea sounds nice. The water is so warm it soothes your throat.

Luke pours himself a cup as well.

“So where are you from?” You make conversation.

Accents have always intrigued you, you loved knowing where people were from. Probably because you’ve always wanted to get out of California, even America.

“Australia. I’m here with some mates on a holiday.” He says.

You nod, a vacation sounds nice but out of everywhere they could have gone why here?

“Are you having fun? Why aren’t you out enjoying the rides while you can?” You ask him.

It is still early morning but the rides opened over an hour ago. Instead of going out on a nice day he is sitting with you instead.

“I just was thinking about how you weren’t feeling well and I hate working when I’m sick.” He shrugs.

You two talked yesterday afternoon. You would have thought he’d forgotten all about it.

He makes conversation by asking about your favorite rides and if you come here with your family much.

You don’t go into detail but your parents don’t have much money to spend on stuff like Disneyland. Sure you get a good discount working here but even that’s too much.

He seems to want to talk about you, asking you about your favorite animal and color. He wanted to know what you did for fun and other fun places to do around California.

You were having such a good conversation by the time you came to your senses and looked at the clock an hour had passed. You stumble to your feet.

“Oh my. I have to go.” You scramble to gather all of your cleaning supplies you arrived with. “Thank you so much, Luke. You are very thoughtful.”

He stands to his feet to see you off.

“Wait.” He says as you are halfway out the door.

He puts his hand on your arm and you look down at it. His warm hand tingling on your skin.

You glance up at his face and the electric blue of his eyes is just sunning, it almost takes your breath away.

“I-i want to see you again.” He stutters, looking down at the ground as he confesses.

It is then you realize how good looking he his. His long hair is curly and is pushed back out of his eyes. He has magnificent eyebrows and his lips are so full and pink.

A smile crosses your features, you are still in such amazement you’ve caught the attention of this beautiful boy.

“I get off at 5. I’ll meet you here.” You say before slipping from him grip and out the door.

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner (part 2)

Breakfast Lunch

Yeah, you and Steve have been roommates for two years. And yeah, you consider him your best friend. But you know that Bucky was Steve’s friend first, and now that Bucky has moved in to the third bedroom, it’s about time that you accept being the third wheel.


Steve is out of town so you and Bucky hate fuck.

Part 2

author: sugardaddytony stark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 2385

warnings: AU, vaginal fingering, spanking, excessive cursing

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Buses || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by forsakeart

Requests are currently [ CLOSED FOR CATCHUP ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: i cant believe i haven’t posted an imagine in so long, but i honestly lost any type of inspiration to write at all, but i’m slowly getting my flow back, and managed to write this request that i’ve so badly wanted to write since the anon sent it. i hope you enjoy, and i promise i’ll try to ever be away for this long again xo

There were a lot of things Joe loved about London, but having to take the bus because the tubes were on strike, was not one of them. And he wouldn’t have even bothered if it wasn’t for the fact that Zoe had threatened that if he didn’t turn up at this Sugg Life meeting that she was already waiting for him at, she’d hack into his Twitter account and post hundreds of embarrassing photographs of him that the internet had never seen before.

He wasn’t willing to take the risk.

And so he dragged himself out of the comfort of his bed, threw on some clothes that were less than appropriate for a meeting, but he seriously didn’t feel like himself, and the idea of having to get onto a packed bus in the high of the London heat, really hadn’t done anything to brighten his spirit.

With a frown on his face, and a constant thumping in the temples of his forehead, he makes his way to the nearest bus stop, head down and scrolling through emails, trying to take his mind off of the constant heavy weight on his shoulders and the pressure gradually building in the bridge of his nose.

He was getting sick, maybe even already was, that much was certain, but his week was full of meetings and book signings, so he had absolutely no time to be sick.

Surprisingly, there were only a few people sat beneath the plastic shelter, but glancing down at his watch and noticing that he was twenty minutes early for the next bus, he knew that by the time it arrived there’d be a whole crowd of people standing around the graffitied plastic shelter.

He hesitates for a moment, before taking a seat on the long bench beside a girl who’s hood was pulled up over her head, focusing his attention on his phone and trying to keep his awkwardness at bay.

He tries not to pay attention when the girl beside him sighs and shuffles uncomfortably, but when she reaches up to pull her hood down and run a hand through her oddly colored hair, he couldn’t help but turn his head to look at her properly and not just out of the corner of his eye.

She had a frown playing at the corners of her lips as she stared down at her phone, blue hair hanging over her face and a selection of rings adorning her fingers. She groans under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear, before her head snaps up in his direction and her eyes widen a fraction in surprise when she sees him already looking at her, not having expected his eyes to be on her.

Red patches begin to appear on her lightly freckled cheeks, reminding him of constellations, before she shoved her phone into her hoodie pocket and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears.

She looked like a personified Lana Del Rey song, and Joe couldn’t help but allow his stare to linger, awed by her.

He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry for staring, you just looked-” he trails off, looking for the right word. “Frustrated.”

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. “No, don’t worry about it. And yeah, frustrated is an understatement.”

He nods in understanding. “I get it, we all have those days where it just seems like nothing is going our way.”

“Exactly.” A smile adorns her cherry red painted lips, and her gaze lingers on him for a moment as his phone buzzes in his hand, and he looks down at the notification with a tired sigh. She purses her lips, hesitating for a moment, half afraid that he’d think she was being nosey, before asking. “Everything okay?”

“Just my sister, on my ass about getting to this meeting or else.” He says, glancing over at the blue haired beauty and laughing slightly. “But it’s okay, I have just as much blackmail material as she does; maybe even more. She just doesn’t know that yet.”

“She sounds like a handful.”

“She is.” Joe laughs, and the girl couldn’t help but join in, his laughter too contagious not too. As their laughter died down, Joe nods down at the mobile in her hand. “Did that thing have a part in frustrating you too?”

She nods, an exasperated exhale falling from between her perfectly painted lips. “My Spotify won’t load, and my boss keeps pestering me about being late for work. It’s like he doesn’t understand that when the Tubes go on strike, not all of us have a car as a backup plan.”

Joe hisses through his teeth. “Sounds like a prick.”

A smile breaks out on her lips, and she laughs. “Couldn’t have put it better myself, honestly.”

They share a small grin before they both mutually return to staring at their phone screens, Joe typing out a sarcastic response to Zoe, before he looked up at the blue haired girl, suddenly feeling rude for having a full on conversation with her (and having called her boss a prick), before having any idea what her name was.

As if reading his mind, she looks up from her phone, an amused smirk on her lips. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

His eyes widen a fraction, before he notices the smirk on her face, and can’t help but roll his eyes at his obviousness, and laughs. “Right, well, thank you for brightening up my seven am Central London bus stop experience. I’m Joe.”

She nods slowly as the bus finally pulls up within the thick yellow lines painted on the road, standing up and smiling at him cheekily. “I know.” She walks over to the door of the bus as it’s double doors fold open, only glancing back at him once, a playful grin on her lips. He was still stood in his place, eyebrows drawn together in the middle of his forehead at her words. “I’ll see you at the meeting, I’m thinking of a pink Sugg Life phone case next?”

He stares in shock as she walks onto the bus, a small chuckle of disbelief falling from between his lips as he stares at the spot she’s been stood just previously. He steps onto the bus, paying for his ticket with the correct change, before walking down to the back of the bus and sliding into the seat beside the blue haired girl, pursing his lips as he glanced over at her. “Pink Sugg Life phone cases sound interesting. Tell me more?”

“Wait for the meeting, Mr. Sugg.” She shakes her head, mockingly sighing. “Gosh, I always knew you Sugg’s were impatient.”

A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 8

“Today’s my birthday.” I remark casually as the tailor is measuring the width of my shoulders, which are probably the broadest part of my body.

Prince Lotor is dressed in his royal finery again as he carefully observes me being fitted for my own. His top half of his hair is pulled up, away from his face, so his eyes are wide and easily visible when they shine curiously. “Birth day?” He asks, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed where he’s perched in a way that’s somehow both childlike and refined. “I’m to assume that’s the day… in which you were born, my Blue Prince?”

There’s tape wrapping around my chest as the tailor apathetically instructs that I lift my arms, adding a surprising ‘your highness’ to the end of his statement. I smile and nod, arms lifted. “It carries significance back on earth. You’re supposed to party, eat cake and be with your friends and family. It’s pretty lit. And my birthday is today. I… I’m used to spending it with my family.” My expression falters slightly. It’s enough to catch his attention and the impact is big, immediate. It makes me feel so cherished. It gives me a rush that it shouldn’t and it shouldn’t and that’s what makes my blood run faster. Prince Lotor just seems like a guy who would be fun to fuck with. How bad is that, really?

He grasps at the royal blue comforter in his lap, pawing at it nervously, not unlike a cat seeking comfort. His sharp teeth knead his lip and his eyes get glossier, elvish ears dipping downwards and the tense in his shoulders is noticeable. “I apologize, my Blue Prince, for not asking about your day of birth sooner! I could’ve made you an extravagant party, with the best cake food and - and - ”

“Oh, it’s fine, I guess.” I can’t help but feign a sigh. “I can go one year without celebrating the day I was brought into the world. It’s… not that important, right, Princey?” He immediately looks a wreck at my implications and paws harder at the bed. Christ, I can do this? I have this amount of control here? Back on the castle, the only person I could ever make cry was myself. Power is quickly flooding to my head, but damn, after months of mood swings and misery, I’ll do anything to erase those feelings from my skull, even if I’m doing something wrong.

“Of course not! You are the most precious thing in the universe to me, Blue Prince,” he pulls himself closer to the edge of the bed in my direction, “without you, I’m so alone and miserable. I love you, adore you, worship you, with all of my heart and soul, L- Lance.”

Vaguely, I wonder how long he was keeping a tab on me to have developed feelings so passionate, or maybe Lotor’s just a sucker desperately seeking companionship. Perhaps, it’s both. I know he’s sweet. He’s genuine and his mouth quivers around straight edged, sharp teeth that should scare me, but… it’s all about an advantage. The upper hand. My eye, still swollen shut, throbs at the memory of Keith’s knuckles. I’ve never had an upper hand physically. But, just how easily how I pin someone down emotionally? I know, I’m still dependent on him, I’m still weak, maybe we’re both just playing deceitful mind games, seeing which one cracks first, but that’s fucking exhilarating in a way that Voltron has never been for me.

Blue, she believed so deeply that he was just luring me in when I was at my lowest possible point, when I was my weakest, but maybe she’s all wrong, those ideas she’s been planting in my head dead end theories with nothing sound. Was it fate? That captured me when I couldn’t say no, when I was too weak to, and lead me all the way here? We were both weak. But, one of us can become strong, right? There must be order in this relationship of ours. A… pet and a master? It’s demented, I know, but intrusive thoughts of Princey sitting obediently at my side, giving me the constant validation I crave, feeding me his relentless, undying, loyal love endlessly. Love is probably the strongest feeling a person can ever have. And I could use it to my benefit?

I shake my head quickly. No, no, no, I need to keep those thoughts away. Lotor, he took me in when I was no longer accepted in a place that was supposed to have me unconditionally, he trusts me deeply and looks at me like I’m the only sun that illuminates a cold world. And, his shiny eyes, white hair, loyalty, those are the things that draw me to him. We’re surviving off of each other. But… is this thing love? Maybe I’m just dependent. Maybe I’m subconsciously drawn to that praise that is addicting. Maybe we’re addicted to what we give each other. Maybe one of us will end up over dosing on separate drugs.

There’s a dark wanting, an evil thing inside me that’s screaming that I’ve been pulled under the water by the chains of my insecurities too long. It tells me to take control. It tells me I’m powerful.

“Love you too, Princey.” I respond sweetly as the tailor claims to be finished and vanishes with my measurements. “And you will always love me?”

“Indefinitely! You… are an exquisite gem, darling. I would give you the entire universe if I could.” Lotor stands and ears closer to me, looking lovely, and I’m contact starved, so I think about all the ways I could suck him dry as I drag my fingers through his hair and pull his lips into mine.

Most of the day passes uneventfully and the tailor informs us that my wardrobe will be finished within a few quintents, days to me. I eat, a lot, mostly because I’ve been missing Earth food so freaking bad, and Lotor just seems to never run out. Cake, burritos, steak, cookie dough, he’s been making a list of every food I’ve mentioned so that I could eat until I burst, which I’m trying to accomplish. I also shower and wear more of his clothes, which smell very distinctly of something fruity and winter fresh - ish.

At the end of the day, he eagerly leads me back to our bedroom, where a present box wrapped in reflective blue paper sits peacefully on the perfectly made bed. I melt at the gesture.

“Aw, Lotor,” I coo, sliding my arms around his waist in a lazy hug, “you didn’t have to!”

“Indeed, I didn’t!” He claims excitedly, moving towards the bed after returning my hug with enthusiasm even Coran would have trouble matching. “However, not only is it your birthday, but I simply wanted to give you a gift! You should have one every single day, in fact.”

That’s so sweet. So… obsessive. I’m baked from his obsession with me and it’s beautiful and exhausting. “Too sweet.” I say, walking over to the box and pulling on the neatly tied pink bow atop. “Too pure, Princey. Too good for me.” It unravels and I tear at the wrapping paper.

“Untrue, my gorgeous Blue Prince,” he gushes, standing at my side expectantly, “for I believe you are the one who is to good for me. Your beauty rivals no other, your personality is a personal gift to anyone you grace with your presence, your eyes a color of blue so bright, all of Earth’s skies, oceans and blueberry pies pale in comparison.”

I sputter at the thoughtful, yet slightly kiddish ending to his statement. “Blueberry pies, huh?” I flip the box over gently to tear off the rest of the paper, excitement flooding my veins, practically bursting. “You’re so adorable, Princey. Actually, I could really go for a blueberry pie about now…” I fade into a mumble as I look at the fine, decorated jeweler box now before me.

“Open it, Lance!” He urges. It fills me with a strange, fuzzy warmth to hear him say my name. “Please, tell me if you do not like it. I will immediately find you a more suitable present.”

I lift the box open with stuttering fingers and my eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. I knew Lotor was royalty and stuff but… Jesus H. Christ on a unicycle, to put it lightly. I shift for a second, thinking about how my Mama would slap the Cuban out of me if she knew how many times I’d used the lords name in vain. Today. I miss her, but I can’t think about her very well when I have the shiniest gold necklace I’ve ever seen in front of me.

It’s easily beautiful, with intricate loops and a small network of gold lace that leads to a center piece, a big, blue gem surrounded by more delicate gold designs to hold it in place. “It’s… holy fuck, Lotor, it’s so pretty. I’ve never…” My heart gives a strong, hard thump against my ribcage. I swallow down the flood of emotions even as tears are rushing to my eyes. “No one’s ever given me anything this nice before.”

“I don’t see how any wise creature could look into your eyes and not fall victim, give everything they own and more to you, just for one smile.” Prince Lotor says in a soft voice, close to my ear. “The universe… it’s so big, dark, empty, full of fear and the unknown. I’ve been afraid of the place I’ve been taught to rule for so many years, but you make it all so bright. I’d give anything for this feeling I have with you to never go away. I…” he swallows hard, I can hear it. “I would go crazy without you by me. I’ll do anything if you’ll just stay.”

Here, I know. None of this is real, right here I know, we’re poison running through each other’s life. Because I’m not stupid. I’m not blind. However, I’m human and dude just gave me a golden necklace that could make me rich on Earth, fed me until I couldn’t see straight, and told me I could live happily forever if I’ll just stay with him. That’s a pretty good deal on its own and maybe happily ever after might be achieved if something dark and ugly wasn’t eating up my insides. The average human will feel greed all throughout their lives, in small doses. The black sheep in the herd will feel it all at once and it will be all consuming, uncontrollable.

And I’ve never been a greedy boy, until now, when I could hold a prince in the palm of my hand and he’s offering his free will to me on a silver platter.

“Anything and everything,” I correct as he clicks the necklace around my throat, riches resting against my pulse, “because you’ll give me everything, right?”

“R - right, darling.”

A sinister smile I didn’t know that I owned stretches from one end of my cheek to the other because won’t Voltron appreciate a Blue Prince now? Will they sob at the mention of my name, mourning over the loss of me, aching sorrow filling them, stinging regret, the feeling of being useless, just like how I felt? Will they kneel at my feet, begging me to come back when I never will?

There is a new order arising. The odds are in my favor. And it’s only a matter of time until I’m like a… King, around here. I touch the jewel around my neck before knotting my fists in his hair and reeling him down to eye level, so he understands too, who is in charge here.

I’d very much like everything, Princey.”

Chapter 9:

Special (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: Hey guyss!! Yay a Cas oneee, a jealous Cas one in fact. I kinda enjoyed writing it so I hope you guys will too!!😊 Enjoy!!!

Request: Hello! Could you write an imagine where castiel sees you grooming another angels wings and he gets insanely jealous and you ask why and he explains how intimate grooming an angels wings are? I would love if so much!

You were lying in bed, reading a book Sam got you when you heard the sound of fluttering wings. Ignoring the sound, you continued reading your book, knowing who it was.

“A guest appears and you don’t even bother acknowledging him? Rude much?”

“Well, Gabriel, for starters, you’re the one who appeared in my room without any invitation,” you countered.

“Touché,” Gabriel said as he plopped down at the end of your bed.

Sighing, you put your book down. “What do you want?”

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Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos)

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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Terrible Things (Dick Grayson X Reader)

 Song story for “Terrible Things” By: Mayday Parade

Schninner: Okay guys, first song imagine thing, so I apologize if this is no good. This is also not requested, I listened to the song and I thought, “How can I make this even more heartbreaking?” XD

Tagging @the-singing-canary​ and the angst queen @maruthor​ as well as @preppygothica​  @angstytodd@batlog@cuddles-for-cassie

(The “reader” is female)

Key: [F/F] Favorite Flower [N/N] Nick name [H/T] Hair type

Warnings: swearing, angst, and deathlyness

Word count: 2492

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By the time I was your age, I’d give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That’s when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I’d ever seen

Dick Grayson let his eyes wander across the cafe as he waited for his coffee. His rubbed his sleep deprived blue eyes and let out a loud yawn, running his fingers through his dirty raven black hair. He was a hot mess, with his greasy hair, messy and ripped jeans, and wearing a shirt that was two sizes too large.

He groggily scratched his stubbled chin as he quickly observed each new and unfamiliar face, and froze when he saw yours. You were seated at a booth, a cup of coffee in one hand, and your other dancing across the keyboard of your laptop. Your [H/C] hair was tied up in a messy bun with your [E/C] eyes staring intensely at your screen. His breath hitched as he took in your appearance. You were perfect.

He watched you as you leaned back in your seat, rubbing your own bags from under your eyes and bringing the coffee to your lips, and raising your eyes to meet his.  He quickly turned around, his cheeks flushed to a bright crimson, while his heart thumped quickly. He swore softly under his breath.

How long had he been staring?

That’s when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, he turned around, only to find himself in the presence of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She said, “Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I can’t help but notice, you’re staring at me.
I know I shouldn’t say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me.”
Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things.

You had an atmosphere of confidence around you, with a sly smile on your face, you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

“[F/N] [L/N], now, it’s been wonderful having someone good looking as your self-checking me out, but what if we got to know each other a little better?”

His eyes widened as he became all too aware of how much of a mess he was. But he managed to talk in semi-complete sentences.

“Richard- err- Dick Grayson, and I, um, you know, there’s a possibility, err- I’m interested. “

Your smile only seemed to grow larger at his flustered behavior.

“Great! Can I see your phone?”

“My… Phone…?” he questioned slowly pulling out his cellular device

You rolled your eyes, “For my number? So we can, ya know, make a date?”

“Right! Of course!” he said a bit to eagerly. He silently cursed himself as he watched you punched your number in his phone. You handed it back to him, “Great! Well, I’ll be talking to you soon ‘Dick Grayson.’”

His eyes trailed after you, observing your every movement at you picked up you bag and walked out of the coffee.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, never in his whole life had he been so sure, that he was in love.

Now, most of the time we’d have too much to drink
And we’d laugh at the stars and we’d share everything
Too young to notice, and too dumb to care
Love was a story that couldn’t compare.

The night was cool and crisp, the summer breeze kissing your cheeks as cries of laughter silenced the singing crickets.

“Dick!” You shrieked, squirming in your boyfriend’s arms. “Unhand me you fiend!”

You kicked your legs in the air, giggling uncontrollably.

Dick nuzzled his face into your [H/T] [H/C] his deep and jovial voice ringing in your ear, “Now, why would I do that?”

His warm arms hugging your elevated body even closer to him.

You dramatically puffed your cheeks out into a childish pout, sending a chuckle to escape Dick’s lips.

“Well, if you don’t put me down, I’ll-”

Dick lost balance, falling to the ground, and rolling down the hill with you still in his arms. Down you two went, descending on the gently sloping grassy hill until you both van to a stop at the bottom. Dick’s arms still wrapped protectively around you.

The only sound heard was your heavy breathing, that is until you filled the silence with amused laughter.

You rolled off of your boyfriend, clutching your stomach as the fits of giggles continued.

“Great job there Romeo!” you managed to tell him between breaths.

Dick blushed bright pink, and laughed along.

Hours passed by, you two laughing, pointing at the stars, and making up constellations. peaceful silence settled on both of you, when you decide to Roll over on top of your boyfriend.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t shake you off. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed in thought as you gently began to play with the ends of his raven black hair.

“Everything alright [F/N]?” he asked, concern filling his voice.

“Yes, it’s just that- I kinda - you know- what I’m trying to say is-” you heaved a large and anxious sigh, hesitantly pulling your hand away from his hair.

“I love you. I love you Dick Grayson.”

Dick’s eyes grew in shock at the sudden confession, he your words sink in, warming him up from head to toe, before answering with a cocky grin on his face.

“Well, that’s good,” he stated, gaining a raised eyebrow from you.

He quickly lifted his head, sealing your lips with his in a long breathless kiss.

“Cause I love you too.”

I said, “Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I made you a present with paper and string.
Open with care now, I’m asking you, please.
You know that I love you, will you marry me?”

It had been several years since you and Dick had started seeing each other, every year having its ups and downs, but you two had always managed to make things right again.

This, to say the least, was probably not one of your highest points.

Dick had angrily left your shared apartment, with you cursing his name, sending bitter words his way.

That night you saw him on the news, watched as he, as Nightwing, took on several assailants at once, leaving him broken and scarred, but he would not back down.

You held your breathe, and sobbed as you watched as he was tossed aside like a rag doll, cursing your sf for being so harsh to him before.

Batman and Robin, along with Red Robin and Red Hood showed up at the scene before any mortal injury could be done to your Night wing.

You turned the TV off and waited with baited breatge1, watching the front door for any sign of movement. Several hours passed before the door opened up to Dick in his civilian clothes. With his arm in a sling and several cuts and bruises across his face.

In a heartbeat, without thinking, you leapt up and ran to him, embracing your boyfriend tightly while sobbing.

“Ow ow ow ow! Broken Ribs! Broken Ribs!” he groaned, inhaling sharply at the sudden burst of pain.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, loosening your hold on the vigilante, but still keeping him in your arms, “I’m so sorry Dick, I didn’t mean what I said, and when you were out their fighting today, I thought- I thought…”

You trailed off, with new sobs reaching your throat.

Dick hushed you, while stroking your [H/C] hair with his good hand. “Hey, it’s okay! I’m alive and breathing! Besides, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You looked up from his chest to those azure eyes that you loved oh so much.

“I love you.” you told him, your eyes wet and puffy from crying.

“I love you to [F/N],” he said, a sudden look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he were debating something.

“Ahh, what the hell.” he said, carefully breaking the embrace and kneeling to the ground.

“Dick, what are you-” You gasped once you saw what he was awkwardly fumbling for. A small black box.

“Oh my gosh!” you breathlessly exclaimed, holding your hands up to you face as Dick managed to open up the box with his only available hand. A gold ring with pale [F/C] diamonds sat on a red cushion.

“[F/N], I love you, and can’t imagine my life without you in it, so,” he swallowed hard, beads of nervous sweat appeared on his brow, “I guess what I’m trying to ask you, is… Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you said, kneeling down in front of him so he wouldn’t strain himself more than he already had. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you held his in your hands, pulling him into many breathless kisses.

Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things
You’ll learn, one day, I’ll hope and I’ll pray,
That God shows you differently.

Several more years passed by in a blink of an eye. You were now Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, with a quaint, but nice condo with plans to start a family of your very own. And that’s when the migraines came. They started off as small headaches, but gradually became more frequent and painful. You had dismissed them, not bothering to tell Dick, no need for him to get worried over nothing, right?


Dick had noticed your frequent use of ibuprofen and the constant rubbing of your temples with an agonized expression.

He sat next to you on your couch, where you had sat to save yourself from passing out, the pain was just that unbearable. He gently wrapped his large arms around your body, hugging you close to him. You melted into his embrace, burrowing your head into the crook of his arm.

“Your hurting, aren’t you?” He softly said into your hair.

You nodded your head slowly with your eyes still closed, letting out a quite whimper, “yes.”

“It’s okay,” He said kissing your head, “We’re going to go get help, bring you to a doctor, and they’re going to fix you right up.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at your husband, nodding your head, “Your right, I’ll be as good as new.”

But of course, you were both wrong.

She said, “Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing?
It seems that I’m sick and I’ve only got weeks.
Please, don’t be sad now, I really believe,
You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

A Brain tumor.

That’s what the doctor had said you nearly 7 months ago. Surgery was out of the question; it was much too large for that. They had told you that the only thing they could do for you, was give you medication for the pain.

“Two more weeks”

The dreadful words bounced through Dick’s mind. You two had gone in for your monthly check up, only to find that the tumor was growing at alarming rate, so much so, that you only had about 1 or 2 weeks at best, until you were gone.

“I’ll let you two talk it out, please, take all the time you need.” The doctor said with gentle kindness, leaving the room to you and your husband.

Two weeks.

Tears shot into Dick’s eyes, as he pulled you into a bear hug. Two weeks was not enough, you two were supposed to grow old together, start a family, you were supposed to live together. But all of that was gone.

“Hey, it’ okay.” You said, rubbing his back with one hand while stroking his hair with the other. “We’ll make it through this, just like we always do.”

How?!” Dick exclaimed, anger suddenly raising in his voice, “You heard what the doctor said, 1 week, two at best. And then all of this,” he gestured to their surroundings “it’s all over! It’s almost as if it were for nothing!”

He was pissed, not at you, but at the world, at fate, at himself because he couldn’t do a damn thing to help you! All he could do was sit and watch as you slowly whither away.

“Hey,” you calmly said, placing your palms on either side of his face, “don’t say that, don’t say that we were meant for nothing.” your voice cracking as your calm and collective mask disappearing and large tears welling in your eyes. “This was no mistake. Because You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, “the only thing I regret is putting you through all this.”

New tears emerged to replace the old ones. “I’m sorry Dick!”

Dick’s heart sunk, in his chest as he watched the tears stream down your face, he reached out and brushed the ears from your face, before pulling you close.

“No [F/N], I’m sorry.” He squeezed you tightly, breathing in your scent, “I never regret meeting you, or falling in love with you, you made my life worth living.”

“I love you,” You heaved into his chest, clutching tightly to his biceps.

Tears fell from his eyes onto your hair, “I love you too.”

Slow, so slow I fell to the ground on my knees.

The cool crisp fall air caressed Dick’s cheek as he stood in front of your headstone.  


Just like that.

Barely made it a week before you drifted off in your sleep.

“Hey, [N/N], I-I brought you something.” His voice cracking with emotion.

“They’re [F/F],” He said shakily, “Your favorite, and I cleaned out the house to today.” HIs hand shook as he reached into his pocket, “I found-” He sniffed and let out a short chuckle, unfolding the photograph. “It’s a picture of us on our wedding day,” tears were streaming down his face as new sobs raked through his body, he pointed a cold finger at the image of you, you two were shoving cake into each other’s face.

“Y-you had smeared it all in my hair, I was washing frosting out for nearly a week-” a cry escaped his lips, shaking his body and sending him crashing to the cold ground. He clawed at the ground, his chest heaved and filled with sorrow.

“I can’t!” he wailed.

“I can’t do this anymore!’

So don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose
If you’re given the choice, then I beg you to choose
To walk away, walk away, don’t let her get you.
I can’t bear to see the same happen to you.

“I need you here, with me. I can’t go on without you!” Tears splattered to the ground.

“Please [F/N], I miss you.”

Now, son, I’m only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things

Will you move in with me?

The story of how Isak and Even decided that they should move in together Enjoy <3

Note: This was supposed to be a drabble but it became so much longer than I intended because…..I just couldn’t stop bloody writing. I really hope you guys enjoy this and it makes you smile.

Even looked down at the golden haired angel sleeping peacefully in his arms. Isak’s head was pressed against Even’s heart and he could feel his warm breath tickling his neck. Even sighed and caressed Isak’s soft pink cheek. They were both wrapped in a blanket with Isak’s laptop sitting neglected on the corner of the bed. They were in the middle of watching a Nicholas Cage film Isak insisted was “absolutely iconic. The master of film Even I mean it!” before he fell asleep after the first 15 minutes of the movie.

He chuckled lightly, knowing Isak could feel his heart beating against his cheek in his dreams. The thought made Even’s body tingle with warmth from the tips of his toes. As he gazed down at the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on, Even knew that every single thing he was holding in his arms right now was everything that mattered the most to him. Isak was, is, always will be for eternity, everything to Even. His arms wrapped tighter around his sleeping beauty, the world disappearing around him when it dawned on him just how much Isak meant, how much he will always mean.

He continued to stare down at the man of his dreams as Isak made a little sleepy whimper. Even grinned and could not resist it any more. Slowly and gently he leant down and pressed a small tender kiss in between Isak’s eyebrows.

Just like magic Isak moaned himself awake, his arms reaching up to wrap themselves around Even’s neck before he even opened his eyes.

“Even” he sighed as he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful boy’s face hovering above him, only inches from his.

“mmm yes beautiful?” he replied, kissing the tip of Isak’s nose, making him giggle.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide as he struggled to sit up in Even’s long arms that refused to let him go.

“oh shit did I fall asleep during the movie?”

Even smiled “yes and I was thankful because it was so much more entertaining”

Isak rolled his eyes. “Ah shut up film snob” he said, finally managing to sit up comfortably, pressed against Even’s chest, arms still wrapped tightly around his small body.

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Charles Xavier x Mutant!Reader
Word Count: 1030
Warnings: Angst, tiny bit of smut, jerk move by Charles

A/N: Never wrote x-men before. This is the day when writing Avengers didn’t quite cut it for me…

Originally posted by xgijames

Laying in the safety of your bed, you let the tears you have been holding back all day finally fall. You bury your face in your pillow, trying to keep the sobs quiet. Being a mutant was hard enough without everyone near you thinking you’re a basket case. Most of the students were much younger than you and they didn’t even know what you’re power was. Charles knew. Logan figured it out after a particular amusing incident involving a lamp shade. But you remained a mystery to everyone else.

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