and sorry that it ended up being that short

Second Thoughts

OK I caved, I’m posting the short story i wrote sometime in my senior year of highschool, so DONT JUDGE IT TOO HARD ITS TWO YEARS OLD ITS NOT GREAT

also i totally rushed the ending bc i probably submitted it like ten mins before it was due coughs

Its basically abt, me, and my ad demon Obi Zalantza, on a train outta the city.
(its basically an AD fanfic but i couldnt say that bc it was a school project im sorry for being unoriginal and PLAGARISMING (i mean….not really…. but you know what i mean,,,)

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smh and sneezing

this is a weird thing to headcanon probably but i have a cold and i keep sneezing and that made me think about different types of sneezing

  • jack: has an adorable sneeze, the kind that makes every single person near him go “oh my god, that was so cute!”. nobody expects that high-pitched “cheww!” sound to come from jack, but it does.
  • bitty: the quietest sneeze. people often don’t even realize he was sneezing; just “why did you randomly cover your face for a moment”
  • shitty: his sneeze sounds strangely like “uh-BRAH!”. how??? it is a mystery
  • lardo: the loudest sneeze. she’s the kind of person who shouts when she sneezes, and gets annoyed looks from everyone in the library.
  • holster: always sneezes in threes, but there’s a longer time than usual between his sneezes, so he always gets “bless you”’s for every sneeze and it’s awkward.
  • ransom: always has really long buildup to his sneezes, often he thinks it was a false alarm, but then the sneeze comes with no warning. “[moments of silence while he stares up at the ceiling but nothing happens]….sorry, i thought i had to snee-CHOO”
  • nursey: somehow always manages to be taking a sip of something when he sneezes, causing his drink to squirt out of his nose. it’s awful.
  • dex: nobody has ever seen him sneeze, but rumor has it his sneezes are legendary. every now and then a clip of strange sound will circulate with someone claiming it is a Dex Sneeze, and usually ends up being exposed as a hoax. can dex even sneeze? are they real? i want to believe.
  • chowder: really shorts sneezes, but really many of them..his record is 15 in a row
  • tango: always has those really excessive buildups, like “uh-uh-uh-uuuuh-CHOO!”
  • whiskey: somehow remains straight faced through his entire sneeze. seriously, he doesn’t even close his eyes. it’s weird.
Part 3 of Lachesism! Lance

that’s right guys, there’s a part 3. I can’t believe how much support this has been getting, thank you guys! You’re all so nice ❤❤

You can read Part One here and Part Two here

check out some of my other minifics here

Enjoy!


 “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”

Lance fled the room, angrily wiping his face as he ran, searching for the comfort of his lion. He ignored the calls of his teammates, ignored the feelings of fear, regret and pity that radiated off of them. 

He ignored everything but the purrs of his lion.

Lance understood why Blue had let them in, she hadn’t wanted him to keep his powers a secret in the first place. Blue was just worried (understandably, he was learning how to make emotions into solid objects) and he could never angry at her for long. Once he reached his hangar, he locked it for good measure and changed the password for good measure, before finally taking a deep breath of air and staring at his lion.  

“Well that was certainly a shit show, right Blue?” Lance laughed breathlessly, a slight tremor in his voice. He began walking over to her, placing a hand on her paw once he reached her. “It didn’t exactly go how I thought it would.” Blue hummed her agreement in his mind, comforting his anxious thoughts. A slight smile graced his face before changing into a grimace.

“But…to be honest Blue, I never thought they’d be angry at me. I knew they’d be upset but that pissed,” Lance let out a sigh,”It was a little much.” Sensing her paladins discomfort, Blue opened her mouth and let Lance inside. He made his way through his lion slowly, gliding a hand across the wall as he walked. “It hurt, Blue. It hurt a lot. They looked so, so afraid of me.” He paused for a moment, his fingers slowly curling into a fist. He could still feel the emotions rolling off his teammates like waves, each beckoning him to take a dive into the abyss that was feelings.  “A-Am I scary Blue? …Am I monster?”

No, my paladin, you are no monster.

“Then what am I Blue? I’m not a hero, I’m not a Paladin of Voltron, and I’m not even sure I’m completely human at this point!” Lance cried out, sliding down against the wall. “T-These powers Blue, what do they mean?” He began to curl into himself, tears on the brink of falling out. He shoved the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to stop the tears from overflowing. The negative emotions he usually kept on lockdown were drowning him, they were clawing up his throat and bubbling out as harsh sobs. “What am I?”

You are my paladin, the Blue lion spoke, her words wrapping around Lance’s mind like a blanket, protecting him from the negative emotions in him. You are precious, you are unique and you are wonderful. Blue tried to focus all the love she had for her paladin into her words, sending him as much warmth as she could.

Lance refused to believe her and Blue fought to keep that blanket around him, tightening its bounds around his mind. You are my paladin. 

“You deserve better than me Blue.” The coils grew tighter, dark matter beginning to form around Lance. You are my paladin. 

“Blue…” 

She could hear the shouts of her paladin’s teammates from within her hangar, each shouting for Lance. But her paladin needed rest, he needed these negative emotions gone from his mind so he could be happy. She would heal him. She would protect him. She would be there for her paladin like he was there for her. Sending a quick sorry to Black, Blue protected her paladin the best way she could. You are my cub. 

All Lance could see was black.


“Are you an idiot?! Who says that to the obviously emotionally unstable guy?” Pidge shouted, “Who gave you the right to speak to him that way? Tell me Keith, who?”

“That’s enough Pidge,” Shiro chided.

“Um excuse me? Keith just made a magical Lance who could do some crazy things have a mental breakdown and run off!” She yelled. 

“And I’m sorry about that! But what Lance did was wrong and he needed to know that!” Keith argued through clenched teeth. 

“And what you did was wrong as well! We could have that discussion when he wasn’t a fidgety, anxious mess! But nooo, Keith has to open his big fat mouth and ruin-”

“I said that’s enough Pidge,” Shiro interrupted, “Pidge is correct Keith, you shouldn’t have said that. But Lance also shouldn’t have done what he did, however that did not need to be discussed yet.” Keith looked away angrily, a frown set on his face.  

Shiro sighed, deciding to let him be for now,”Hunk, do you and Pidge want to go check on Lance? I need to talk to Allura about what just happened.” All he got was a nod in response before the two walked out of the room in silence, Pidge sending a glare on their way out. 

Once the room was empty Shiro sent one last glance at Keith,”You’re going to have to apologize for what happened.”

“I know.”

“Because it wasn’t right.”

“I know.”

“And you need to learn-”

“I know Shiro, god,” Keith growled.

“Fine, be that way, but I expect an apology for Lance when I return. You disappointed me today Keith, you’re better than this.” He left it at that before exiting the room, hearing Keith sigh on his way out. 

His entire head was going to be white by the end of today.


ahh sorry it’s a bit short guys! if i wrote anymore it would end up being 3k words :) , hope you liked it though!

Unpopular Hetalia Opinion: Violent RusAme

I know well RusAme is commonly known for Cold War, and often first things that come to mind when thinking about Cold War is hatred, sarcasm, and violence.

And that’s why it’s no wonder many RusAme canonverse fanfictions that’s based on history contains violence, ranging from verbal sarcasms to actual punching / shooting that’s very bloody and violent.

Seems reasonable. Cold War -> Hate and Rivalry ->  Violence. Easy to think.

But I just find it’s kind of exaggerating to “personify” Cold War as two men exchanging blows / bullets directly. Because direct combat between USA and USSR actually never officially happened. It’s more like lots of verbal threats and provoking other people to attack the other, but never directly make a move. Because making the first direct attack in the Cold War would make one of them (USA or USSR) as the “villain”.

And frankly speaking, USA and USSR were both superpower nations that were very cautious in their move, which explains why Cold War went on for decades without actually growed to the actual direct war between USA and USSR like Axis vs Allies in WW2.

True, there were few instances of indirect wars that made USA and USSR soldiers to oppose each other, but like I said before, it’s indirect as in they support opposing sides but not directly attack each other, like in Korean and Vietnam war. In other instances like Polar Bear Expedition, England tricked USA soldiers to make them end up facing Bolshevik’s soldiers which was not their original purpose being there, which made USA troops’ morale down and making it one of reasons that made the expedition failed. In short, yes they might be throwing few punches there but it’s all within indirect context like ‘you punched my friend so i’ll punch you’ or ‘sorry i was tricked by others to be here, i’m just defending myself here’ not just a mere shallow ‘you irritate me that’s why I punched you’.

So it just makes me think those over violent fighting portrayal between USA and USSR for Cold War in numerous hetalia fanworks are too exaggerating, since most of them were done in a mere shallow context of ‘you insulted me so i’ll punch you’. Lots of propaganda, threats, insults, yes. But actual direct punching / shooting until they’re badly bruised and bloody? I think that’s too unrealistic historically. Maybe a few punches here and there in the few indirect context I explained in previous paragraph but never directly.

Even in hetalia, Hima only draws Ivan and Alfred to be bickering and throwing insults / sarcasms at best, but never actually fighting by fists / guns.

They don’t even touch each other in those scenes. 

And before you drag these scenes to tell me I’m wrong that hima did portray them actually fighting:

I’m just gonna say, those are just AU and not the actual canonverse world, which doesn’t follow any historical facts at all.

Lastly, I understand that exaggeration sometimes is needed in writing fiction (even fiction that’s based on facts such as hetalia), to make the story spicier and more interesting. But still, it’s an exaggeration nonetheless and I just want that point to come across this part of fandom that loves portraying Cold War RusAme as an actual instinctive physical brawl fighting instead of intelligent calculating mind games like it actually was. 

Well, This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: hi, i’m completely obsessed with your writing! i had this idea and its super weird, (sorry) but if you’re cool with it, i was thinking of a reader insert where she invites him to stay the night and they both fall asleep on her bed and he wakes up with morning wood. super awkward and funny. you could throw in some fluff or smut, whatever you think works best.

A/N: SO A lot of you wanted smut with this one! I decided to do both fluff and smut. Enjoy this lovely short piece!

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Warnings: Jug gets a boner. Light Smut. Mostly Grinding/Dry humping. Oops Sorry for less sin than you asked for I’m lazy right now.

Well This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

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Sleepless night (Shawn Mendes)

I loved writing this cosy imagine with Shawn x Sorry it’s short tho. Like realllyyy

Requests are open! 

Request:  Can you do one where it’s late and y/n can’t sleep and she’s really needy and all she wants is shawn to cuddle her but he’s trying to sleep and first he gets aggravated that she’s awake but ends up being very sweet? ❤️

Second part

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I felt cold at night, not only because of the fight I had with Shawn, but because his body was so close to mine but yet so far away. He wasn’t wrapping his arms around my waist like he always did. I was hoping to feel him move closer during my sleepless night but he snored gently on his side of the bed. Turning to the other side I faced our window. Where tiny droplets of rain raiced down. Looking at the window I again remembered our fight we had. Him yelling at me while holding his guitar. I accidently ripped one of the strings and he got really mad about it.  Squeezing my eyes together, attempting to hold back the tears, as I stayed cuddled under the blankets, trying not to wake Shawn. Part of me wished he would wake up and pull me closer to him while the other part was scared that he would be even more mad at me than before. I turn around facing Shawn. My eyes trailed up and down his sleeping angelic face. Quiet sigh leaving my mouth. His eyes flutter open making me quickly shut my eyes yet again. Long sigh escaping his mouth when his hand touched my wet face. I held my breath when Shawn rolled over to me, his hot breath tickling my neck. Muscles flexing when both of his arms instantly traveled around my waist locking around it. His lips leaving a small kiss on my neck then his head burying in it. “Shh” he whispered, his sleepy voice mixing with the sounds of rain. “I’ll help you sleep” quiet hum leaving his mouth making my eyelids heavier with each second as I fell asleep protected and loved in his arms.

Being Sam and Dean’s little sister would include...
  • A new definition to the term: overprotective.
  • Sibling banter.
  • Learning to drive in the Impala (With a lot of convincing on Sam’s part).
  • Weekly training sessions.
  • Dean holding back when you’re sparring.
  • Dean not holding back when you kick his ass.
  • Being a better shot than your brothers and them not wanting to talk about it. They deny it every time.
  • Sam always helping you with schoolwork.
  • Both of them having a cow when you don’t make curfew.
  • Research is your punishment.
  • Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who has to sleep on the crappy motel room couch (Usually Dean).
  • Being on the receiving end of Sam Winchester Bitch Stares.
  • Nerding out with Sam.
  • Trying to introduce more modern music to Dean.
  • Eye rolls from Dean. 
  • You and your brothers still using the “super secret” handshake that you made up as a kid.
  • “We’re just trying to protect you.”
  • Being left behind on hunts.
  • Following them anyway. After all, you are the better shot.
  • Saving their sorry asses.
  • Dean yelling at you for following them.
  • Stitching one another up.
  • Your fights always end in a hug because they just can’t fathom the thought of losing you.
  • Pet Names (Such as: Short-Stuff, Kiddo, Sweetheart, and Pain in the Ass)
  • Pretending to be asleep so they carry you.
  • “Jerk!” “Bitch!” “You’re both dicks. Now shut up!”
  • Brothers who are also your best friends.
  • Knowing that there are two people in the world who you can always trust and who would do absolutely anything for you.
  • You would do absolutely anything for them.
Why Me? Part 2 (Reggie x Reader)

A/N: Sorry it’s short but it was always just a dabble so I didn’t plan on making it two parts. But I really liked how it turned out.

You leaned against Reggie’s car waiting for him to be done with football. Your anger was now fuel from what the girls had told you minutes before. Being alone for this little time made you rethink everything that had happened between the two of you over the course of the last few months. All of the hook ups and late night talks were now going to come to an end. It made you sad to think about but if Reggie was okay with this whole book thing you knew you couldn’t be with him. You weren’t going to be with a guy that thought girls were pretty little objects for them to use.

“Hey, didn’t know that we were hanging out today” Reggie said he walked up to his car.  He looked tired, sweat was still running down his forehead.

“We aren’t”

“Then why are you leaning against my car for?” He asked confused. If there was one thing about Reggie that he didn’t fully get was people’s emotions. He didn’t’ know how to read or express them. Anyone that walked by the two of you right now could tell that you were pissed but Reggie couldn’t.

“We need to talk”

“About? Can’t you come over later?” You rolled your eyes at him, he just couldn’t get it.

“NO! There’s isn’t going to be later Reggie. This” You said waving your hand between you both “Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s not going to happen again. I ain’t going to be that girl”

“What are you getting on with?” He asked as stood in front of you. His figure was way taller than yours but a height difference wasn’t going to stop you. “What do you mean by that girl”

“You don’t get” You yelled “I’m not going to be a toy, Reggie. I’m a person with feelings, not something you can use when you’re getting bored with your stupid life” Your face was clearly red from anger and tears weren’t falling like you thought they would. There were so many feelings inside of you right now you couldn’t explain. Anger was the only thing that you could seem to get out.

“What is wrong with you today? Why do you suddenly think I’m using you as a toy?” Reggie tempter was getting the best of him. You could tell by looking at you that he was getting sick of what you were saying. You just stared at him not speaking waiting to see if it would click in his head.

“So you going to tell me?” Reggie asked breaking the silence that fell between the two of you.

“The book Reggie. The playbook” The second it came out of your mouth you could see the look on Reggie’s face change. It went from annoyed to shocked.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Doesn’t matter Reggie but I hope your ready for what’s to come” With that you grabbed your bag off the ground and started to walk away with a smile on your face. Leaving Reggie standing there trying to process what just happened.

——

“Hey Guys” You said as you walked up along side of the girls.

“Hey Y/N” Betty greeted. “The guys were just called in so they all we do is wait.” 

Most of the student body was gathering into the hallway now, waiting to find out why most of the school star football players were called in. You smiled at the girls around knowing that things were about to change within the school now after what you guys had done. With the creek of the door from the office was sounded everyone looked up. One by one the boys walked out with the principal not far behind them. They all looked mad as they made their way through the crowd, glaring at you and the girls. But one face caught your attention, it was Reggie. He didn’t look mad like the others he looked relieved. He gave a small smile your way as he passed and you happily smiled back knowing that Reggie might be a bad guy but he knew what he did wrong.

Sebastian “Jealous” Stan

Note: I’m sorry if this is kinda short! feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Can you make a imagine where y/n and seb are at a event (or a interview if you want) and she talks and laughs a lot with with a man (choose who you want) and Seb gets all jealous and I would like it to end up with smut but if you prefer with fluff it’s totally fine :)


Being a famous actress was amazing in and of itself. It was your dream ever since you were a little girl to be in a movie that everyone loved and you enjoyed making. You were content with your life. You had an amazing career, you had amazing friends and co-stars, and your boyfriend was the best thing that came from all of it.

Sebastian Stan was your number one fan and you were happy to share this experience with him. He was your date to your movie premiere and you were surprisingly calm. Well, that’s what you thought until you spotted one of your favorite actors here, supporting your movie.

You were standing in front of the movie billboard, letting tons of people take your photo. You posed in a ton of different ways, showing your best smile and angles. Your dress was long and black, a slit along your leg. Sebastian was standing off to the side, smiling at you as he watched. You blushed and held your hand out for Sebastian to take.

Sebastian shyly walked over to you and grabbed your hand momentarily before settling his arm around your waist. “Beautiful couple!” A photographer shouted. You smiled in their direction, turning at a different angle. “Y/N! Sebastian! Over here!” The cameras flashed and shuttered, taking a stream of photos in a split second.

You and Sebastian took a few more photos and you smiled as he pulled you away. You leaned into him and giggled. “I’ll never get used to that.” You said, making Sebastian chuckle. He gave your waist a squeeze, placing a kiss to your head. “You’re a natural, don’t worry.” He said, causing you to blush.

You and Sebastian walked up the red carpet stairs and you gasped when you saw your favorite actor standing off the side talking to another actor. “Is that-no way!” You squealed, causing Sebastian to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

Sebastian’s eyes scanned the area. “Who?” He asked, following your gaze and it landed on Johnny Depp. Another squeal fell from your lips and you were ready to charge after him, but you continued to walk up the stairs.

You were in awe, your smile wider than it’s been all night. Johnny spotted you walking up beside Sebastian and he smiled at you two. “Sebastian! My man.” He said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. You were shocked they knew each other because Sebastian knew how much you looked up to Johnny Depp.

Sebastian shook Johnny’s hand with a tight lipped smile. Johnny turned to you. “Hello, Y/N.” Johnny said in his deep voice, making you giggle like a little girl. “H-hi! I’m a big fan!” You said, letting Johnny take your hand. 

He placed his lips on top of it and you smiled. “I’m a fan of yours, too! Your last movie was amazing, can’t wait for this one.” Johnny said, slowly dropping your hand. You giggled again and Sebastian sighed slightly, casually pulling you closer to him.

You took no notice and continued to talk to Johnny. “I love all of your movies. Your characters are so awesome! Captain Jack Sparrow, Willy Wonka,” You started naming his roles, gasping as you remembered his other one, “The Mad Hatter! Gosh, you played that role so well!” You beamed, making Johnny chuckle. “Thank you.” Johnny said, slicking his hair back with his hands that were littered with vintage rings, his eye traveling along your figure.

Sebastian stood beside you, his jaw clenched as he noticed how Johnny was looking at you. You were laughing and giggling too much to deem acceptable to Sebastian. Your laugh was full and hearty and it made him feel small. He knew nothing would happen, but the way he saw Johnny looking at you made his insides twist and burn with jealousy.

A few more moments passed and you were still talking to Johnny Depp. Sebastian kept sighing and scoffing and you tried to ignore it, but you eventually had to kindly excuse yourself from Johnny.

You pursed your lips and turned to Sebastian, having made your way into the building. “What’s the matter with you?” You asked, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked down at you and rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me? You were basically falling all over him!” Sebastian said, his voice low so he wouldn’t cause a scene. You rolled your eyes like he did and sighed. “I was…excited. You know he’s a huge inspiration to me.” You shrugged lightly, looking at Sebastian.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Yeah but did you really have to make me feel like a failure?” Sebastian asked, making you gasp. “How did I do that?” You questioned, letting your arms fall from their crossed position. “You said he was the best Mad Hatter ever. Now I just feel like I’m held up to a competition with him.” Sebastian said, sadness crossing his features. You frowned at his words.

You didn’t realize just how much you were fawning over Johnny. Sebastian sighed again at the silence between you two. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s waist. “Seb, I didn’t mean it like you didn’t do a great job with that role. You both were amazing. You know I love you. Johnny is just a long time favorite actor. You’re my favorite guy.” You said, feeling Sebastian pull you in closer.

Your head was resting on his chest and he kissed your head. “You really mean that?” Sebastian asked, making you smile. “I do.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Sebastian kissed you back and he smiled against your lips. “I love you, too.” Sebastian said softly, rubbing his hands up and down the small of your back.

You smirked a little. “Were you jealous, by chance?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at Sebastian. He scoffed and his face contorted with denial. “I wasn’t!” Sebastian said, scoffing again. You pulled away and put your hands on your hips, sticking your leg out through the slit. Sebastian’s eyes traveled up your body and he sighed, confirming your question.

“Bet he can’t perform a kick-ass sex scene like me, though.”

Note: I hope you liked it! I love jealous!Seb, omg. feedback is welcome! thanks for the request. .c

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Paradise

[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]

[request: could u do one where we’re dating and we live really close so i sneak out to see him and we just cuddle and stuff? thank you! i really love ur other imagines btw !!]

The warm summer breeze floated through your open window, calming you as you laid on your bed. Midnight was nearing and you were growing restless, considering the fact that you had been home by yourself all day. Sure, you might have floated in the pool and started reading a few new books, but you could only relax for so long. The only thing you knew was that you were bored, and you really missed your boyfriend.

You and Y/C/N had only been dating for a little over a month, and as much as it scared you, you were quickly falling for him. In the short amount of time you had been together you found it hard to be away from him and he was always on your mind. But instead of being reasonable and giving yourself the distance you probably needed, you climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and proceeded to walk downstairs to your front door.

Once you knew you had successfully gotten out of your house, you put on your shoes and began the 10 minute walk to Y/C/N’s house. You were thankful that he lived so close; you loved feeling the soft summer breeze in your hair and hearing the quietness of the neighborhood around you as you walked. You also couldn’t drive even if you wanted to, for your 17th birthday was still a few months away.

Getting lost in your thoughts, you soon found yourself standing in front of Y/C/N’s house. Rather than being a normal person and texting your boyfriend upon your arrival, you instead grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it up towards his bedroom window (you may have missed the first few times but you got the hang of it eventually). Your heart fluttered when you noticed his blinds pull up, revealing the face of Y/C/N. He quickly opended his window, sticking his head out to look down at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You could see him squinting in the dark, and you wanted to slap yourself for immediately thinking about how cute he looked doing so.

“Surprise!” You said quietly, considering the fact that it was the middle of the night.

“Stay there, I’ll let you in.” Y/C/N quickly shut his window and pulled his blinds, disappearing from sight. You couldn’t help but think that he might be mad at you for showing up unannounced (and so late at night), and you began to regret your decision. A few moments later Y/C/N opened the front door to his house, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You couldn’t help but notice his lack of a shirt as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you walked here all by yourself.” He spoke after closing the door behind you. Y/C/N stared at you expectantly as you hesitated to answer.

“I may or may not have walked here by myself.”

He sighed, shaking his head before pulling you to his chest. “It’s too late for you to be walking around by yourself, you could’ve gotten hurt. You know I would’ve come to pick you up if you called me.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he cared so much about your safety. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, resting your head on his bare shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just bored and I couldn’t sleep and I missed you.”

Y/C/N chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press his lips onto yours, a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. You kissed him back slowly, standing on your tippy-toes to reach his height. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and smiling down at you.

“You’re crazy, but I missed you too.” You giggled softly as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, “Now come on, let’s go to bed.” Y/C/N let go of your waist to walk across his room to his closet. You sat on his bed while you waited for him to find you something to wear, watching his muscles flex as he sifted through his clothes.

“Stop checking me out.” He joked, pulling out a large t-shirt of his for you to sleep in.
Your face flushed a dark shade of pink at his comment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. The amount of times Y/C/N had caught you staring was more than embarrassing.

Y/C/N laughed, padding across his room to where you were sitting. He tilted your chin up to look at him, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. Stare all you want, baby; I’m yours, remember?” Your face flushed even more as he teased you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you jokingly pushed him away.

“Shut up,” you whined, and Y/C/N continued to laugh as he left the room to give you privacy to change.

You opened the door when you were finished and Y/C/N’s eyes travelled over your body, fully aware that you were watching. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He muttered, fully intending for you to hear. You blushed (as usual) when he left a lingering kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bed. Once you both got under the covers Y/C/N turned off the lights, submerging the room into darkness. Your heart thudded nervously but excitedly in your chest due to the fact that you had never been this intimate with Y/C/N before.

He laid flat on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You naturally draped one leg over his waist in order to lay comfortably on your side. His free hand fell to grip your bare thigh, and you sighed in content.

Y/C/N nudged your head with his in order to get your attention. You looked up from your spot on his chest only to be met with a pair of lips on your own. You hummed in surprise, reciprocating the kiss as butterflies danced in your stomach.

You quickly got lost in the taste of your boyfriend. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing him for, but you were sure that you never wanted this moment to end. With your body wrapped up in his and the feeling of his lips on yours,

This was paradise.

SORRY this is so short & also for being gone for so long:( but I’m excited to get back into the swing of things! thank you all for being patient & for 700 followers, it means the world :’)

Cliché : Jughead Jones

request: Jughead x reader where you’re two sarcastic buddies and one day in sorta sneaks up on you that the reader might have feelings for him and it ends with him telling the reader when the feeling snuck up on him and it’s just really cute? If any of this makes sense?? 

 requested by: anonymous

A/N: I hope this is everything you wanted. It made sense to me, no worries. Again, this is an IMAGINE, so no hate about me “changing his asexuality.” I fully support that, but as of now on the show, they aren’t portraying that. xx aubree

warnings: none

word count: 550 (it’s short and I’m sorry.)

Y/H/C = your hair color

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

“Jughead!” Y/N yelled for her friends attention, “Stop being an antisocial novelist for two seconds and help me.”

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anonymous asked:

How about the guys reacting to their partner, who's always had long hair, coming home with a stylish short cut? Who would panic at first? XD

Funny, I just got my hair cut today and it’s much shorter than I am used to hehe~ These scenarios aren’t all compliant to your exact request- but hair cuts have happened and the boys all have their own way of reacting. My personal favourite is Ignis because… *sighs dreamily* <3

Tagging: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @hypaalicious, @rubyphilomela, and @the-lucian-archives :D <3


Noctis: Noctis had always liked your long hair. He liked to thread his fingers through your silky locks idly as he played on his phone or listened to you speak. It was a relaxing motion for him, and he absolutely loved the way your hair felt against his fingers. So when you arrived at his apartment one day with a short, stylish bob and a cute front-fringe, Noctis was a little upset.

“Why didn’t you… how could you… you didn’t even tell me!” Noctis cried out, his tone incredulous as he pointed at your new bob. You immediately teared up, thinking that Noctis absolutely hated your new look. You just wanted to try something different. You didn’t think Noctis would outright oppose your new look.

“I’m s-sorry!” you whimpered quietly, wringing your hands in front of you as your eyes misted over. Noctis immediately balked at your reaction to his questions and took a tentative step forward, his arms open and ready to bring you close. He stood apart from you for a few awkward moments as you stood in front of him, extremely upset about Noctis’ adverse reaction to your new haircut.

However, you suddenly felt his familiar touch on your head, threading through your hair pleasurably. Your eyes shot to his deep blue hues, wide in surprise.

“Huh?” you managed to ask, unintelligibly. Noctis blushed and averted his gaze from your face, still running his hand over your short hair.

“You look cute. And it feels nice. It really suits you… and stuff.”

You sniffled and managed to pull him in for a hug. He willingly conceded and you smiled against his chest.

Classic Noctis.


Prompto: Prompto’s been rallying you on about getting a haircut for the summer. He really liked the pixie cut look that he’d been seeing in all the photography and fashion magazines he was into lately. You, however, were comfortable hiding behind your long, wavy locks of hair.

Prompto didn’t really push you to make the change, but there were times he liked to talk about the possibility of having matching hair with you. He’d be really light hearted about it, but you would mostly feel bad for resisting his gentle prodding on the topic of your hair.

On your sunshine boy’s birthday, you decide to take the plunge and go to the hair salon and get your long locks cut into a stylish pixie cut. You ended up crying a little as huge chunks of your beautiful hair were being cut off. But then, you looked into the mirror with puffy red eyes at the end of the whole ordeal and found yourself breaking into a smile.

You looked pretty cute with short hair.

You met Prompto that afternoon, and insisted that he turn his back to you so that you could surprise him with your present. He was really excited, so he turned around immediately and submitted to your request. You carefully made your way towards him, suddenly feeling nervous about your hair and the way you looked. You weren’t quite so sure Prompto would like how it turned out. But you kept yourself moving forward until you stood directly behind your boyfriend. You tapped his shoulder tentatively.

“You can turn around now.”

He turned around, and for a moment, he didn’t seem to register that you were standing there in front of him. His clear blue eyes were clouded with slight confusion before they flew wide open in recognition.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING I LOVE YOU!” Prompto practically screamed into your face, wrapping you into a rather suffocating embrace. You grinned, happy that he was happy. You already missed your long hair, but you were overdue for a change. And besides, your hair would grow back in time.

The happiness Prompto exhibited with you on the day of his birthday: that was both timeless and priceless.


Gladio: You were livid when you realised that Gladio had accidentally chopped off more than half of your silky pony tail in the middle of one of his great sword manoeuvres during your training session. Gladio himself immediately dropped his weapon and quickly assumed a protective stance as he watched you tense up.

You were ready to pounce in anger- that much, he was sure of.

“You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you to watch where you swing that thing?!” you screeched, trying to bring whatever remained of your pony tail to the front of your face. There really wasn’t much left. You cried out in frustration and made a choking motion towards Gladio, who flinched away from your movements. “I could have been BEHEADED- we’re LUCKY it was only my hair!”

“Yeah babe, how lucky is that? We should be soooo happy about that-” Gladio tried to smile at you, but your glare was absolutely terrifying. Gladio gulped and stood in his spot, amber eyes averted to the ground, looking like a boy being scolded by his parents. The whole situation would have been comical to you if it hadn’t involved your favourite part of your body- your HAIR.

“SHUT UP AMICITIA! You… I can’t LOOK at you right now, Six… I’m out of here.” You stormed out of the training room, leaving Gladio behind looking extremely sorry, and slightly amused. He walked towards your beautiful locks which were simply lying on the training room floor, oblivious to their owner’s minor melt-down.

“Damn, I screwed up.”

That evening, you forced yourself up to the apartment you shared with Gladio, hoping that he wasn’t in. You timidly toyed with the ends of your very short, newly styled hair. You teared up a little bit- you had NEVER had short hair since you were called a tomboy back in pre-school for liking your father’s signature bowl cut. You liked being that girl with the nice, long, princess-like hair.

Gladio went and ruined that today with his macho moves in the training room. You heaved a loud sigh and pushed your front door open, slightly annoyed to find it unlocked. Gladio was already in.

“Babe, I made din- whoa…” Gladio trailed off as he walked into the room, carrying two steaming cup noodles in each hand. His mouth was agape and his beautiful face looked kind of stupid. You almost giggled, but you were feeling much too self-conscious to do so.

You gulped and glared at your boyfriend. “What the hell are you looking at, Gladio?” you said, peeved.

Gladio shrugged, placing the cup noodles onto the coffee table in the living room before approaching you slowly, eying you up and down. His eyes lingered on your face, and he reached out to cup his large palm on your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful. Damn… if I’d known you’d look this sexy with short hair, I would have shanked your hair off a long time ago…” Gladio trailed off, absolutely mystified with your new look. You flushed at his words and sharply tapped his hand away from your face.

“I… thanks Gladdy.” You relented with a sigh. Gladio smiled boyishly, warming your insides at the sight of his real smile, as he leaned down to press his lips gently against yours. You sighed into his chaste kiss before he pulled away and looped his hands around your waist securely.

“You’re gorgeous. Seriously. I’m gonna do the worst things to you tonight, but this time, you’ll be the one pulling my hair.”

You shivered in his hold and nodded, staring right into his hooded amber eyes.

“I look forward to it, Gladio.”


Ignis: You were in tears as Ignis tried to wash out the extremely sticky Crème Broulee remnants out of your loose, long hair. You whimpered as Ignis’ fingers tugged rather harshly on your strands. Ignis made soothing noises and sighed in a minor show of frustration.

“It’s no good dear, we’re going to have to-”

“NO!” you screamed, whirling on your boyfriend with upset tears in your eyes. “I can’t cut my hair! It’s my treasure!” you cry out emphatically, gesturing harshly at your ruined hair with your sticky fingers. Ignis merely offered you a sad look and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I’m sorry sweet heart. It’s out of my hands now. Literally.” With that said, Ignis walked away to wash his hands, leaving you standing in front of the tent with your face fixed into a rather permanent looking pout. Noctis approached you, scissors in his hand.

You backed away from the prince, shaking your head slowly.

“No. Get the hell away from me, you psycho. You, of all people, are not to come anywhere NEAR my hair. My head, actually… DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE?!” you cried out in surprise as Noctis drew even closer, his midnight blue eyes glinting at you in determination.

“I used to cut my own hair because I didn’t trust Ignis or the royal attendants to do it. They always cut it too short. Please, let me help you!” Noctis attempted to convince you, but his constantly apathetic tone didn’t do much to aid in that domain.

“Noct, no.”

“Y/n, yes.” Noctis replied back, still converging on you.

You felt a sudden surge of familiar magic envelope you and you tried to fight the headiness that took over. You attempted to keep your eyes open, but they slipped shut quickly, and you pitched forward into Noctis’ conveniently waiting arms.

The punk had used his ancient, royal magic to put you to sleep. So he could help cut your hair and fix your sticky predicament.

Wow. Just wow.

When you came to, you actually screamed when you ran your hand through your short locks. You jumped up and immediately went looking for Noctis, who was hiding behind an amused Gladio and equally scared Prompto.

“Shit, she’s awake Iggy!” Prompto squealed at the sight of you. You seethed, upset at the fact that you had your hair cut off without your consent. You turned towards Ignis, and stopped in your tracks at the soft look he was shooting your way. His moss green eyes blinked slowly at the sight of you, and you felt yourself begin to blush a little. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and shrugged at Ignis.

“I look weird.”

“You look absolutely adorable, my darling cupcake.” Ignis said, his voice filled with adoration. You vaguely heard Gladio, Noctis and Prompto snigger at Ignis’ new term of endearment for you. Ignoring them, you stepped up towards Ignis and shyly looked up at him through your lashes, surprised to find your anger had quickly abated.

You had never seen Ignis’ gaze so soft before. You felt like you were about to melt into a puddle of goo right there and then in front of him.

“I do?” you questioned. Ignis nodded and brought his hands to gently cup your face in his glove-less palms. You sighed at the contact. You felt so loved that very moment.

He drew his face closer to yours and kissed you gently on the tip of your nose.

“You do. My precious cupcake.”

You ignored the giggles and chuckles erupting behind you and Ignis as you hugged your boyfriend, grateful for his positive reaction to your not-so-professionally cut short hair style.

You decided you’d let Noctis live. For now.

Imagine getting in a fight but not telling your brothers (Sam and Dean)

Word Count: 1117

Request by: @thedeanunderthecas​ - Hi! I wanted to know if you could write a oneshot where the reader gets in trouble at school and calls Cas to come up there so her brothers(Sam & Dean) don’t find out she punched someone, but Cas tells them as he is leaving the bunker to go talk to her principal so she gets caught anyway? If not that’s okay :-)

A/N: I wrote most of this at 3am whilst procrastinating doing GCSE revision, aww yeahhh!

You sat quietly, bored out of your mind, in the principal’s office as he flicked through the notes about a fight you had recently gotten yourself into.

Sighing as he looked up at you, he began to speak, “I expected better of you Y/N, I’m going to have to call in your guardians to explain to them the situation and discuss the length of your removal from school.”

You slowly lifted your head in shock and fear of the words which just came out of his mouth. Sam and Dean could not find out about this, they wouldn’t understand, they’d get so angry, they’d hate me, they’d think I’m a monster. Your mind ran rapidly thinking of all of the outcomes to your brothers finding out about your mini fight, none of them sounding particularly appealing.

Suddenly relief flooded your body as you thought of Castiel, he could get you out of this situation acting like one of your brothers and neither Sam or Dean would ever have to know. A small smirk appeared on your face as you came up with the brilliant plan, all you had to do was convince Cas to come, talk to the principal and not tell Sam or Dean.

Deep breath. Okay, here goes nothing.

Cas, I need you to come to school, I kinda… Maybe… Slightly got into some trouble and now the principal wants to talk to Sam and Dean about me being expelled. Please Cas, I need you.

You put on a slightly scared/nervous tone to ensure Castiel came quickly and you sighed happily before leaning back in your chair and waiting for Cas to be your knight in shining armour and save you from the horrors of school.

 At the bunker

Cas abruptly stood up after Y/N’s prayer ended preparing to fly to them.

As Castiel was about to leave, Dean spoke up, “Wait! Where are you going?”, curiosity lacing his voice at Castiel’s sudden attempts to leave.

“Y/N has requested for me to come talk to their school principal as he wishes to talk to me about them being expelled due to the fact that she appears to have gotten herself into some sort of ‘trouble’.”

Sam’s head shot up and Deans face was filled with shock and rage.

Without saying anything, Dean left the room towards Baby, quickly followed by Sam and Cas.

As the engine started up Dean whispered to himself “Y/N better get prepared for no more hunts and bunker cleaning duty for life,” causing Sam to nod his head, shock still evident on his face from the information that his innocent, shy, younger sister had done something bad enough to get them expelled.


You smiled to yourself as the door to the room opened only to have your face drained from all its colour as both your brothers followed by Cas walked into the room and sat beside you, sharp, angry looks evident on both of their faces.

You sighed to yourself as you looked down at your hands in your lap. Of course Castiel would tell them, why wouldn’t he.

Looking up once again, your eyes met with Sam’s as he gave you a sorry yet stern/angry glance causing you to lean back in your chair and prepare yourself for the inevitable lecture about to come your way.

After Sam and Dean had finished talking with your principal, you all left the school, nobody saying anything. You climbed into the back of baby with Cas as the awkward tension from the silence built up. Dean was practically radiating anger from the driver’s seat, his hands clutched the steering wheel as tightly as he could causing his knuckles to turn white. Slowly, you gulped as the realisation of how fuming your brothers truly were at you.

Once the long ride of torture in Baby was over, and you were all sat in the bunker silent, you finally spoke up.

“Sooo.. That was-“ you began to speak before being cut short.

“What the hell were you thinking Y/N?” Dean finally snapped looking directly into your eyes waiting for a solid answer to his question.

A few moments passed as you thought about what to say.

“I’m not going to apologise.” You knew that giving into your brothers and just saying sorry would probably be the easiest and most efficient way of ending this hole you had dug yourself into but instead you decided to not back down, that kid you hit had it coming and no matter what the consequences were, you would have chosen to hit them. Every. Single. Time.

“You’re what?” Deans voice boomed across the room. Sam and Cas sat on the other table listening to how the argument slowly began to intensify.

“I said, I’m not going to apologise.” You repeated but this time with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Y/N,” Sam said warningly knowing that he should try to calm the situation but instead it just made you angrier that nobody had heard your side of the story and just assumed that you were the bad person.

“No Sammy! They fucking deserved it!” you lashed out harshly as tears glossed over your eyes and your vision blurred, “They were picking on some kid, I saw it, everyone saw it but nobody did anything, they all just stood there letting these dicks pick on this kid, I couldn’t just stand there doing nothing like all the cowards around me, so I hit them. It was stupid, I know, but they deserved it.”

Shock appeared on your Sam, Dean and Cas’s faces. None of them had ever heard you swear before nor had they seen you cry.

Suddenly, you felt a pair or arms wrap around you, and another and before you knew it, you were pulled into a group hug including the three most important people in your life. The tears escaping your eyes quickly changed to happy ones as you felt the strong sensation of love fill your body.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just really protective of you, heck, we all are, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Dean whispered into your hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. Sam and Cas nodded agreeing to what Dean had just said.

“I love you all so much,” you pulled down your sleeve and wiped away the stray tears running down your face.

“We love you too,” Sam replied before you were pulled into yet another group hug causing happiness to replace the sadness you once felt as you knew how truly loved you were…

“But you’re still on bunker cleaning duty,” Dean quickly added ruffling your hair causing you to groan in annoyance but with a smile on your face.

Harley Quinn

(A/N): I’m sorry about the short length of this :(

Request:  Could you write a fic where the avengers and suicide squad meet up for a few days and fem!reader x Harley get kinda close and flirt a bit with each other and Natasha gets really jealous because she feels like Harley is trying to take the reader away from her and this goes on for like week or so eventually leading to a big fight between Nat and the reader ending with the reader showing Nat just how much she loves her (with the reader and Nat being married throughout) thank you!

Warnings: probably some swearing 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t, @l8nitl0vr, @livandlilah


Originally posted by angiecarojas

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Could Harley not see the ring on (Y/N)’s finger? It was right there, shining in the bland of whatever city they were in; Gotham perhaps? Or perhaps she was just electing to ignore the ring instead. Either way Nat was getting peeved by the minute if Harley so much as opened her mouth. 

   "So what brings ya to Gotham?“ Harley asks as she skips alongside (Y/N), beaming at the avenger. 

   "Shield said Gotham needed some help with Kryptonian, that’s why we’re here,” Harley nods as she bounces along, her pigtails swaying from side to side.

    “Did you know you’re absolutely gorgeous?” Her voice holds a certain twang to it, making the avenger smile.

    “Well thank you Harley, you’re pretty cute yourself,” The girl smiles as she squeals, throwing her arms around (Y/N) dramatically.

    “Oh (Y/N)! Aren’t'cha the kindest kid this side of Gotham?” (Y/N) laughs as Harley all but snuggles into their cheek, completely ignoring Nat’s menacing glares. 

    “You’ll have to excuse her,” Floyd smiles as he walks up beside Nat. “She’s like this all the time," 

   "God- do you ever just want to punch her or something?”

    “All the damn time,” Floyd chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “But Harley doesn’t mean any harm, she’s just overly affectionate and sweet,”

    “And psychotic,”

    “That too,” Floyd laughs heartily making Nat’s lips quirk up the tiniest bit. "How long have the two of you been married?“ Floyd asks, taking Nat off guard. "I’ve got great eyes plus I just so happened to notice the matching rings the two of your flew in,” Nat smirks a bit, looking down at the silver wedding band she wore. 

   "2 years,“ Floyd smiles, nodding his head. 

   "You guys are perfect together,”

    “yeah? I think so-” Nat stops when she looks up to find Harley kissing along (Y/N)’s face, the latter of the two giggling madly as Harley does. No, that was the last straw. With a determined step Nat matches up to (Y/N) and Harley, yanks (Y/N) away and matches back off again, towards the hotel they were staying at. 

   "Nat, what are you-“ But Nat shushes them harshly as she drags them along, not stopping until they were in the hotel room. "What the hell Nat?” (Y/N) yells, gripping at their bruising wrists.

    “‘What the hell Nat’? Really (Y/N)? I look up to see Harley hanging off of you like some horny teenager and you’re going to question me?" 

   "Nat, that’s just who she is-" 

   "Why didn’t you stop her from holding your hand or kissing you? Hmm?" 

   "I didn’t want to offend her!" 

  "What about me? Are you worried about offending me?”

    “Of course I am Nat!" 

   "Really? Because the minute we stepped into the goddamn city you’ve been flirting with her the entire time, always winking at her or sending her a friendly smile-" 

   "You told me to be nice!" 

    "Yeah! I told you to be nice not to eyefuck her every chance you get!” At this (Y/N) stalls, closing their mouth abruptly.

    “I wasn’t- I wasn’t,” (Y/N) mutters, sighing softly. “Never mind,” (Y/N) grumbles, all their fight suddenly dissipated.

    “What? That’s all I get is a never mind?” (Y/N) nods as they strip out of their suit, leaving them in nothing but a pair of underwear. “So now you’re ignoring me?” Nat accuses as (Y/N) slides their underwear off, stepping out of them and kicking them towards the hamper. “(Y/N) don’t you dare ignore me-" 

   "I’m going to shower,” (Y/N) whispers. “Do you want to join me?” Nat looks a then incredulously, her eyes widening in shock.

    “Are you- are you serious? I’m angry with you (Y/N), I don’t want to take a shower with you," 

   "Let me show you how much I love you,” (Y/N) whispers, Offering their hand to the redhead. “Please?” Nat looks at them and then to their hand and back up at them again. She did have to admit a shower didn’t sound all too bad after all, especially if (Y/N) would be the one joining her. 

   With a sheepish smile Nat takes (Y/N)’s hand, being much more gentle than she had been before. (Y/N) gives her a gentle smile as they tug her to the bathroom, bound and determined to make her feel loved.

@korealchemist
More dragons! Woot woot! This ended up being more about the dragons themselves instead of S/o.

Sorry about that! I just… Really love them.

(Ps sorry for taking so long. I am but a small forgetful child. Pls forgive.)

————

HANZO:
• He sees his dragons as equals for the most part.
• They tend to a bit devious, but highly educated and eloquent.
• They also sleep like giraffes (and yes they do rest, but only for short periods of time).
• Sometimes they talk so much that Hanzo ends up tuning them out and focusing on something else.
• Introduced themselves to S/o out of the blue one day without telling Hanzo first.
• Loves taking naps with S/o and will happily be pillows.
• Show offs.
• Like, is always 120% more graceful when S/o is around.
• Also super possessive.
• The dragons will strike someone down for them if need be.
• Especially if they feed them cherries.
• They LOVE cherries.


GENJI:
• His dragon is his bestfriend.
• Even though it’s mute, they have the deepest understanding of each other.
• It sleeps like a cat, and loves getting pet and hugged.
• Is weary of meeting new people; so, when it was time to meet S/o, Genji had to coax it out with some watermelon.
• Watermelon is probably the quickest way to its heart.
• Really likes to dance!!!
• Genji babies it hardcore.
• Enjoys fighting with both Genji and S/o, it thinks of it as protecting them.
• High-fives with its tiny hands!
• Cannot leave Genji and S/o alone.
• Ever.
• It’s almost like having a toddler around.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a short Harry story where it's you're 21st birthday in Vegas and you meet Harry at a club then end up at his hotel room? I had a dream like this and I wanna read about it over and over again xo

this is a little different and i’m sorry this is so late but i suddenly got inspired to write again so !!

“to finally being able to legally drink!”

you laugh as you lift up your glass and toast with all of your friends. drowning back the expensive champagne that your best friend had bought for this special occasion, you can’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek.

“happy tears, right?” your best friend tries to keep up your happy facade in front of the rest of the guests, and they all buy it, but you secretly know better. to say the least, this year was the hardest year of your life.

harry had left you.

on perfectly understandable circumstances, of course, but that doesn’t mean it hurt less.

“we can’t be together if we’re on opposite ends of the world,” he had whispered into your ear as you cried into his shoulder. “but i love you, kitten. i’ll always love you. and maybe one day, we’ll meet again.”

“oh yeah? what if you’re with somebody else?”

he pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes–so you could see the severity of his promise. “it’s always going to be you. my heart is always going to belong to you. no matter who i’m with.”

and for the last year, you’ve been tucked away in boston, studying criminal law and trying not to search up his name on your computer every chance you got.

but now you were in los angeles, because your best friend had insisted you to drive down to party in the party state. so you did. and surprisingly, not once on the way down did you think you’d see him.

he was off in france, the last time you heard, filming a movie. so bumping into him in one of the roughest bars in downtown LA was just as likely as you becoming a surgeon (and with these clammy hands and fear of blood? that wasn’t gonna happen in three lifetimes). 

but as you sip the last remains of your drink, you see him.

you see him looking at you, through the midst of people–through the fog of cigarette smoke, there he was.

harry styles.

looking at you.

at first you’re certain you’ve finally gone crazy. you even pinch yourself a couple of times to make sure you’re not dreaming. and you see him smile when he spots you squeezing the skin of your arms.

hi, he mouths, like you two have never met.

like you didn’t think about him every single day.

your friends didn’t notice your sudden silence, blaming it all on your shallow alcohol tolerance, so they didn’t question you when you said you wanted to be excused to the bathroom.

meeting harry’s eyes again across the room, you watch him excuse himself from his friends and you’re halfway up the stairs when you see him following you. and it’s not until you have your arms around his neck in the small bathroom space that you knew for certain he was real.

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

“i missed you,” you blurt out in a whisper, tears stinging the sides of your cheeks. “how are you here?”

“your best friend texted me and told me that she would kick me in the bullocks if i dared to show up here,” he chuckles under his breath and wipes a stray tear away from your face. then he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you to him tightly. “but i couldn’t resist. i had to see you. even if it was from a distance.”

“how’ve you been?” you both ask at the same time. you giggle but you can’t stop crying and then you realize he’s crying as well and you both fall into each other’s arms like a bag of limbs.

harry rests his head in the crook of your neck and whispers, “come on, let’s get out of here. my hotel room is right upstairs.”

“my friends…” you trail off, not bothering to finish that thought because they surely would understand. this was harry after all, and you would give up anything to spent a second with him.

even if that meant everything you had.

harry wasn’t kidding when he said his hotel room was right upstairs, because it took only a few minutes for your back to hit his perfectly made sheets and for him to pull the curtains open–letting the night sky stream in as he turned the lights off.

thinking back now, one might think that sex would be coming next. which is a reasonable guess, since you both hadn’t seen each other for a year and here he was standing in front of you looking more gorgeous than ever…but one must realize that there was a thin layer of something very pure between you both.

and sex would surely break it.

“do you still love me?” you ask softly as he lies down next to you, suit crumbling underneath him. 

you turn your body towards him and run your hands through his short hair as he whispers, “of course. i don’t think it’s possible for me to stop loving you.”

“i like your hair,” you say, because there was nothing else you needed to know. you’re scared that you’ll never stop crying. “it looks really good on you.”

“i like your hair too,” he licks his lips as his fingertips rub the tips of your newly-cut hair. “we should’ve gone to the same barber,” he jokes and you smile. he hesitates, before asking, “are you….are you seeing anyone?”

you don’t know what to say but the truth. “yes,” you confess. “he’sare you?” and from the moment that question leaves your lips, you know the answer. he looks down from your eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say, so you tell him, “i’m happy for you. you deserve…happiness.”

“she’s not you,” he blurts out. his hands slowly inch down to cradle your cheeks in his palms. “you know it’s always you.”

“and you know it’s always you,” you pull him closer and breathe in his familiar scent. “tell me she makes you happy.”

harry smiles a little sadly, “yeah, she does.”

and you’re surprised because you genuinely feel happy for him. not one ounce of selfishness possesses you. okay maybe one ounce. “does she tell the best jokes?” you ask as your lips gently graze his jaw and you hear him suck in a breath.

his dimples are evident as he grins, “you know you tell the best jokes.” unable to resist it any longer, you kiss him. it’s slow and tender and full of passion, as if all the words you’ve been aching to tell him over the course of a year are finally being said all at once.

he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry i broke us,” he apologises and you shake your head because you refuse to believe that he can be capable of anything but happiness. “i hope he didn’t mind picking up your shards.” you laugh and a tear escapes his eye when he sees your laughter lines. “tell me he makes you laugh. i know how much you love to laugh.”

“he likes my sense of humour,” you say, “and he likes the way i get passionate when i present a case in class–he’s a budding lawyer too, just like me.”

“i’m glad,” harry whispers, tracing circles into your skin. “i’m so glad you’re happy.”

“you don’t know how happy i am for you. but no matter what, if this is the last time we’ll see each other–” both of your hearts skip at this “–i want you to remember that i’ll always be here for you.”

harry’s tears are staining the sheets below. “and i want you to remember how much i love you.”

you smile. “promise me this: in a couple of years when i graduate and you’re at the peak of your career again…”

“we’ll get together,” he promises. “we’ll meet in a coffee shop, or a bar like just now, or a park, or a concert, wherever…”

“and we’ll be together,” you conclude. “forever.”

he vows, “the next time we see each other, we’ll be together forever. and that’ll be it.”

“close your eyes,” you tell him, and you do too. “i like to think that when i open them again, you’ll be mine for good. and i’ll be yours unconditionally.”

both of you hold each other like the pieces of a ying yang. perfectly, naturally, rightfully.

“happy birthday,” he murmurs.

“you’re right,” you smile. “I almost forgot.”

you can’t help but realize how perfect you two look right now: him in a suit and you in a white dress.

the irony of it all makes you hold him tighter.


ahahaha lmao this is such crap but oh well

welcome to riverdale; the core four

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

PROMPT; all hands are on deck when a new girl comes to town, especially when she’s got a secret that’ll either solve the case of jason blossom’s murder or change the course of it completely.

PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS; no pairing; jughead jones, betty cooper, veronica lodge, kevin keller, archie andrews, and mentions of the blossom family.

AUTHOR’S NOTE; hey guys c: this is my first imagine on riverdale and on this account, so some critiques and such are welcomed! also, i’m sorry if the end seems kind of rushed. i wanted to get this up asap.


Originally posted by juptern

Welcome to Riverdale, the town with pep!

Packed bags, a loaded truck with all your belongings and a dog in the seat next to you was all you had. Everything you couldn’t carry on your body was poorly packed into several bags, which were all shoved in the bed of your truck and on the floor of the passenger seat.

Fresh start. New beginnings. The usual.

An old house down the street of Riverdale Highschool was where you were going to call home for a while, until you got enough money to actually buy a house and not squat at foreclosed ones.

Your bags were scattered around the living room, labeled with plastic tags; clothes, keepsakes and a designated one for plastic plates and basic cutlery. You had all you needed. Nothing more, nothing less. That was how you lived, with what you had and what you needed.

But sometimes what you had wasn’t enough, and tonight was a perfect example.

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heartbeats - jughead jones

  Request: Hey! Can I request a reader x jughead imagine where the reader has a panic attack? Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! – Anon

 Words: 814, sorry it’s short!

 Warnings: panic attack, swearing (it’s me, obviously there’s swearing from your resident potty-mouth.)

 A/N: I had a panic attack yesterday so this was easy to write lol. Sorry it’s short anon, but it ended up being one of those things that didn’t need any more! I suffer from anxiety and PTSD, so if you ever want a chat, I’m here! Also, I know it’s not said anytime in the show that Jughead has had a panic attack but for the liberty of this, he has. But, looking at everything he’s been through, wouldn’t you say he most likely has suffered from anxiety/depression or another mental illness? I really hope you guys like this as I love i

    It hits you like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, and all at once.

    You’re not really sure where it all came from, or what exactly unnerved you and it sure as hell wasn’t the first time something like this had happened so you knew the correct protocol. Your chest was tight, your vision blurry, your heart pounding and breathing erractic.

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* Anthony × Reader

* Modern rpf

* 23: Delete that immediately

* 26: Did you enjoy yourself last night?

* Requested by anonymous

* Request: the reader and Anthony did “it” last night and Ramos took a picture of the reader and accidentally posts it on Instagram.

A/N: So it’s super late but here’s an Anthony imagine! Yay! As a sort of warning I guess: Anthony swears a bit. He say shit at least 5 times in 3 paragraphs…besides that, references to sex too obviously. Also it’s kinda short but eh, I think it’s kinda good. But, enjoy!

Word Count: 1,680

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You slipped awake in the morning but didn’t move yet. However, your boyfriend did. His arm was draped over your waist and his bare chest against your bare back but he pulled away.  You wanted to protest but that would let him know you were awake, and you weren’t quite ready to function. Until you heard the noise of an iPhone camera shutter and you knew he was not taking a selfie. You knew that your arms would be covering your chest in the picture and the covers, which were down by your waist, was covering everything lower. Still, Anthony did not need a picture like that on his phone.

“Delete that immediately.” You told him. You opened you eyes and smirked as Anthony almost dropped his phone in surprise. He fumbled with it for a moment before finally getting a firm grasp on it. He locked it and looked at you.

“Well good morning.” He said, arms crossed. He had pulled on some sweat pants but no shirt. His curls hung down, the tips barely grazing his shoulders. You sat up, pulling some covers up to cover your chest.

“Seriously Anthony. Delete it.” You told him.

“Fine.” He relented. He scrolled through his phone and deleted the picture. “Here’s proof.” He showed you his phone and the last picture in his camera roll was a picture of you at dinner the night prior. It was your anniversary and had celebrated with dinner. You “celebrated” more at home as well.

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Love Is Weakness/Peter Pan Smut

Originally posted by nellykay-never-fails

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Peter!” I squealed running through the forest of Neverland every time I visited we always played games. I was always upset when I had to leave. 

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