and why am i the only one celebrating her birthday! *i hate you all*

nerdramblings101  asked:

You seem really upset over Supergirl tonight.

i am. i am a little upset. because they finally, finally, gave m'gann screentime that actually went somewhere. they finally gave m'gann the time of day, the time to explore her past and people from it, the time to realise that she has j'onn now and he cares about her. they gave her a storyline that was interesting and action packed and to be honest, it was fucking incredible, and then what? they shipped her back to mars. just like that. their only major woc character, literally written off to another planet.

i’m upset because of alex. because honestly what fresh hell? alex danvers loves her little sister more than life itself. she literally broke up with maggie two weeks ago because she was so torn up over not being around for kara, so she chose kara. and now? now what? she’s bailing on kara’s birthday, a day they’ve always celebrated, a day that so clearly means so much to them - kara especially. and i get it, i do, alex needs to have a life outside of kara, her life doesn’t have to just be protecting kara anymore because she has maggie and they’re happy, but for goodness sake this wasn’t just any normal day, it was kara’s earth birthday, and alex would never bail on that, especially not so easily and especially not after seeing how clearly upset it made kara. the danvers sisters are the heart and soul of this show and i’m upset because you wouldn’t know it if you just started with this episode.

i’m upset because this is supergirl. supergirl, not the mon-el show, and yet somehow even in an episode in which he didn’t have as much screen time as usual, he manages to take over. why does kara have to feel guilty about not having feelings for him? why does every guy kara tries to be friends with end up falling for her and she ends up the one suffering most? why, in that last danvers sisters scene, was alex encouraging kara to give him a chance? i’m sorry but alex danvers has never been entering any mon-el fan contests so why, in a scene that was supposed to be about fixing alex’s relationship with kara, did the conversation end up about him? why did kara have to be convinced she maybe might have feelings for him? and for the love of god that last scene, are you kidding me? kara sees him with another woman and gets jealous because oh whoop de do would you look at that she’s magically discovered feelings for him and now he’s with someone else. look at how not fucking surprised i am. i’ve only seen this on Literally Every Show Ever.

i’m upset because i got new scenes with my otp and i can’t enjoy them as much as i usually would because they just don’t feel right. maggie surprising alex with tickets to see a band she’s loved since college? maggie looking so god damn happy as she bounds up like a damn puppy to tell alex they got vip tickets? fucking fantastic, sign me up. maggie looking ridiculously at home in alex’s apartment? incredible. but i can’t enjoy it as much as i want to, because they came at the cost of alex and kara’s relationship and as much as i love sanvers, they’re not the relationship that makes supergirl. alex and kara are.

don’t get me wrong, i liked this ep. it was action packed and white martians are evil but pretty fucking cool and i am LIVING for all the m'gann we got, all the m'gann and j'onn we got. i am living for m'gann fighting as a green martian, and evil alex was fucking incredible (and hella hot) and vasquez finally returned from the cave in the desert, so don’t take this as me spewing hate left, right and centre because there was a lot about this episode that i really liked, i just. i’m a little upset that this show is supposed to be about supergirl and yet she’s being sidelined as a love interest for the token white guy, and all the other characters don’t seem to be winning any favouritism contests with the writers either.

(disclaimer: it’s 3.30am and i’m tired and cranky and i can’t be bothered to reread this so it might not be worded as best as i could possibly do to say what i’m trying to say but i just don’t care anymore pls don’t come at me)

february 2017 - dan and phil


first week (1-7): still up on the isle of man for phil’s birthweek! phil goes on a pleasant walk on the beach. accompaniment confirmed by dan howell (and martyn and cornelia). dan fell or something while trying to be an aesthetic hoe (a sprained wrist and knee? sorry my honeybee). dan posts another pic from iom and i don’t know why i’m crying in the club right now? (also he posted a flop of it on twitter…whatever). phil liveshow! (highlights: birthday present haul includes cool shoes from martyn, sock book, rewined candle, cool beetle jumper from parents, sushi gummies from dan (nostalgia from tatinof uk), firefly on blu-ray, terrarium, big lava lamp from dan, basically just spent a lot of time walking on the seaside and stuff for his bday celebrations, dan falling was hilarious and also genuinely concerning, “He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall,” magic 8 ball predicted that a dog is on the horizon ???!!!!???!!!, if he does anything interesting he’ll do more day in the lifes??!!!!?!). another seaside walk picture plz stop. new gaming video: Dan vs. Phil: QUICK DRAW! phil gives us a relaxing video of the lava lamp dan gave him. nailbaiting occurred by phil. dan and nathan zed interacted and i ascended. phil takes pictures of dan a lot and dan likes posting them (aka dan lays on the floor trying to script). new danisnotonfire video: MY EVIL PIANO TEACHER (aka dan playing the piano thank god). phil still has jingle bells stuck in his head. dan liveshow! (highlights: sweaty and sensual dan ://, they help each other film because setting up tripods is for losers when you have your own person, they cried laughing filming the piano video, dan was excited about this sext marcus butler sent him from this video but then realized it was a joke, phil’s birthday week has extended until forever, dan dramatically fell and talked about it for five minutes, has hamilton tickets, he might rebrand to Dan Howell on youtube wow plz, he went to the dentist :/). 

second week (8-15): dan and phil hang out with zoe and meerkats as her wish for make a wish foundation! new gaming video: IS IT PAINFUL TO DIE?! - Dan and Phil play Google Feud #2. phil liveshow! (highlights: dan got phil a signed nude of david boreanaz, when they saw manchester by the sea a man tripped into dans popcorn oops, wow! there were three gas leaks in their house! it’s like the universe is trying to say something! *cough* move, if there are more gas leaks they will have to leave the house for three weeks and they would probs go on holiday…japan plz.., phil has pretty houseplants with pretty flowers, he bought a fluffy coat, loved the meerkats, petbaiting). cute australia pic (i wish i was that kanga). new phil icon which has effectively made me dead? (also accompanying pic) new gaming video: DIL GETS A FREEZE RAY. dan gets wet and sticky with phil in phils bedroom. new amazingphil video: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE! (i dont know how to feel? i have been overwhelmed). also dan calls phil hubby but like not really but also really and… why. phil wishes us a happy valentines day with a sloth. dan liveshow! (highlights: i don’t really know dan destroyed gender roles and wore a grey wig and a flower crown and tried to scrape off his tattoos just watch the video plz). another australia selfie :( another belated birthday meal for phil but he ate moss that was attached to his drink (is he just gonna keep turning 30 forever jeez). 

third week (16-23): phil’s parents come to london to visit (no phil liveshow) but during their next liveshows they confirm they saw book of mormon again with the in-laws *cough* parents. new gaming video: IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ! #6 (twas a good one). there are seagulls outside phil’s windows (side note: hector aka shitty watercolour made a painting of it and the livestream of it was good not that anyone cares). phil spent his weekend watching time lapses of cats when they are home alone. dan threw an entire salad out (aka his agenda to force phil to eat pizza and not get healthy even though phil has signed up for the gym and gone jogging i hate him). new gaming video: HORSE BOYFRIEND SIMULATOR?! - Dan and Phil play: My Horse Prince. phil is a bad lurker irl #confirmed as he tried to watch a couple argue but it didn’t work out that well. dan said chicken instead of ordering coffee at starbucks and now he can’t go to that one anymore. also on the same day someone spotted dan and phil out on a bus wow. dan and phil were watching a property show (moving? stay woke) and saw their merch. dan liveshow! (highlights: pastel beanie: on, curly hair: worn, dick: out, i am forcibly removed from the liveshow, he said chicken because of the cow and chicken theme song stuck in his head what a weirdo, he has a cheeky idea for a video thats important but not really and he doesnt know if hes ready :), he has realized he could murder someone because he just spaces out aka the salad event, they forgot to paint their nails and put in earrings for the pastel edits video wow thats great, asmr, he loves moonlight thank god, he and phil play sing star and are only good at toxic and muse, his reblogs on tumblr don’t mean anything, he had a very long shower). phil keeps buying weird things for their home. phil liveshow! (highlights: storm doris, had a haircut in his house again and it goes without saying dan got one too, liveshow haul, he froze younow is philphobic, seven exo planets and countless universes! phil is so smart, final fantasy is too long for dapg, excited for the oscars, and then that’s it because phil likes to keep his liveshows short). 

week four (24-28): oops i counted the days wrong this week is too short, dan is a sad pimp, new gaming video: BATTLE OF THE BALLS - Dan vs. Phil: Golf With Friends. phil had a cozy day and ate cookies. dan believes moonlight should win for best film as it is the most important (thenks dan howell for my life). phil tries to stay up for the oscars but fails and dan lets us all know. “at least i didn’t fuck up as hard as the 2017 oscars envelope guy”, new gaming video: DIL BURNS THE PANCAKES - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #36, dan didn’t have a liveshow because younow was broken

a nice month. what in februation

A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 

Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.


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Imagine your relationship with Chris being in the limelight.

A/N: Part 2, yay! As always, I hope this little fluff piece brings a smile to your face. 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1’)

You chewed on your left thumbnail and tapped your right foot, anxiously and impatiently waiting for Chris’ FaceTime call. He’d texted you while you were in class, a text that held four simple but angsty words: “We need to talk.” You hated those four words when they had no context and you had no clue what the two of you needed to talk about. Things between the two of you since the engagement were back to being extraordinary; no disagreements, no fights, no misunderstandings. You were even in Atlanta over the weekend; a belated birthday celebration where you spent time with him and met his cast in person. Everything was perfect, so what could he possibly needed to talk to you about? Was he having doubts about marrying you? There was no way, he’d made it pretty clear he wanted to and was ready to. The anxiety was definitely eating you up, and if he didn’t call soon- you were going to call him first.

The front door swung open and Ava burst through, panting as though she’d just ran ten blocks. You looked up from your laptop and narrowed your eyes at the magazine she was holding up while she tried to catch her breath. Was that- “I know what Chris wants to talk to you about,” she blurted all in one breath. Just as she did, your MacBook started ringing; it was Chris calling. “Is that Chris? Answer it,” she instructed as she rushed to your side. You felt your jaw tighten as you answered the call, hoping your fiancé- who agreed things between the two of you were to be kept away from the limelight and under the radar until you graduated- had a good explanation for why the two of you were on the front page of US Weekly.

“Hey, baby,” Chris greeted you with a smile that hid his angst. He, too, had been having a hard time since he sent the 'we-need-to-talk’ text, especially when he was the reason the two of you needed to talk. “How’s your day been? You look gre-”

“Cut the crap, Evans,” Ava cut him off, holding up the magazine; Chris screwed his eyes shut, letting out a sigh. “She knows, we all know. It’s not just US Weekly, by the way,” she whispered to you and you scoffed at Chris, who was staring at Ava to stop talking. “Some of our Tumblr friends are um- freaking out, to say the least. You’re also all over-”

“Ava?” Chris interjected and Ava turned away from you to look at him. “Can I please talk to my fiancée in private?” Ava pressed her lips together and nodded, lowering the magazine onto the table as she left for her room. “Look, sweetheart,” he began as you picked up the magazine, shaking your head in disbelief at the title: 'Chris Evans announces his engagement to nineteen year old.’ “I know how it looks, but- it was an accident, I swear.”

“How do you accidentally announce an engagement, Christopher?”

“Oh wow, you’re using 'Christopher’. You’re definitely mad,” he mumbled then pressed his lips together when you shot him your death-defying stare that screamed “obviously I’m mad!” He sighed, knowing he’d broken the promise he made to you. But you had to know he didn’t do it on purpose. “I just- it slipped, Y/N. I was doing an on-set interview and they asked if I had anyone special waiting on me at home- you know, like they always do- and Mackie mentioned your name and I- I said 'yeah, I’m definitely missing my fiancée’ and- things snowballed from there.” You sighed, but you knew it was an accident now. “I am so sorry, I know this makes things very difficult for you.”

“Yes, it does,” you frowned at him and he sighed again. “Look- having people find out that I was your friend was overwhelming enough,” you reminded him of the beginning and he nodded. “Then people found out I was your girlfriend and that was-” you huffed, “insane, but still somehow manageable because we didn’t publicly confirm anything.” He nodded again, knowing exactly where you were going. “But Chris- this is you officially, and publicly, labeling me as your fiancée. I don’t even want to imagine what people are going to say, what’s-” you held up the magazine, “in this magazine. I mean- they didn’t even give me a name, just 'nineteen year old’.”

“Your name is inside, and on other…” He trailed off when he saw your stare had returned. “Yeah, but that’s not your point.” You nodded with tightly pursed lips. “I am really sorry, Y/N. See,” a small, cheeky smile appeared on his lips, “I know your name.” A weary chuckle escaped your throat which calmed Chris slightly. “Believe me, sweetheart. Soon it won’t be 'Chris Evans announces engagement to nineteen year old’, it’ll be 'Y/N Y/L/N marries redundant Captain America star’.”

“You’ll never be redundant,” you told him with a small smile.

“And you’re going to be a superstar,” he told you with a big grin.

“You’re not getting out of this so easily, Evans,” you chuckled when you realized what he was doing. He bit back his smile, nodding though he knew he would. “We’re going to have to talk about this, you’re going to have to help me figure out how to live life under the public eye.” He nodded, and you heaved a loud, dramatic sigh; he winced with a small, apologetic smile. “I guess I might as well get used to it now,” you groaned monotonously, making Chris laugh.

“It’s really not that bad,” he tried to console you.

“Says the man who loves his job, but hates the limelight.”

“You’re going to be fine,” he assured you. “You are so much stronger than me, so much better with being under the public eye. I mean- you look good all the time,” he complimented and you tried not to smile because once again, you knew what he was doing. “When we walk side by side on the street, people often mistake you for being the famous one.” You rolled your eyes because that only happened once; someone thought you were an actress and Chris was your bodyguard. “You’re going to be fine. It’s going to be hard at first, but soon everyone will see how amazing you are and understand that I’m the lucky one in the relationship.”

“I can’t wait to go back on Tumblr,” you said with a sarcastic enthusiasm and Chris chuckled. “You do realize most of my followers know what I look like, right? I bet you my inbox is going to be filled with questions and messages to pass on to you and- definitely hate mail, I’m going to be hated by so many people.” He tried to speak, but he couldn’t before you asserted, “so many, Chris.”

“I can’t imagine how anyone could hate you, darling.”

“That’s because you’re in-love with me, Chris,” you frowned.

“Exactly,” he smiled and you sighed, knowing he was right before he even got his point out. “I love you, that is all that matters- all that should matter. Who cares what dumb magazine is writing about? Who cares what strangers who don’t know anything about us think? Our friends and families approve, we approve. I mean- we are what matters here, Y/N. So pop on a hat and some sunglasses, say nothing, stay away from the tabloids, and live your life as you’ve always lived it.”

You said nothing for a while, just watched your handsome fiancé’s face in the computer screen as he smiled at you. Finally, “okay, fine.” His smile widened. “But don’t think you’re completely off the hook, 'cause you’re not.” He chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. “If things get too overwhelming, I’m going to hate and blame you.”

“As long as you still marry me,” he winked, “I really don’t care.”

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Love you but I’m leaving

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Michael Gray x reader

Request: A micheal gray x reader where he absolutely adores her (his wife) but polly doesn’t like her and tries to break them up until she realises how happy the reader makes michael?xx

Note: I got so carried away it will be in two parts now!! 

You are woken up by the sun burning through your window creating a frame of light over your fiance. His strong jaw line clenched and unclenched as he dreamed. You traced his chest with your fingers, his soft skin comforting to touch. You watched him as his eyes flickered open adjusting to his settings, smiling when he saw you staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” he smirked, pulling you closer and turning around to face you. You leaned forward pushing your lips against his as he ran his hands down your back and through your hair. You pulled away slightly as your face rested into a more serious expression.

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Can’t Believe You Don’t Know

Pairing: Zevran x Female Amell
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Solona believes she’s unattractive. Zevran vehemently disagrees. And what’s more, he knows exactly how to prove it. (Did I finally finish my ancient Kink Meme WIP? Why yes, yes I did.)

“Ah, there you are, my dear. I was beginning to think you were hiding from me.”

“Not at all,” Solona lied, unable to contain a disappointed sigh as she closed her book and lifted her gaze to the assassin sauntering toward her, already mourning the pleasant evening that could have been.

They’d been staying at Castle Redcliffe while the Arl made his preparations for the trip to Denerim, and though her companions were getting more restless by the day, Solona was rather enjoying it. It wasn’t that she hated camping—well, no, she did hate it, actually, which was why it was so nice to finally be indoors again, where it was warm and dry and blessedly free of insects, with real food, a proper bed, and plenty of light to read by.

And yes, more places to hide from Zevran.

It wasn’t that she hated him, either. Indeed, she rather liked him when he was slicing up darkspawn, engaged in meaningful conversation, or joking with the rest of the party. She imagined they could have been very good friends if he took slightly less amusement in playing at seducing her.

Or if she didn’t wish so desperately that he weren’t playing.

For a few precious hours she’d dared to believe he was serious. No one had ever flirted with her before, and he was so handsome, and yes, he’d tried to kill her, but she’d been more than willing to forgive that particular offense if it meant she would no longer have to resign herself to the overwhelming likelihood of dying a virgin (she knew how pathetic that sounded, but there was a bloody Blight going on, and beggars couldn’t afford to be choosers). But then he’d started flirting with everyone else, and Solona had understood.

He wasn’t interested in her. He just liked flirting.

She couldn’t believe she’d ever been foolish enough to believe otherwise. She knew what she looked like. She was chubby, no taller than an elf, could not so much as look at a sunny day without sprouting a dozen new freckles, and had an unruly mane of not-quite-brown, not-quite-blond hair that stuck out at odd angles even when she wound it tightly into a bun. She’d been a laughably easy target back at Kinloch Hold, and that was even before her twenty-first birthday had come and gone, granting her the dubious honor of being the oldest virgin in the Circle and earning her the horrid nickname ‘Saint Solona’ as though her continued chastity were born of some prudishness of her own rather than everyone else’s refusal to have sex with her.

No one had ever fancied her. It was absurd to think anyone ever could.

Well, no—that wasn’t entirely true. Cullen had fancied her. But he hadn’t bothered to tell her so until it was far too late for them to do anything about it, and after what had happened during Uldred’s rebellion…

No. It didn’t bear thinking on. It was done now, and there was no use in regretting the things she couldn’t change. Like the inevitability of dying alone and untouched, the crueler part of her mind supplied helpfully.

She scowled, suddenly in even less of a mood for Zevran’s nonsense.

In the grand scheme of things, his teasing was probably was a stupid thing to be bothered by. However much it felt like he was deliberately taunting her, she knew he was just having a laugh and that it was ultimately nothing personal. And yet, despite constantly reminding herself of precisely that, the playful mockery never failed get a rise out of her, which only encouraged him to do it more frequently.

Much more frequently. While originally he’d flirted indiscriminately with the entire party, he’d been focusing solely on her for months now, to the point where it seemed that half of their interactions ended with her stomping off in frustration. It wasn’t a tendency she was proud of, and lately she’d begun to resort to simply avoiding him.

Or not so simply. Avoiding someone was actually stunningly difficult when you shared a camp.

Apparently, Zevran was keen to make it just as difficult in Redcliffe.

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I Knew I Would See You Again (”Why Now?” Part 2) - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

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Hello again, I noticed that you liked my first imagine „Why Now?” and I decided to do a part two of it! Some people also asked me to. I am very happy that you liked part one, you guys amazed me! I really didn’t expect that, thank you for reading it! If you didn’t read „Why Now?” and just came across this imagine, please click above on Part 1 to read, although you will not understand anything. I also made a special page where I will post all of my Imagines. It’s down here:




About this part I still don’t have any warnings to do because it’s too innocent, haha. I don’t own any of the TV series’s rights and the persons I’m mentioning here aren’t like that in the real life. This is just a story made up by me, meaning that the descriptions of the characters that I’m writing about are based on how the Riverdale’s cast is portraying them. It’s a work of fiction. Enjoy your reading. xx

PLOT: You stayed in Houston for a year. During all this time, you’ve managed to get in touch with your friends who have made you aware of everything that has happened in Riverdale so far. Even so, you missed them a lot and as soon as summer came, you informed your parents that you are going back to your hometown to celebrate your  18th birthday. You are about to find things that will make you regret you have not been with your friends, but most importantly, you will see him again.

You didn’t even feel how time had passed. It’s been a year, a whole year since you left Riverdale for a fresh start and for a better life. It wasn’t like that for you, you had no idea how you got through it. You only wanted the things to be good between you and your parents, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You’ve suffered and if you’re gonna remember the day you left … The way things went off, you would probably feel sorry. You were absolutely convinced that you weren’t going to disappoint Veronica, Archie, Betty … Jughead, they knew that too. Every one of them kept their word: Archie called you every single day, you would talk to him for hours and he would finally sing something short just to cheer you up. You wouldn’t forget to ask him if Jughead was alright and he would say that he would never lie to you about anything. Archie and Jughead were best friends, you knew he would never abandon Jughead. You and Veronica would facetime everytime you were free. You always told her that Houston is a nice place and that you feel very good here, but you wouldn’t be convincing. It wasn’t the fact that you hated that place, it was just the fact that you knew anyone around here. You were the new girl, the new neighbor … It was tiring for you. Eventually Veronica would make you laugh even if you couldn’t even smile and you would almost fall asleep while talking to her. The blonde one – Betty, was the most worried about you.  She would ask you thousands of times if you are okay and send you a lot of pictures with her and the others so you can watch them whenever the longing became too intense. They made you forget, somehow. For a while, it wasn’t enough.

Then, everything started to get easier. You were accommodating with your new school’s schedule, studying most of the time and getting ready for exams. Sometimes you would think of how you used to eat lunch with Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead outside and how anyone could make you feel as they did. There was no fun. There weren’t delicious chocolate milkshakes as the ones at Pop’s were. There was no one named Jughead who would wear his crown-shaped beanie even if he was inside of a house. It was incredibly hard for you not to think about him all this time. You remembered how you cried the first night away from Riverdale and how lonely you felt. Jughead called you that night, you could barely talk. He tried to calm you down, but it wasn’t possible. You simply left him alone after he confessed he liked you. After he tried to show his true feelings towards you. You always knew how odd he felt doing it, and you could imagine how hard it was for him. And you did what? You were miles away. You would have understood him if he was mad at you, though he said he wasn’t. You almost wanted him too. What if everytime you hung up the phone, he will not talk to anyone else for a long time? What if he wasn’t himself anymore? What if he was stuck? You’re still asking this and you are afraid of a real answer. You felt him so close to you than he have ever been before and you couldn’t show him the same feelings. Sometimes you would want to feel his body pressed to yours, to cuddle him because you never had the chance to do that. Your mother was the first one to fiind out how it was with this Jughead guy, you didn’t need to explain anything to her. She saw you being affected and tried to make you feel better. You didn’t let her. Neither your dad. It was their fault. It took you long enough to get used to the idea, still, you haven’t looked for any other boy’s affection.

When summer came, you knew you had a chance. You talked with Veronica in time, telling her you plan to come back to Riverdale for your birthday. She almost started to scream from happiness when you told her that, but you mentioned her not to tell Archie, Betty or Jughead about that. You wanted to be a surprise. She told you you’d spend the night at her when you got there and assured you she’d keep her mouth shut. Both of you were so excited. You couldn’t help but think about everyone’s faces when they’ll see you. You couldn’t wait to see them too, it was like you were already feeling their giant tight hug against your body. You asked your parents to let you go back, you could not forget this important detail. They couldn’t believe it when they heard you. Your father was red from anger. „No way!” they both would tell you. Of course you couldn’t accept that, so you continued to beg for their approval. They did not want you to leave because they wanted you to be with them on your birthday, not in that town. They seemed so disgusted, as if they had not lived there once. You did everything in your power until you were able to convince them. You promised a short term, after which you would come back home. You needed your friends and some more familiar surroundings for a while. They understood it hard, but you were glad that they did. You were excited to see even Cheryl who was never incredibly excited about your presence. You heard a lot of shocking news about her brother’s death and you wanted to find out more. Veronica didn’t give you too many details, she wanted to play with you. You wanted Cheryl and her family to be okay after all the rumblings they’ve been through since the tragedy.

So the days have passed quite fast with you trying to fullfill your time as much as possible so you wouldn’t need to wait that long. You suddenly saw yourself with all the luggage done, almost as if you wanted to live faster than you should’ve. Jughead noticed how changed you were every time he called you and you felt him quite surprised. He got used to make you feel better, and to smile sweetly and cheeky everytime you two would facetime. It was funny to lie him ’cause it wasn’t anything serious, you couldn’t wait to meet his mesmerizing green eyes again.

This time you’ll tell him too. You’ll tell him everything.


You couldn’t stand the place. The taxi driver seemed to drive too slow for your patience. The night was still young. You were so close to your hometown again, you couldn’t believe it. You thought it was a dream, wanting someone to pinch you.  You blinked many times, looking out the window and admiring the landscape. You missed the strange appearance of Riverdale because you still were used to it. You’d have preferred this silence than all that noise in Houston.  Before you leave home, your mom and dad have warned you: you were not allowed to break your promise. You asked them to come with you so that you will be together on your birthday, it wouldn’t bother you. But your father had his job and wouldn’t let just your mother to come with you. You kinda felt that once you’ll see your friends, you couldn’t leave anymore. But nobody had to know that yet.

You took your phone out of your pocket and checked to see if Veronica texted you. Until now she constantly did that, she couldn’t wait to see you, God. You wondered if she was still the same as you knew her. You wondered if her family was okay, you wanted to know if her love life was up and you wished she didn’t suffer because of your departure. You felt like you couldn’t resist much more, it’s been so long

You asked the taxi driver to leave you a little farther from Veronica’s house because you didn’t wanted her to see you or wait for you. You just walked a little, and you never imagined it could be so hard with all the luggage and emotions that were not going to leave you too soon. You immediately recognized the huge building and increased your peace. A little more.

A man opened the door for you when he saw you wearing so much weight. You mumbled a „thank you” and then entered, leading directly to Veronica’s apartment. Standing in front of the door you felt your knees weak. You took a deep breath and the knocked at the door.

Almost immediately you heard Veronica’s voice from the inside:

„Y/N should be there in a few moments.” You couldn’t help but smile when you heard the sound of the door opening.

After that, you just felt like your strength was gone.

A tall girl dressed in a red top and some skinny black jeans looked at you from head to toe. Her dark hair was left free and hang just above her shoulders, as you were used with her wearing it like that. You whined and you covered you mouth with your hand, slipping the suitcasses on the floor.

„Oh my God.” You heard Veronica exhaling. It could’ve happen literally everything in this moment and you would notice nothing but one of your dearest friends who was looking at you extremly shocked. „Oh my God!” You heard her again. „Y/N!” She wrapped her hands around your neck and squealed. You felt like your heartbeats stopped.

„Hello to you too, Veronica” You tried to say even if you felt like she was strangling you.

„Jessus Christ, are you kidding me, Y/N?! Why didn’t you tell me that- …”

„I guess I wanted to surprise you?” She faced you when she heard your voice. Her eyes were full of life. It practically screamed: „This is the real home you need!

„Hell, I missed you so much!” She yelled, hugging you again. You started to laugh, but you were too excited, so it came out more like a trembling moan. You weren’t allowed to cry.

„I missed you too!” You stroked her back until you heard her mother’s voice from inside the apartment. The door was wide open. „Wha-What have you been doing lately?” You swallowed a lump in your throat trying to stay still on you own two feets.

She tried to answer you but Hermione interrupted her from behind.

„Veronica hun’, what was that- …” She stopped when she saw you. „Wait, is this …” Veronica turned her head to her, nodding quickly.

„It’s Y/N mom! Look at her!”

Hermione smiled warmly.

„What are you doing here, dear? It’s so unexpected, I can’t believe you’re back.”

„I needed to come back here. You have no idea how hard it was for me in the last months …” Veronica held her arm on your upper back. Now you only needed a few minutes. Your friend had to tell you everything that happened while you were away.

„Come in. Don’t stay there, we have pretentious neighbours.” Hermione said. You missed the way she treated you, sometimes she would have been better than your own mother. You entered the luxurious apartment, looking around. Nothing was changed. You’ve noticed all the things in their place, the couch on which you and Veronica used to fall asleep while watching movies, the glass coffee table, the plants … Too familiar.

The two women helped you to carry your luggage and immediately afterwards you sat down on the couch. You felt that Veronica and Hermione were fighting about who will be the one to ask you the first question. There had been nothing special in the city where you stayed, nothing to tell about.

„Everyone will freak out when they’ll see you. Tell me, how is it? How’s Houston?” Veronica asked, coming closer to you.

„Horrendous without you guys. I’m so glad I made my parents let me come.” You sighed.

„Ronnie told me about this. How did they agree?” Veronica’s mother asked.

„I think it was a miracle. I begged them like a dog.” You joked. „Only once I can reach my eighteens. If they did not want to accompany me I had nothing to do.”

„Don’t think about it, you’re here now. That’s what matters the most.” Mumbled Veronica. Her mother was agreeing. ”We really missed you, Y/N, all of us.” You knew it and couldn’t think about anything else. Your heart was empty without them, you imagined that this place was empty too without you all. After all, your group was the soul of Riverdale.

You turned your head to the dark-haired girl.

„I need to know everything. What happened here?” Although you were worried about the answers you were going to receive, nothing will be the same if you didn’t fiind out. You saw Hermione standing up and telling you she will leave you two alone so you can talk. Curious, you looked straight into your friend’s eyes. She started with the beginning. You found out that just a few months after you moved away, Jughead’s father was the main suspect in Jason Blossom’s death. When Jughead had told you about him he believed he couldn’t be guilty of anything. He trusted his father after all, because if he wouldn’t, he would have no one to support him. Veronica’s words scared you because yeah, mr. Jones seemed dangerous but he wasn’t a killer. Plus, when Jason was shot, Jughead’s father worked with Fred Andrews. So it couldn’t be true.

Then, Ronnie started to tell you about the relationship between Jughead and his dad which began to tense when the police was after him. They fought often and Jughead slept for a few days inside the school because he didn’t want to bother Archie anymore. He was destroyed during that time, Archie hardly persuaded him to come back. You imagined a scared, teary Jughead who walked alone on the same streets he was once walking you home on. Your heart skipped a beat.

„Please tell me you took care of him.” You said slowly. Veronica nodded.

„Betty was there for him.” As soon as you heard that sentence, your eyebrows furrowed. You felt shivers on your back. Although you knew that wasn’t her intention, you felt Veronica blaming you, somehow. She didn’t say that it was your fault, it was just the fact that Betty comforted the boy you left behind instead of you. And you weren’t jelous or something, it just … Didn’t feel right. The brunette looked at you cautiously before continuing. Maybe you weren’t prepared to hear her next words. Jughead and Betty were together at some point. You just blinked. Betty was the person who managed to be by his side when you couldn’t.

But you were okay with that.

„It didn’t last long. They broke up after two months.” Continued Veronica. „He thought he could see her the way he saw you.”

„How do you - …” How did Veronica know about Jughead’s feelings towards you? He would not tell anyone, he waited until the last moment to tell you.

„He told us but Archie figured out first.” You remembered the way they would tease you about how you and Jughead were acting in each other’s company. You would’ve smiled if you weren’t worried. „’You alright?” Ronnie asked you.

„I think so. It’s nothing.” You said. As long as you were concerned, things got a bit out of control, you understood that when you realized it was still not sure who Jason’s killer was. Even without you, your friends were trying to find out. Someone was lying and the Blossom family didn’t know what to do.

„I mean, how, Veronica? It’s been a year!” You exclaimed trying to find an appropriate answer in your head.

„It’s complicated. Everyone tell us that.”

Everything was complicated. When you wanted to come back, you were expecting that. You felt that overwhelming sensation again. The negative energy ruled every corner of your body but you welcomed it back with pleasure. If your mom and dad would fiind out what you have found out tonight, they would probably be here within an hour to take you back to Houston. Were you happy feeling so uncertain?

„Tomorrow’s the day. Betty, Archie and Jughead need to know you are back.” After a few minutes when the atmosphere was quiet, your friend’s voice was heard. You did not have the strength to retaliate after all you just heard. Your birthday was in two days and you still had things to do. You were supposed to get ready for seeing him again.

That night, after you talked a bit with Hermione too, you slept with Veronica in her king-size bed. The Blossom’s red hair appeared in front of your eyes everytime you closed them. You almost felt everything Jughead felt when he was alone, barely able to fall asleep.

„Don’t worry, Y/N. You have to feel good. Don’t ruin your time here.” Veronica also told you.

„I’m fine. I know it’ll be fine.”

The next morning Veronica woke you up early so you could dress. She had spoken with Archie and he had invited her to take breakfast at his place. You felt tired but it couldn’t compare to the butterflies you felt in your stomach knowing what yo were about to do. Jughead’s face popped up inside your head. You couldn’t wait to open your arms and let him hug you. Or you would be the one to hug him? It didn’t really matter as long as you were about to feel him that close again. 

„C’mon.” Veronica said, opening the door for you. You said goodbye to Hermione, the you stepped out of the apartment, following your friend. 

„I am so nervous.” You said, as the road shortened and you were getting closer to Archie’s home.

„Well, I’m excited.” Ronnie clapped. You tried to calm down your emotions but it wasn’t possible. You imagined Jughead and Archie, you imaged how Archie’s house looked like and before you knew it, Veronica tried to make sure if she could knock on the door or just enter the house without any announcement.

„Breathe.” She whispered to you once you two stepped in. Before you could say something more, she screamed. „Archie, I’m here!” You tried to stop her but you couldn’t. Then, you heard footsteps approaching. 

„You’re right in time.” Your redhead’s voice was thicker than usual. „The pancakes are- …” But when he saw you, it seemed like his voice vanished.”Y/N?!” You tried to smile as innocently as you could.

„Surprise!” His mouth was already wide open. He slowly approached you as if he was afraid you would disappear.

„No freaking way.” You heard him say. You felt his strong arms wrapped around your waist immediately. You tried to look at Veronica and meeting her gaze, you saw her mouthing an „I told you.” 

„Oh my God, Archie.” You murmured. You felt he was beyond surprised. 

„Are you real? I thought you would never come back …”

„I’m here. One hundred percent real.” You assured him, patting his back. „It’s my birthday tomorrow. I wanted to be here.” He looked at you and for a second, you really thought he was about to start crying. You couldn’t imagine a crying Archie, instead, you wanted to cry so bad. „I miss- …” You tried to speak but he suddenly grabbed your hand. You got through the hallway to the kitchen where you smelled the old delicious pancakes with maple syrup. Then, as if it was a dream, you saw one well-known figure.

You started shaking. Your chest was tightening.

„Hey, Jug?” Archie called him. He turned his head to him but he didn’t notice you at first. Just a minute later, he froze.

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„Jughead.” You breathed. If Archie and Veronica would not watch you now, you probably would have gone to him and attacked his lips in a well-deserved kiss. You were as speechless as he was.

He didn’t say a word. Instead, you saw him approaching you. He looked you deep in the eyes and touched your cheeks with his palms. His eyes were watery. No. Please Don’t.

„Y/N?” Your name fell out of his mouth as a weak whisper. He was still wearing his beanie, but this time it was a different color. You hugged him tightly and you whined in his chest.

„I’m sorry.” You told him. You still felt extremely guilty. You didn’t want to hurt him anymore. You wanted to feel him happy. As happy as he was never before.

„Don’t say that. It wasn’t your choice.”

You leaned your forehead to his. 

„Guys?” You almost forgot about the boy and the girl who were awkwardly standing behind you. Archie talked first.

„I’ll call Betty.”

Jughead stepped back and looked at you in owe. You wished he would’ve kiss you without shame. You couldn’t say that loud.

Exactly like that, you enjoyed the presence of your old friends all day long. It honestly felt like it wasn’t real. After so long, you were seeing them again. And when Betty arrived and saw you standing there, you couldn’t handle it anymore and started to cry while you hugged her. They grew up too. You even noticed a small scratch on Jughead’s cheek, and when you asked him about it, he told you that Archie had mistakenly hit him with the joystick in the face when he lost a round at his favorite video game.

„You, silly.” You said, giggling.

Everythig was perfect. You didn’t even dare to ask about Cheryl and her family because you didn’t want to ruin anything. Your friends were incredibly enthusiastic about your returning because they wanted you to have the best birthday ever. Jughead held your hand whenever he had the chance and he didn’t even care if the others were watching you, not even Betty. You felt sorry for her because it was, after all, her ex-boyfriend. She wasn’t bothered at all, she was happy that you were around. You didn’t feel how time passed and before you knew it, looking out the window, it was already dark outside. Until now you’ve been around and at Pop’s with your friends, then you stood in front of the highschool and talked about every possible thing. You also visited Archie’s dad, who was surprised to see you; he was in the middle of a phone call and started balding when he saw you. You wanted to laugh but you didn’t, though.

Right now you and Jughead were on your way to his dad’s trailer. You needed some time alone with him, and around Archie, Betty and Veronica you could not get your plan done. Your hands were intertwined, you felt something strange in your stomach.

„This day was simply amazing. Thank you for welcoming me back this way.” You said.

„Stop thanking us, Y/N. Everyone’s glad that you’re back.” You felt Jughead’s big thumb brushing over your palm. „Will you leave again?” He then asked, in a low tone. 

„I have to.” You answered. You wouldn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stay. Your parents would lock you in your room forever.

You two enjoyed the silence until you arrived and noticed that Jughead’s father didn’t seem to be around. You stood outside. It was hot and the wind was blowing slowly. You leaned your back against the trailer and looked up to the sky.

„Jughead?” He looked at you while his arms were crossed to his chest. „Are you okay?”

„I am.” He nodded. But you didn’t mean that.

„No, are you okay?” You became serious bitting the inside of your cheek. You watched him coming near you. He sighed.

„Yes, Y/N. I am.” You wanted him to tell you how horrible he felt without you, you wanted him to blame you and you wanted him to be angry at you. He wasn’t. He was just enjoying your company. You were an awful person, you knew that.

„I heard about you and Betty.” You spoke out of blue. In a few seconds, he turned his head towards you. 

„Does that bother you? Because- …”

„Jughead relax. It’s okay, I’m okay with that. Don’t worry.”


„You know …” He started. „I never stopped thinking of you. Like it only felt right when I was with you.” You felt your throat dry. Your lower lip was already between your teeth and something was devouring you on the inside. You turned your head to him and caught his sad expression. You opened your mouth but no words came out. Before you could figure it out, the space between you and the Jughead began to shrink. In the next moment, it happened. 

His lips stuck to yours as if they were simply meant to be there. Something exploded inside of you. You whimpered instinctively driving your hand to his cheek. Your body pressed more against the trailer behind you while you two kissed deeply and truly. It wasn’t a tongue kiss, it could’ve been just as passionate. You slowly raised your hands up to the end of his beanie and squeezed the little dark hair which was stuck out. You felt him trembeling in the kiss and you knew it was too much for him. But he wouldn’t stop, for you. He pressed his chest to yours and you felt his heart beating. You melted, then and there.

You didn’t know you had your eyes closed until you opened them to look at him while he slowly interrupted the beautiful kiss. He licked his lips, shy and you smiled.

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„You have no idea how good is to know that my father isn’t here now.” He murmured, looking at you with such loving eyes. You didn’t expect him to be like that. 

How amazing he was.

„I like you too, Jug.” You whispered, somehow scared that he would just shut you off.

I knew I would see you again.” He answered, smiling softly. „I don’t want you to leave again, Y/N.” He confessed, staring at the wet ground. 

„I don’t want that either.” When you thought about that, you made yourself sad. You didn’t want to be sad at this moment, you just had the most beautiful kiss in your life. The first kiss that really felt that real. Jughead was always real, he was here all this time, he still was. How unbelievable it was, it was true.

„I think it’s midnight.” You felt his hand reaching to yours again. 

„Maybe …” You said feeling empty. 

Happy birthday, Y/N.” Your smile though it was not as big as it should’ve been, it was there. You wanted to push everything away, every bad thought, every cry for help … You just wanted him. You felt your head being turned to him again, this time for him to kiss you for the second time. He hugged your frame with so much care that you could’ve even break into his arms as well, because he would have stick together all your pieces, all of your parts. It was hard to attach by someone when you knew very well that you both get hurt in the end.

But what if this wasn’t your end?  

It’s here! This is the last part of „Why Now?” imagine. I really hope you’ll like it, I already like to write stuff like this for you. What do you think about it? ’Hope it’s not too sad or something, usually I can handle to write sad stuff, I like it. Thank you so much for your reblogs and hearts, it really means a lot to me! And if you ever want to talk don’t hesitate to give me a message. Or ask me a question. Both are okay. Thank you for reading!

My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

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The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”


Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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from the aus to consider: "we live in different countries and got paired up as pen pals for a project for school" bc all my friends are long distance and i'm a sucker for pen pals. ps. i rlly love your fics but i am too Shy™ to come off anon


Dear Bucky,

How are you? My name is Steve. I’m nine and go to school in Brooklyn, New York. Why are you named Bucky? How is Indiana? My teacher says my letter has to be a page long, which is why I am asking so many questions. She also said I could not talk about the Dodger’s last game because you probably didn’t watch it. Can you read my handwriting? My mom says I don’t have good handwriting, which makes me sad. But I do spell really well. Do you speak other languages? I don’t. My mom can speak Spanish and I will start learning Spanish next year. Please write to me and soon. I am excited to talk to someone so far away!



Dear Steve,

Hi, I am good, thank you for asking. I’m Bucky and I live in Moscow, Russia. I am American but my dad works for the government and they moved us here two years ago. I don’t always like it in Russia. I used to live in Indiana. I didn’t watch the Dodgers game because my family roots for the Cubs. They lose a lot. I think you have fine handwriting. I also speak some Russian but not a lot. I mostly can ask questions about where the bathroom is. I have a cat named Milky. She’s white. Do you have any pets? I want to hear from you soon, even though we only had to write the one letter for class. Can you send me a picture? I sent you one of me by a museum in Russia.



So that’s how it starts.


12:00 AM



12:00 AM

Don’t you mean ‘have a very happy eighteenth birthday Steve, light of my life’?


12:01 AM

No, I mean happy birthday America. Don’t put words in my mouth, Steve. We’ve been friends for nine years. You should know better.


12:03 AM

Wow Buck. Thanks for ruining my birthday.


12:04 AM

RUDE. I was just celebrating America’s birthday because that’s where I am. Right now.


12:04 AM



12:05 AM

Aren’t you in St. Petersburg?


12:07 AM

Maybe you wanna come downstairs.

Steve jumps out of bed, legs tangled in his blankets. He nearly trips, but that doesn’t stop him. Steve takes the stairs two at a time, thundering down until he’s in the living room.

And there’s Bucky, standing next to Steve’s mom, beaming.

“Steve, look who’s here!” Sarah Rogers says, grinning as she gestures to Bucky. Her grin turns into a chuckle as she notices that her only son came downstairs in a pair of plaid boxers, a black tank top and bedhead. “Dear, you could’ve put on some pants,” she says.

Steve loves his mom, but he ignores her.

“Bucky?” he asks.

Bucky nods. He’s a little shorter than Steve expected him to be in person. It makes Steve grin.

“Hi Steve,” Bucky says. “Happy birthday.”

It takes Steve about three seconds to close the space between them and wrap Bucky in a huge hug, his leather jacket kind of cool against Steve’s skin.

Bucky chuckles, low and soft next to Steve’s ear. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says.

“I’ve known you forever, jerk,” Steve says, then pulls back a little, just to take Bucky in. “Hi,” he says.

And then Bucky leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s lips. “Hi,” he whispers back.

Steve blinks a few times, surprised. “Buck?” he asks.

“I wanted to wait until I could see you in person,” Bucky says. “You, uh… right?”

“What?” Steve asks, starting to smile.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“You like me,” Steve says.

Bucky nods. “Yeah, I do.”

“I like you, too,” Steve says.

Bucky nods again. “Yeah,” he says. “You do.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Happy birthday Steve,” she says. “I’m going to bed.”

Bucky laughs, then looks over at her. “Thanks for getting me the ticket over here, Mrs. Rogers,” he says.

“It’s no problem. Now you two… have fun.”

Bucky laughs. “We will,” he says, looking back at Steve. His eyes go soft. “We will.”


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…and then I had an aneurysm and died. I am writing to you from beyond the grave, Jaal.

I have no idea if this will go anywhere, but guys, Gemma Ryder and Jaal are a delight, and so is my apparent new obsession with epistolary fic.

(spoilers for Jaal’s loyalty mission and his romance)

To: The Dashing Angara Currently Squatting In My Tech Lab

From: The Pathfinder Currently Hating Her Life On Kadara


We’re seven hours into a four-day mission, and Peebee has nearly died twice. And no, both times weren’t because she pissed off Vetra. She got too close to a sulfur spring and almost boiled her lungs. 

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once upon a dream

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

◇ The palace always looked so perfect when you were looking in from the outside.

◇ Sehun x reader

◇ scarletheart!au

◇ this is kinda scarlet heart inspired but some things are different and the time line is a bit weird too lol / i also kinda rushed it bc i wanted to get something up??? Its also kinda angsty so yep


The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. Every morning, you prepared the Queen her tea; chamomile, always, because she got easily stressed and was in dire need of a cup of calm.

After helping the Queen get dressed with four or five other hand maidens who really weren’t needed, you would follow the Queen wherever she went. Well, you and 5 other girls. Standing in twos, one row after the other, head bent to the ground and eyes timid and obedient.

You despised it.

Around afternoon, the Queen would be visited by her sons — usually the younger ones, because the elder princes were busy with running the kingdom.

There were 12 in total, but only 3 were hers. The others were sons of concubines, but the Queen was lucky to have had the eldest — Crown Prince Minseok. The second eldest of her sons was the 7th prince, Prince Jongdae, and then the youngest of all the princes, Prince Sehun.

You didn’t think it was fair at all, the life you had to live. And you weren’t even on the worst end of the spectrum! The peasants — they lived even worse. Many a time you had heard about how they scrapped for food, never washed and died from diseases you could easily cure in the palace. On the rare occasion that you were permitted to leave the castle, you were astounded by the rags that hung off their haggard bodies. Because of your job that you took at a young age, you had never had to experience such trouble.

But step into the castle, and it was a completely different story. The Queen never wore the same thing twice. Her clothes were made from the finest linen and silk, her jewellery intertwining vines of gold and precious stones. She drank the finest brewed tea, harvested from private land, and she ate the best cuts of meat. You would never see any of the royal family scrapping for food.

You wanted to hate them. All of them. But you couldn’t — not when your mind was plagued with thoughts of a person you could never have but still wanted.

Not when you were in love with the 12th prince.


Your first encounter with Sehun took place when you were merely fifteen years of age — and he, seventeen.

You began as a simple palace servant girl, washing laundry in the nearby river to make money to feed your family. Your hands always ached and you felt as if you would turn blue from the icy coldness of the water, but nobody seemed to care.

As the youngest of the group of girls who were washing maids too, you were often given the largest pile which resulted in long hours and staying out until late to finish up.

You hadn’t eaten all day, your body was weak, the water was cold and your hands were numbing. You used all of your remaining strength on trying to get the sheets as clean as possible — and before you knew it, you began to get dizzy.

You barely had enough strength left in you to register the fatigue pulsing through your body, before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell face first into the shallow water.

When you first wake, it feels hard to breathe — like something is clogging your lungs. It hurts to breathe, your chest aches and your throat is sore, and every time you inhale you can feel something that’s not supposed to be there in your lungs, and instinctively, you begin to cough erratically. You’re horrified to find water spilling out of your mouth from seemingly nowhere.

Your cloudy vision begins to clear, and your eyebrows furrow when you’re met with a ceiling instead of the night sky. And not the ceiling of the maid’s quarters, because you know that all too well.

“I am glad to see that you are awake.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the voice that resounds from your right, and you feel panic rise in your chest when you sit up and catch a glimpse of a luxuriously decorated room. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

“You know, it is mannerly to face the man who saved you.”

And so you turn, and you’re not faced with a man. You’re faced with a boy — the 12th prince, and automatically you’re rising to your knees despite the weakness in your body and hurriedly moving the bow. There are tears in your eyes because you’re well aware that this means the end of your career and your family is barely scraping by as it is—

You hear him sigh, and suddenly there’s a hand on your bicep pulling you up until you’re sitting back on your knees. You focus your gaze on anything that isn’t his eyes, including the candles burning a few metres away and the blue cloth of his robes.

“I don’t need you to bow,” he chastises, “I want to know why you were out so late, and alone, too. Where were the other maids?”

“S-sleeping, Your Highness,” you manage to whisper, inhaling a shaky breath. “I was finishing up my washing load. I-I’m sorry for bothering you, Your Highness.”

He ignores your apology, instead choosing to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “The Royal Physician said that you are malnourished. You are in no condition to be working…”

“I must work!” You cry hurriedly, a gasp following your statement when you realised that you just spoke without permission. “Please, forgive me, Your Highness, I—”

“You can speak,” he murmurs, “I will not punish you for speaking. I want to know why you’re working when you need to rest.”

His naivety astounds you. How nice it must be to live ignorantly within the castle walls. You’re not required to work, every sickness is cured, and you don’t have to beg for one morsel of food.

“I-I am a maid,” you say, confusion coating your words. Surely, he knew how his servants were living? “My wellbeing is not relevant. I must earn money for my family.”

“Surely, your parents work as well? Do you not have any siblings?”

“My father died years ago,” you frown. “My mother has recently contracted the plague that is terrorising outside of the castle. And I am the eldest of five. My siblings are merely children.”

He stays silent, but you can see the confusion and disbelief on his features. As minutes pass, you’re reminded that you have to return to your quarters so that you can at least get a few hours of sleep.

You bow your head deeply. “I apologise for troubling you, Your Highness. I must return to my quarters.”

You clamber up from what you realise with burning cheeks is his bed, and you’re ashamed of the indecency that you had displayed. You had only started working mere months ago! You could not jeopardise your source of income.

You vowed to never speak to the prince ever again. After all, you were a maid, and he was royalty. You had to be breaking at least one law — but the prince had other ideas.

Just a day after your incident with the prince, you were promoted to a court lady. You were in complete disbelief, for there were maids that had been in the palace for longer than you that had not been promoted. You were given a larger pay, better clothes, and you were required to run the bathhouse that the princes and the princess frequented.

It was no coincidence that on top of this, you seemed to orchestrate the 12th prince’s baths more than any of the others. He would ask you how you were adjusting, if you had eaten, how your mother and siblings were.

And then, as you grew older together, he began to ask you to accompany him for walks around the Royal Gardens, or to drink tea with him. He enjoyed visiting libraries too, and though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for toys too. But he couldn’t indulge in them too often, for it was almost time to celebrate his 20th birthday, and it was indecent to act in such a manner.

It was on the night of his 20th birthday that he first kissed you.

You met him in an almost abandoned area of the Royal Gardens, a place that went unseen for a majority of the year by most people. You brought him a special type of tea that you had bargained for with foreign traders, and expressed your gratitude that you would get to see him live another year.

And he had kissed you, and you had enjoyed it.


Your mother grows more sick as each day passes. She had survived the plague from many years ago, but it had made her body weak and frail. She couldn’t work, and your siblings struggled to earn enough money for her treatments — after all, your mother had made you promise that you spent your money on food and clothing.

She dies on a sunny evening when the flowers are blooming and even the poorest peasants manage to be happy. You don’t get the news until a few days after when you are finally allowed a break from working, and the realisation that you had been living happily while your siblings mourned made you feel sick to the stomach.

But you couldn’t mourn. Not now, not ever. Sehun was worried that you hadn’t shed a tear for your mother’s passing, but you couldn’t afford to. You had more incentive to continue working now more than ever, and despite the 12th prince’s concern, you worked harder than ever.

He brought you flowers and held you close in the shelter of the large tree in the deepest part of the Royal Gardens. He offered to pay for a new home for your family, but as always, you refused. How suspicious would it look if you were suddenly able to afford a better house? Inappropriate relations with royalty were punishable by death.

It was a reality that you had to face, anyway: your mother was dead. And the fact that you had to face that reality made you hate life in the palace even more, where everything seemed to be completely perfect. However, like most things, under the surface was a different story.

The Crown Prince was sick. You were forbidden from letting those words from slipping out of your lips, but you could see it. Everyone could. Minseok grew paler and more frail as each day passed. The few times that you drew him a bath, he was in a cold sweat and stared into nothingness when you asked him if he wanted anything else. His lips were chapped and almost purple.

With Minseok’s obvious demise approaching, people were talking within the palace. For one: who would be the next Crown Prince? Logically, it would be the 2nd prince Luhan, but multiple times he had refused the throne. So the 3rd prince, then, Yifan. But there was one large problem with that.

He was power hungry. He aspired to be King, unlike most of his siblings, and who knew the lengths he would go through to make sure his position wasn’t threatened? The atmosphere in the castle was darkening, and the people both outside and inside the castle were unsettled.

The palace was beautiful at night. Since your promotion to hand maiden for the Queen, you had barely got to walk outside alone. But now, with the moon as your only light and the wind as your company, you felt as if you could breath.

In some way, you were glad for the distraction. It stopped you from thinking of your mother, and in turn stopped you from breaking down when you were meant to be alerting the court ladies at the bathhouse of the Queens emergency bath.

It’s only when you’re about to exit the main area of the palace and begin your walk to the bathhouse that you’re interrupted by the very man that plagued your thoughts.

Sehun walks in the opposite direction that you do, his eyes set on you. You’re prepared to completely ignore him, like you usually do in public, and you’re completely taken aback when he grasps your wrists.

“Your Highness!” Your eyes widen, but he gives you no time to question him. He drags you towards the gardens beside the pathway, until you come to a stop surrounded by the beautiful flowers that bloomed under the hard work of the grounds’ keeper. “Sehun—”

“We have to leave,” he pants. You look closer at his face, and you find yourself frowning at the clammy, pale skin and dried lips. “My love, we have to leave.”

Leave?” You mumble incredulously, eyebrows knitting together. “I have to inform the court ladies of the Queen’s bath! Why ever would we leave—?”

“Listen to me!” Sehun exclaims, grasping your hands shakily in his. “Minseok — Minseok is dead.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach.“ D-dead?”

“Yifan ordered soldiers to kill him,” Sehun continues, glancing around frantically. “Yifan has been poisoning Minseok with mercury for years.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as Sehun keeps rambling, and your chest suddenly feels tighter than usual.

“Yifan’s soldiers killed Baekhyun,” he finishes with a shaky breath, his eyes glassed over. “He’ll come after the rest of us. That’s why I’m here: run away with me.”

“Run away?” You echo. Your immediate response is to say yes, but you have to think deeper. “I have family Sehun. I can’t leave them alone. My siblings are only living because of the money I provide—!”

“We’ll take them with us,” he begs hurriedly. “All of us — my mother has a house just north of here. Nobody knows about it except me — they’ll never find us there.”

There’s hesitation painted on your features, and time is running out. You both duck hastily as you hear a band of soldiers run passed, shouting orders of ‘find them!’.

“Please,” he murmurs, his voice broken when he grasps your face between his hands. “I love you too much to leave you behind.”

“I… We—” Your words are cut off, but your tone is strong. You need to say this. You need to have closure. “Let’s go, then. Before the soldiers find us.”

He breaks into that beautiful smile he saved just for you, and you feel your heart lifting in elation — that is, of course, until your vision begins to get blurry, and you see the world around blacken.

“S—Sehun?” You cry out, your stomach twisting in realisation when suddenly there’s ruby red soaking through his robes. His skin fades to a paper white, his lips grey and veins standing out. “Sehun!”


Your lungs flutter for air just like they did all those years ago, except their is no charming prince to help you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

You’re breathing heavy, but you almost always are after your nightmares. It didn’t bother you — the real problem was the disgusting sensation of false hope lingering in your heart. You never wanted to believe what happened was true, but it didn’t stop the world from moving on.

Even if you tried to deny it, you know what happened.

Sehun was killed fighting alongside his brother Baekhyun. He never made it far enough to stop you and lead you into the gardens like he had done so many times before. He had not been able to declare his love for you one last time. You had not run away with him.

The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. You wished you could be an average hand maiden, especially when your heart breaks every night.

The Contest-Part 20

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After much debate, Jared and Jensen had convinced me that it would be much more fun if we surprised Nikki and Misha with the wedding reception/baby shower.  “So what cover story do we use to get them there?” Jensen had asked.

“I got it!” Jared had said.  “It’s almost Y/N’s birthday, so we can say I am throwing her a party for her birthday and because she’s staying on the show.” 

“This is good.  We can work with this.  You can ask Misha and Nikki to be the ones who get me there.,  I’ll make it REALLY hard on them. Nikki will bitch, but Jensen you can say you’re helping Jared set up.”  My mind was already whirling with possibilities.

The entire cast and crew had been sworn to secrecy.  I honestly had my doubts as to whether we were gonna be able to pull this off. Mark Sheppard couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.  Ruthie Connell was so excited she could barely contain herself.  Amateurs!

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Peter Pan Imagine/Who Are You?

You’re in Neverland, first time ever, and you hate him already, but somehow you ended up in his bed.

Warnings: SMUT, cussing, possessive Pan

You lived in StoryBrooke, a town that was known for it’s magical moments, and fairy tale people who you read as a kid, funny how you lived in a town with them, but when you ended up in Neverland you were not expecting the Peter pan that you knew in the story books, in fact, you met the complete opposite.

When you first arrived you were actually excited, you were always a fan of Peter Pan, you love the movie, the book, so why wouldn’t you like the real thing?

Just as you stepped foot on the soil of Neverland you heard the wonderful sounds that this place has to offer, the wind, the tree’s talking to you as they blow, telling all the secrets, the whistling and the chirps of the birds. As you close your eyes, letting it all in, this is where it all started. 

You heard a leaf crunch on the floor,

(Gasp) you turn around and see nothing. You shrug, maybe it was just my imagination you thought.

That’s when, you heard it again.

“Okay for sure it was something this time.”

You heard it once again but closer, as it was right behind you.

“Show yourself or I’ll make you!” you say as you turn around but nothing is there

“W-what?” you say nothing.

“You’ve got some guts yelling like that.”

You quickly turn around and you see a boy, a tall boy, with long legs, sharp cheekbones, beautiful eyes, chestnut brown hair, and furious eyebrows.

“Wh-who are you?” you ask with a semi confident tone.

“Who am I?” he raised up both eyebrows, but then quickly smirks and laughs.

That sent chills down your spine.

“I think I should be asking who YOU are.” he says in a cocky way.

“That’s none of your business, you must say yours.” with a demanding tone.

“That’s not how it goes, see you’re on my island, I tell you what to do, I tell you when to talk, I tell you what to do and when to do it.” he walks up to you, you are frightened, you are scared, you’re terrified, but you’re damn well not going to let him see that.

“Oh yeah? I’d be a complete idiot to let you control me, some wild boy who thinks he’s charge of this island.” you say

“I’m Peter Pan, I AM king of this island!” he raises his vice at you.

“YOU’RE Peter?”

“Its Pan to you.” he says sternly.

“Ill call you by your first name, your mother called you Peter, so I’m calling you Peter.”

“Call e that one more time and I swear I will make your life a living hell.”

“Pe-mother fucking ter.” you say as you look in his eyes.

“That’s it to the cages!” he yells.

5 days, you were in that cage for 5 days, nothing to eat, drink, and no one to talk to, you were going crazy.

Well that night the caged opened , with Peter right at the door, he gave you water and you near damn chugged that thing like your life depended on it, because well it did.

“Now , are you ready to be a good lost girl for me?” he said a sweet but evil voice.

You stood face to face with Pan himself.

He looked intimidated, but you could not let him see that.

“I’d rather die than be your lost girl.” you say.

Peter turns his face and chuckles. “Well, its your funeral.” he says as he pushes you back into the cage. 

You scream out of shock, no boy has ever laid his hands on you before, but Peter did, he didn’t care, he was pure evil, and you were just figuring this out.

For 2 months Peter would give you enough food and water to survive to make sure you stayed alive, but also to make sure you suffered.

You hated him, you hated him so much, but you couldn’t help but stare, when he would walk by, his jawline, when he licked his lips, his muscular arms, is was sickening, you were crushing over the boy who made your life hell, but little did you know he was thinking the same damn thing.

Peter’s Point Of View

Dammit, she was so damn beautiful, was it sick that I thought about her at night? Her plump lips, her rosy cheeks, her wavy hair, I knew it was terrible of me, but I couldn’t help it, as king of this island I couldn’t go back on my word, but for this once, I wanted her out, out of that cage, and have my right way right then and there, but I couldn’t do that, what would my lost boys think of me? They’d think I was weak, and once they saw that, it’s all over from there.

Regular Point Of View.

It was Peter’s birthday soon and all the lost boys were getting ridiculous crazy with the decorations, they had no idea what to do , nor how to cook, their cooking skills sucked, and you were an amazing chef, so you finally opened your mouth and said something.

“You know I can help.” you said

“The boys all stared at you, you knew all of them, and they all knew you, you had a mutual relationship, it was Peter who was an ass, not them.

“Yeah trust me we’d love if you helped but Pan would kill us.” Felix said

“Then talk him into it! Felix please I’ve been in this cage for almost 3 months, I need to get out, I don’t care if I’m making food for the person I hate the most, I just need to get out of here.” you pleaded to him.

“Alright, I’’ll be back.”

Felix walks to Peter’s door, but it’s open by Peter.

“Great the person I needed to see!.” Felix said.

Peter looks at Felix sideways. 

“Why the hell are you so perky?” he says as he starts to walk.

“I have a question.” Felix said

“Go on.” Peter says.

“The lost boys suck ass at cooking, you know this.” 

“Well duh.” Peter said.bluntly

“But the new lost girl, she’s a great cook.” 

“How would you know?” Peter turns around to raise a brow at Felix

“Oh she told me.” Felix said.

“So you believe anyone who tells you things?” Peter says as he folded his arms.

“Listen she can’t be worse than the lost boys.”

“Oh but she can poison me.” Peter looks into Felix eyes.

“You really think she’d do that?” Felix looked interested.

“Yes.” Peter looked around, then turned to Felix, “Alright, let her cook, but make sure you have an eye on her at all times, if she makes any suspicious moves put her to the cages right away.” he says.

“Good that.” Felix smiles.

About an hour later Felix came back to the camp and opened up your cage, you smiled and thanked him, you both waked to the kitchen and you quickly found your place, it was like you’ve been there forever.

You cooked a whole lot of food, chicken, rolls, even a cake for the birthday boy himself.

You felt good about yourself you cooked and baked, and it only took about 2 hours, but it felt good, to be doing something other than being stuck in a cage.

Peter let you stay out of the cage for his birthday, he was feeling nice tonight, so you all sat down and you got to get to know the lost boys, they were very funny and great boys, you wished you knew them sooner honestly.

You all waited for Peter’s arrival for he liked his lost boys to wait on him, no surprise.

He finally came out of the cabin, he had a crown and a scepter, you rolled your eyes, but clapped and cheered like everyone else.

“Your king has arrived, now lets celebrate!” he yelled

You guys played games like heads up 7 up, charades, never have I ever, and truth or dare. It was all fun and games until someone got too drunk, and the lost boys had to take care of him, most of the lost boys left and helped the poor guy, others just went to sleep, it was just you and Peter now, and it was honestly quite intimidating, but you would never let him know.

“So, are you ready to be my lost girl?” Peter said confidently.

“Hell no, are you ready to let me roam free on the island and do as I wish?” you say just as confidently back.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Tell me something.” he said as he swirled whatever was in is cup

“Tell you what.” you said sternly, not really a question, more of a answer

“Why do you do this?” He asked

“Do what?” you said a little confuse

“Try to act like someone you’re not.” He said as he said as he sipped his drink

“EXCUSE ME?” you yelled.

“I don’t like repeating myself dear.”

“How the hell do i try to act like someone I’m not?!” you continue to raise your voice

“The same reason you didn’t answer the first question I asked you.”

“I already denied your invitation to be your lost girl.” you said sternly

“That’s NOT the question I meant.” he stood up.

“What question?!” you yelled

“WHO ARE YOU?” he yelled

“I’m Y/n! There Are you happy? I’m Y/n a girl who’s lost-”

“No, no you’re not.” he said as he shook his head.

“What do you mean?” you whispered.

“You like to play this bad ass girl, the girl who is the leader of the group, the girl who takes no shit from no one right? The girl who is strong and independent, and what not.” Peter says, then his voice turns soft. “But you’re not, you’re the girl who is fucked up, who is constantly fidgeting with her fingers,  worried about what she looks like, worried about being perfect.”

“Screw you Peter!” You yell at him

“And yet you’re still not denying it.” he smirks and looks into your eyes.

“Oh like I don’t know who YOU are. You pretend to be this wanna be king, who is self centered and the world revolves around him, and everyone praises and loves him, who’s in charge , but the truth is you’re a stuck up little boy who is pissed off that he didn’t get his way so he moved to his own island to get what he wants!”

“Watch your mouth Y/n or-”

“Or what Peter?! Huh? You’re gonna throw me in the cages? Do it I dare you!” you push him , then he pushes you, you push him right back, you guys are inches away from each other, and just as you were about to walk away Peter pulls you in closer and kisses you.

Your eyes open wide but slowly closes as your lips and his melts into a heavenly feeling.

As you both break away from each other, he clicks his fingers and you’re in his bedroom.

As Peter brings you in closer and kisses your neck he starts to whisper dirty things into your ear, he kisses your neck as he pulls your hair. A moan he got out of you, which brought a smile to his mouth.

“Jump.” he says and you did, your legs wrapped around his torso, he brings you to his bed, and lays you down flat on his bad, he quickly gets on top of you and you start to run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, he bites your neck as you do so.

He starts to fondle with your breast, squeezing them, and rubbing your nipples til they’re as hard as they can get, he then puts one in his mouth and starts to suck and lick on one while still playing with the other.

Til you couldn’t take it anymore you finally shout out “OH PETER! I can’t take it anymore I want you.” you say

You could see his eyes and the excitement he had once he heard that.

He took ff your clothes and you took off his, he stood at your entrance and you were terrified, and he could tell.

“First time?” he asked

“Yes.” you said , embarrassed.

“It’s going to hurt, but I promise, I can make you feel good, you need to trust me”

“I trust you Peter.” you say with a smile.

Peter smiles and get’s on top of you, his hair is messy, he is sweaty, and his eyes are full of lust, you are excited,nervous, and in love, and thinking to think you’re just damn crazy.

As he entered you , you began to felt pain, you began to freak out and whine about it, Peter say and admittedly started kissing your forehead.

“Shh baby it’s okay, I got you.”

“It hurts Peer.” you say almost in tears.

“It’s going to love, trust me, bite my finger.”

You did as he said and bit his finger whenever you felt pain, sooner than later Peter was right, the pain did go away, and the pleasure began to kicked in.

Before you knew it you were screaming Peter’s name, and he was loving every second of it.

He was moving his hips side to side, grinding , riding, Peter was so gentle but rough all at once, he was like all you needed all in one. He cared about you, he cared about if he hurt you , he kept asking if you were okay, if you wanted him to slow down, it was like he wanted you to enjoy more than him, you mistook his sick twisted ways for what he really was.

You began to moan nothing into his ear, and barely even having the breath to say anything at all.

You grabbed his back and started digging your nails into it, making little droplets on is back, Peter didn’t mind, he loved it honestly, giving you the pleasure, he was glad to take the pain. He would suck on your neck making blue and purple marks, oh no, he wasn’t going to leave little red patches, he was making his territory known. He marked you up and down claiming you and wanting more.

“You, are mine, and mine alone.” he said as he gets a little sloppy on his hip movements, as were you getting a little knot in your stomach.

“Peter I’m gonna-”

“Me too.” he says.

You both come and he rides out your high, he kisses your fore head once again and rubs your face with his fingers softly, assuring you were okay.

He smiled at you and said “So , I have a question.”

“Yes I’ll be your lost girl.” you smiled

“No, not that.” he smiled

“What then?” you tilted your head.

“Will you be my queen of Neverland?” he smiled

“I will.” 

“Good, cause you had no choice.” 

You laughed and pushed him, he laughed as well.

Finally Peter had his queen, and you had your king.

So, I make this post to discuss the potential that Sasuke and Naruto are indeed in a very unhappy marriage. (It’s not a potential on Sasuke’s part. It’s already been shown to be a dysfunctional family no matter how much the SS fans want to claim otherwise) This post was inspired after I read a post from somewhere in tumblr that opened my mind to start writing about this and also my observation on the Boruto Movie (yes, I am late to the fandom since I have an inner turmoil to watch or not to watch the movie that has been said to be a sns movie to those who have watched it, but I made the decision to give a shot much to my reluctance).

Warning, this is going to be long. And once again, this is merely my observation on this movie. So, umm, you’ve been warned. See under the cut to know more about it.

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Takes place after their scene in 1x13. Jughead and Betty hash out some complicated feelings over The Jacket™, and Jughead comes clean about his family legacy.

(hello my name is morkhan and bughead is my guilty pleasure het ship. please don’t make me turn in my gay card, i just started using it.)

A few minutes after the Serpents left, we were seated in my dad’s living room, she on the easy chair, I on the couch across from her. Between us, splayed out on the coffee table, was the jacket, with Betty staring at it like she half-expected it to come to life and eat me before her eyes.

Her fears weren’t entirely unfounded. “So…” she said after a moment. “Does this mean you’re a Serpent now?”

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(a hiddleswift fanfic)

We sat on the Adirondack chair on the second floor balcony of the beachfront house, the white woodwork of the railing in front of us, and the pebbled beach and the North Sea in the distance. A mild but decidedly cool breeze intermittently brushed over our skin, occasionally giving me goosebumps. The chilly air was a gentle reminder that it was still only February and it was still very much winter. The rain from earlier in the day had left the sky clear and the air clean, and the ability to see for miles. In the distance, a full moon was just barely peeking over the horizon.

Taylor leaned back into me, pulling the thick red and white patchwork quilt up to her chin and nestling into it.  

“You warm enough?”  I slid my hand from her shoulder down her arm, brushing over the top of her navy cable-knit sweater. My palm settled upon her hip so that I was hugging her body tightly to mine. She shifted and leaned back into my chest. “We can go inside,” I suggested.

“No, I’m good,” she assured me, and moved her hand atop mine. 

I felt Taylor’s head turn towards me as she spoke, and I looked at her. She smiled one of her smiles that says everything without a single word. This one said ‘I am a little bit cold, actually, but I really want to be out here with you looking at the water as the sun sets, and I’m really happy right now, so cuddle me close and keep me warm. Oh, and, PS I love you. A lot.’

If you’ve known someone like I know Taylor, then you know exactly what I mean by reading a smile.

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[WARNING: Attempted Sexual Assault]

There’s a monster under the house. He’s made his home in the crawlspace. I know he’s real and not a figment of my imagination because my mom and dad would talk about him. They would say we have to take care of him, that once they died, I have to stay with the house to make sure he doesn’t get out and hurt anybody. It’s important to make sure he remains under the house. It isn’t just for the good of others, but the best thing for him too.

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First You Fall

Maisie Dalton fixed things.  And Niall Horan was definitely broken.

Chapter 3

Niall’s head was tipped against the back of the chair as he stared at the ceiling.  He’d been listening to Maisie and Nolan and some representative from the record company discuss him like he wasn’t in the room for the past 30 minutes.  He’d have interrupted if he thought it would’ve done any good.  But as it was, no one seemed to pay much attention to or care what it was he wanted.  Which was probably better considering Niall had no idea what he wanted anyway.

He let out a deep sigh, barely even realizing that the room had gone silent,

“Mr. Horan?”  He heard a female voice say.  

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting Maisie’s for the first time since he’d walked into the room.  All three of them were looking at him as though he’d been asked a question although he had no idea what it was.  

Maisie raised her eyebrows,

“Yes or no?”

Niall pushed himself back up in the chair and stared between them for a moment before he shrugged,

“What was the question?”

Maisie thrust her hand out,

“Exactly.  See?  He can’t even answer a simple question right now.”

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anonymous asked:

could I ask for something written about Cor and his little daughter? maybe that she get terribly ill and end up in hospital after cor lost his s/o and the mother of his child? qq

Ah, anon- this flows beautifully from the last anon’s Papa!Cor request! (You sure you’re not the same requester LOL?). I’ll write you a drabble about tiny tot Kari Leonis and worried Papa Cor in this situation :)

Tagging: @the-lucian-archives, @rubyphilomela, @itshaejinju, @blindbae and @hypaalicious because this is freaking cute in an angst ridden way okay? <3 HAHAHA

A Touch of Royal Kindness

It was like the six had some kind of vendetta against Cor Leonis. First, his wife was cruelly taken away from himself and his baby daughter Kari. And now this.

Kari lay hooked up to what seemed to be countless electronic machines which worked around the clock to measure her vitals and keep her oxygenated. The needle in her small, bruising arm kept her sedated through a steady drip of fluids and Cor refused to leave the room despite having lost hours of sleep in the room watching over his baby girl.

All the doctors believed that it was incurable. What Kari had… was an infection borne of the scourge. Ifrit’s bane- the poison of Eos. There was no known cure- besides the Oracle of course. But Cor knew that despite his status as Crownsguard marshal, he was still of common blood. And as he was common blood, so was his daughter. There really was no possibility that Kari could be cured of the scourge.

Cor had resigned himself to losing Kari, just as he had lost his wife. That was just how things worked in the immortal’s life- he just seemed to out-live everyone he held dear. His parents… his wife… and now hope for Kari was looking pretty bleak as well.

Cor knew that if he approached Regis and divulged his story to the king, the man would be on the cause in a heartbeat. Sylva Nox Fleuret would probably be transported in to Lucis, right into Insomnia Royal Hospital, and begin her magical treatments on his daughter. That would be ideal.

But Cor didn’t want to risk the chance of hearing Regis tell him no. He didn’t want to face that possibility of rejection. He didn’t want to hold out on whim of hope that had no right to be there in his heart and mind.

Cor took hold of his baby girl’s tiny hand, and felt the icy skin freeze his whole being over.

Cor Leonis was scared. He was absolutely terrified.

That fear multiplied when Cor fell asleep by his daughter’s side one night, only to wake up in the morning, holding her clammy little hand in his calloused battle-hardened fingers with Regis sitting right beside him with a small frown on his regal features.

“Your majesty…” Cor started, only to trail off when Regis raised his weak hand and quietly shook his head in a decisive moment.

“Sylva is on her way. You should go home and rest- I’ll watch our dearest Kari-”

Mortified at his own incompetence and fear, Cor shook his head at Regis. “No, majesty, there really is no need-”

“You’re like a little brother to me Cor, and you have done so much for Lucis in such a short amount of time. Please, let me take care of you and your family. This is not an order from the king, but an order from your friend. Go and rest. I will call you when Sylva arrives. For now, I will stay by Kari’s side and make sure she is safe and well until then.”

Cor could have cried, but he saved himself the indignity by bowing stiffly before his king and scurrying out the room in a hurry. He averted his gaze from all hospital staff as he made his way out of the hospital and towards his car. The drive home was hell. He was moving further away from his dearest Kari. His vulnerable Kari. His sweet… dying little girl.

Cor couldn’t help the pained cry that escaped his mouth, and he bit his lip hard enough so that he broke the chapped skin. Bleeding slightly, Cor shuddered and pulled the car to a stop before pressing his head against the top of his steering wheel tiredly.

He hated feeling so useless. He hated this waiting game. He hated that he was the immortal.

He just wanted to be a normal father, taking his kid out to the park, playing with her, feeding her, laughing with her and putting her to bed. He wanted to have his wife by his side, and work in partnership with her to bring their precious daughter up.

“It’s not fair… it’s really not fucking fair.” Cor seethed to himself. The marshal didn’t have the energy to get out of his car. There, he slept uneasily.

He awoke to the ringing of his phone three hours later. It was Regis.

“Cor. It’s been done. Kari is okay now.” Cor blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his ears unable to believe what he was hearing. Was he still asleep? Was this just a terribly happy dream?

“This isn’t a joke, right?” Cor asked, forgetting who he was speaking with. Regis chuckled good naturedly on the other end of the line.

“No Cor, come as quick as possible. Kari wants to see you.”

Cor arrived back at the hospital, ignoring the pungent scent of his sweaty clothes. He sprinted towards Kari’s hospital room, much to the chagrin of the hospital staff, and just barely restrained himself from slamming open the door. He couldn’t help but break into a relieved smile as he spied the two Fleuret kids cooing at Kari from the edge of her hospital bed. Kari herself looked tired, but happy, as she grasped onto Ravus’ thumbs tightly.

“Aulea had been by an hour ago, but I sent her home- she’s almost due you see, so I wanted her to rest.” Regis supplied, his voice soft and at ease. Cor’s eyes flittered to the regal blonde woman sitting on a chair near the children, her eyes gazing down adoringly at the younger ones as they interacted with each other. Regis shot Cor a look of encouragement and the marshal stepped forward, feeling both grateful and nervous at the same time.

“Your majesty- Queen Sylva… I can’t even begin to express how much of a debt I owe you for your service-” Cor began, only to shut his mouth entirely when Sylva shot him a beautiful smile. If not for his training, Cor would have flushed dangerously right there and then. Instead, he just stood at attention and listened to her speak.

“I will hear none of that, Cor Leonis. You are a credit to Lucis and a dear friend of my ally King Regis. I am obliged to help- and I am glad I did so, my kids absolutely adore your Kari! She’s quite the charmer!”

Cor forgot his nervousness immediately as Kari’s name came into play. “She looks like her mother.” Cor supplied. Sylva giggled lightly before shaking her head.

“She has your eyes and your fiery will to live. She’s beautiful- you’ve done a wonderful job with her. How old is she, may I ask?”

“She’s turning three in a few months.” At the mention of Kari’s close birthday, the Fleuret kids turned their heads towards Cor eagerly. Cor almost gaped at how beautiful the two Tenebrae native children were- royal kids were really something else.

“May we arrange the celebrations? Kari is my favourite person in the world!” Little Lunafreya exclaimed excitedly. Cor couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the princess’ enthusiasm. Ravus caught Cor’s eye and smiled in embarrassment at his sister’s out-spoken nature.

“Forgive her, Sir Leonis, she’s four years old and terribly excited to meet a child her age. She insists Kari is now her best friend forever.” Lunafreya pouted at her brother and turned back towards Kari, who was smiling happily at the blonde girl.

“My friend.” Kari whispered, her voice the sweetest treat to Cor’s ears. Cor moved forwards and the Fleurets made way for him as he scooped his little girl gently into his arms.

“I missed your voice sweet pea. Oh Six… Sylva… thank you! You saved both our lives.”

Luna frowned, confused. “I don’t get it.” Ravus looked up at his mother in exasperation, only to receive a gentle smile in return. Regis stepped forward and placed a gentle hand atop Luna’s head, gaining her wide-eyed curious attention.

“Sir Leonis would have been very sad if anything happened to Kari. But he’s very happy because you, your brother, and your mother came all the way from Tenebrae to help him.” Luna gasped in acknowledgement and nodded at the king.

“Can I hug Sir Leonis?” Luna asked, adorable and innocent. Regis shrugged and shot an amused look at an equally amused Sylva.

“I don’t see why not, dearest.” Sylva supplied. At their mother’s permission, Luna forcibly dragged a defeated Ravus towards Cor and threw her hands around his knees, nuzzling the side of her face into the rough material of his pants. Ravus, a little reluctantly, followed along and wrapped his arms around the tall man’s waist in a comforting, innocent gesture.

The two kids didn’t see the grateful smile and touched tears that had formed on the immortal marshal’s face at the kindness they showed. Nuzzling his baby closer to him, he reached down to pet both Luna and Ravus’ heads.

So… this was what family was about. This was what made the struggles and the pain all worthwhile.

It all made sense to Cor now.