everyone's name was shouted in pairs

Animosity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Angry sex, hair pulling, spankings, slight Daddy kink, choking, Russian, name calling. I think that’s all. Steve is done with you and Bucky’s shit. You highkey hate Bucky but lowkey have the hots for him.

Word Count: 2135.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

This is a request for @wingstakemeaway Thanks! I hope you enjoy it.

I’m also tagging my wifeys @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose 

@sebstanchrisevanchickforever19 @supernatural-girl97 


Keep reading

Partners

Summary: YN is teamed up with her former best friend, Dean Winchester to do a project. How will things go with between Y/N and her fuck boy partner? Will it be awkward, or will there be that sense of familiarity? 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Lisa Braden, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, public sex, protected sex

Word Count: 5,530

Request:  Hi!! Do you think you could write me a fic with college!dean x reader where dean is the troublemaker fuqboi and reader is someone who’s really responsible (not really a nerd, she just doesnt like to procrastinate) and they need to complete a project together? Like maybe they’re in the library or computer lab trying to work on it but dean keeps flirting with reader and it ends with smut? Thanks! Xx ~Anonymous 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks @eloginore for editing this for me. As always feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Originally posted by perfectfeelings



“You son of a bitch!”

You immediately looked up from the book you were reading to see whom was yelling. It was no surprise that you saw Lisa Braeden, standing in front of Dean Winchester. She had her hands on her hips, as he leaned back in his chair, watching her.

“What was it you were telling me last night? Oh yeah, ‘I’m sorry, babe, I’m helping Sam with a project,’ and Cassie Robinson tells me you took her to the movies last night!”

“Yeah I did.”

“So you admit you’re cheating on me?!”

“Cheating?” he laughed, tilting his head back, as he sat up straight in his chair. “Lisa, we’re not even dating. How is that considered cheating?”

Keep reading

This Is Love: Part One

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job.

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: swearing and a bit of blood

A/N: everyone who liked the sneak preview got a tag so if you wanna be added or remove just send me an ask!

You took the job so you’d be on a higher wage than all of your friends. You took the job because it came with free accommodation and meals. You took the job so you’d be working with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes every day. You did not take the job to be spoken down to and back chatted by some caveman super soldier with major attitude problems. You didn’t care that he had just come out of cryo, the words finally removed, and that he was still adjusting it gave him no right to be such a pain in the ass to you when you had been nothing but civil with him. Of course you were grateful to your Uncle Tony, better known to most as Iron Man but when he offered you such a small job with such a low wage you did not know that this was because you would essentially be babysitting the Winter Soldier. Officially speaking you were his personal assistant but you felt like his personal punchbag, taking his rude comments and grouchy moods every single day without complaint and even going to the added effort of getting him cupcakes and little treats which only seemed to make him hate you more. Naturally over time you got more and more irritated by his poor treatment of you so you retaliated in the same way anyone would. By being equally rude and aggressive, having a counter to every single remark and shutting him up very quickly. From this a mutual hatred for each other blossomed, your only conversations being words of disgust towards the other. Your desperation to leave always took you to Tony begging him to see reason and let you have a job with him, hopefully one with equally good pay but every time he fed you the same arguments that forced you to stay.

‘I can’t do it anymore!’ you yell at him as he worked, bent over the arm of his favourite suit trying to fix the damage from the last battle. ‘He’s horrible, insolent and insensitive. I went to him today to ask if he wanted anything doing and he just pretended like I wasn’t there! How can you subject me to this torture?’ At this you sigh dramatically and throw yourself into a chair opposite to where he was working.

‘(Y/N) if anyone can get through to him it’s you’ he counters and you raise your eyebrow at his weak point. ‘Ok but what would your mother think if you just gave up on him? Prove her wrong (Y/N), show her that you can stick at something. He’ll warm to you eventually just remember that while the trigger words aren’t in his head anymore doesn’t mean the memories aren’t’. He smiled then, knowing by your silence that he had won and you huffed, launched yourself out of the chair and stalked out of the door. Rounding a corner on the way back to your room with your head down, deep in thought you don’t see the mass of super soldier you walk straight into causing you to hit your head on his broad chest and fall to the ground in slow motion. Closing your eyes and bracing yourself for your imminent collision with the floor your heart almost stops in shock when you feel two muscular arms wrap around your waist and hold you suspended for a moment. You open your eyes to be met by two piercing blue ones which are momentarily clouded with worry until he realises you’re looking at him and then they harden, staring coldly at you as he pulls you up to your feet. Rubbing your head you stagger and his arms are there again as a support. You push them away and rest your hand on the wall to steady yourself. When your eyes meet his again he nods curtly at you.

‘(Y/N)’ he says coldly. Still a bit baffled you fail to find the witty remark you usually would have done and you blink slowly.

‘James’ you mumble before staggering away from him still rubbing your head.

‘I prefer Bucky’ he yells after you. You’ve heard this line often, you refuse to call him by his nickname saying that this was what his friends called him and you were by no stretch of the imagination his friend.

‘And I prefer douchebag’ you say under your breath and then smiling to yourself having got your quick comebacks back.

‘What did you just call me?’ you hear him question disbelievingly. Shit.You had forgotten about his enhanced hearing. You turn on your heels to face him and stride back towards him.

‘I said, James, you’re a douchebag’ you retort standing only about a foot away from him and breathing heavily in your anger.

‘You’re calling me a douchebag after I just saved you?’

‘Saved me? Please, you wouldn’t have had to put those grubby little hands on me if you had been looking where you were going. If anything I need saving from your idiocy’ you yell, knowing what you were saying was not strictly true as it had been in fact you who had not been looking where you were going. His eyes widen, the fury evident but he fails to find a response in time and you smirk at him knowing you had won. You turn away from him and continue your walk back to your room only to hear him clear his throat. Oh this’ll be good, you think keeping your back to him but slowing your pace slightly so you’ll be able to hear him.

‘My name is Bucky, bitch’. A small laugh escapes your lips. Hell, you’d prepared yourself for it to be terrible but that was beyond words.

‘Alright Bucky bitch, whatever you say’ you shout before laughing again loud enough for him to hear. You hear his heavy footsteps as he marches away and smile, man he just made this too easy.

After a quick shower, you slip into an oversized t-shirt and a clean pair of lacy underwear and head down to the kitchen. Assuming everyone was either in their rooms doing their own thing or out on a mission occupying half the team, you knew that your rather revealing attire wouldn’t be offensive and that going to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal would not mean making anyone uncomfortable. Yes, it was almost midnight and yes, you should be asleep but you were just really craving a quick feast to satisfy your rumbling stomach. When you reach the door of the kitchen it’s just about open and, catching two voices coming from inside, you stop and press your ear to the crack. Technically it was eavesdropping but you were just satisfying your curious nature, they would understand that.

‘Well you should have thought about that before you started being unnecessarily rude to her. Now you say you want her to stop being nasty to you? She was so lovely to you when she first got here Buck and you treated her like shit. What’d you expect, for her to just carry on being nice to you?’ That was definitely Steve, you could tell by the sense he was making.

‘I know but it’s not great to have probably the sweetest person here turn into a monster with me and only me’ Bucky counters and you work hard to suppress a snort.

‘Well that’s on you Bucky, if you wanted her to carry on being friendly with you maybe you should have at least been civil with her’ Steve continues and you take Bucky’s silence as a queue to enter. Swinging the door open you skip past them to the cupboards pretending not to have heard anything by greeting the two of them innocently.

‘Steve’ you almost sing, grinning widely at him just to make a point as when he replies with his own smile and a nod, the grin falls from your face and you glance over Bucky. ‘James’ you say sternly. You were gonna call him ‘Bucky bitch’ again but decided against it, knowing that insults lose their impact the more they’re used. He grimaces and nods at you as you reach up for the top cupboard to get a bowl and then the cereal down. When you feel a draught up your shirt you remember what you’re wearing and smile at how exposed you must be from the back now, picturing Steve’s eyes awkwardly avoiding your bum. You never could reach that top shelf and you start jumping up and down in an attempt to get one of the six foot something men to help you out. You know it’s Steve who comes to your aid as he places a hand gently on the small of your back using the other to grab the box and a bowl and you smile softly at him as he hands them to you. ‘Thanks Stevie’ you say, leaning up to kiss his cheek. As you do this you jump in fright at the sound of glass shattering behind you and you spin around, eyes wide and your mouth forming a small ‘O’ shape in shock. Bucky looks as shocked as you do, still gripping broken shards in his hand and ignoring the water spillage on the counter. He must have applied too much pressure to the glass of water he’d been holding too tightly and it had smashed.

Instincts kicking in you grab the First Aid box from next to the refrigerator and pull Bucky away from the shards on the floor. You’re both barefoot and that would not have been pretty for anyone. He’s still gripping the shards but seems less in shock now and the familiar glare graces his features. You think you’re more shocked that his trademark scowl is directed at Steve and not you than when he broke the glass in the first place. You tug on his fingers to get him to open his hand up and when he does you wince at the bloody mess of his palm. As Steve leaves mumbling apologies to Bucky the latter gazes intently at you. There’s only one word that comes to mind when trying to describe the look he’s giving you and that is one of utter adoration, almost forcing you to double take. Must be blood loss you think as you remove some of the smaller shards and apply an antiseptic cream to the wounds to prevent infection. Truth be told you’d always thought Bucky was extremely attractive and it made a nice change that you weren’t at each other’s throats. You’d kind of had a crush on him before you started working here, hence why Tony gave you this job in the first place. That crush was obliterated, however, when he was incessantly horrible to you and the crush turned into a need to crush each other. One piece looks particularly large so before you remove it you look up at him. ‘This one’s quite deep, you might need stitches’ you say to which he just continues to stare at you. You take this as consent to continue and you pull the shard out cleanly and quickly, trying to ignore Bucky’s slight flinch. You go about stitching the deep cut and when you’re finished you wrap a gauze tightly around his hand. When you pick the kit up and return it to its place by the fridge you turn to face Bucky.

‘Thank you’ he almost whispers. You shrug your shoulders, not wanting to make a big thing out of it as it’s something you know you would have done for anyone. Both your eyes wander to the mess on the floor and before he makes a move to clean it up you shake your head at him.

‘Go to bed, I’ll sort this out’ at this a small crease appears between his eyebrows and he mirrors your head shake. ‘Yes Bucky, go to bed’ you say, an irritated tone in your voice. At this his face softens and he grins at you almost giving you a heart attack. What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe he lost more blood than you thought. You respond with a timidly concerned smile and he turns and leaves. It’s only when you’ve finished cleaning up the mess and are binning the shards that you realise why he had been…. well so not him. You had called him Bucky. ‘Oh shit’.

Keep reading

Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

Keep reading

2

Pacify her ~ jughead jones 

Prompt - inspired by the Melanie Martinez song pacify her,
pairing - Jughead x reader 

notes - this is the first fic ive done based on a song i hope you all like it 
Story


Tired blue boy walks my way,
Holding a girls hand. 
that basic bitch leaves finally,
now i can take her man

You had been sat in pops talking with Archie about his newest song something he’d written about Jason blossom. It was incredible how he could write a song so well and fast. Veronica sat humming to herself learning her notes and lyrics. The ding of the bell made you look up seeing Jughead wearing his signature Gray beanie he was never without. You loved Jughead Jones but never told him as he never seamed interested in you and fearing if you told him your feelings he’d stop being friends. He saw you, smiling when he did, you smile back before seeing Betty behind him holding his hand as they walk to the booth you was sat at. You all squashed up making room for the couple. Pop brought over milkshakes and fries for you all. 

Betty and Veronica had been taking about a charity dance at the school for the past hour, still insure on a theme. Archie asking if he could perform now having found his confidence to perform in front of a crowd. Both you and jug rolled your eyes, not bothered about school social activities chatted about his book. You had offered to help him in anyway you could, you mainly went with him when he wanted to talk to people about the night Jason disappeared, or read what he’d wrote giving your feedback.
The two girls left to go gather and sort out decorations, Archie wanted to see Valarie to work on a new song for the dance and ask if the pussycats was willing to perform too. 

“drive in?” jug asked you with a smile. You nodded, happy to get away from the planning of the dance. “please” you said in an mocking exaggerated way like you was dying of boredom. You grabbed your stuff walking towards the door waving bye to pop.

 
Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?


Outside you waited for Jug as Archie asked him for a word before you both left. Betty forgot her bag and ran back in you stood with Veronica.  The raven haired girl eyed you suspiciously, “you do know there going out now right?” Veronica said with a hint of sarcasm. You looked confused at her “yes of course I do why would you ask me that” you say back quite defensively. Ronnie stepped forward looking in the window of pops to see where her friend was, “because your always with him, when she calls or visits, your always there or he has plans with you! Also don’t you think going back to Juggies alone is something you should do now he has a girlfriend?” her tone was accusing and her body language threatening but you didn’t let it bother you. Instead you smirked “look me and jug have been best friends since forever I don’t think Betty has anything to worry about” you stepped closer looking Ronnie right in the eye “and if Betty have a problem with me watching a movie with Jughead just like I have done for the past 10 years then she can come and tell me” you walked away smiling at Betty as she left pops. You stood on your toes seeing jug and Archie talking so sat on the wall listing to your music waiting for your them.

Archie waited for Betty to leave before he spoke “jug I’m happy for you and Betty but are you sure that’s who you truly want?” Jughead looked at his mate confused, although he knew exactly what Archie was talking about he didn’t want to have the conversation. “why are you asking me that?” jug quizzed still intrigued to what the red head meant. “since the 3rd grade you have had a crush on y/n and all of a sudden your loved up with Betty” Archie paused to think of what to say next “because if I didn’t know any better I’d say this was a way to make y/n jealous but you know your only going to push her away”. Jughead closed his eyes he knew everything Archie was saying had some truth he did love y/n but couldn’t keep crushing on her and be friends, the reason he was with Betty was to try shut down any feels for the beautiful y/h/c girl. “it’s not like that look there waiting let’s go” jug sternly told his friend walking to the doorway heading home you followed not sure if you should ask what had been said.

Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words


You sat with jug as and watched your favourite movie one you had both watched a thousand times but still loved, as one of your favorite parts came up you both looked at each other acting out the lines. It had been an hour and Betty had messaged jug at least 8 times. Jughead had looked but not replied to any, pressing pause on the movie you turned to him “what’s wrong?” you say knowing something was off with him. Jug tried to play it cool, “nothing” he said giving you a smile trying to take the remote back to play the rest of the movie.
Pulling your arm back so he missed you looked him in the eyes “so why did you have a face like a smacked ass when you left pops, or blanking Betty’s messages” you laugh hoping he would tell you what was in his mind. Jughead huffs “she wants to go to this dance as a couple and then to Cheryl’s house after”. He mimics Betty “the whole school will be there and I want to show off my boyfriend”. You both start laughing at it, “oh just go! you kind of have to now your dating and under the thumb can’t say no” you teased tried your hardest to hide the hurt or jealousy in your voice. Jughead rolled his eyes “I’m not under anything” you raised your eyebrows “look just go keep her happy it will shut her up, and me and Archie will be there too besides you can’t say no to the girl next door” you order more then tell him.

Jughead nodded taking his phone calling Betty “hello” he said waiting for her to talk “okay I’ll go the stupid dance but I’m not going to Cheryl’s party it’s not happening” he said smirking at you to show that she can’t always boss him around, you couldn’t hear what Betty said but Jugheads face frowned “yeah I love you too” your froze at his fast mumbled words, you wasn’t ready to hear that, it was hard enough trying to except them together, seeing them hold hands without hearing him tell her he loved her. You watched as he listened again to his blonde girlfriend he tug and play with his hair and ear, you had known jug over ten years it was something he only done when he was lying. A little bit of hope sparked inside you had he just lied when he told her he loved her you thought watching him say goodbye. You both sat back to watch the movie, you looked up at him gazing at the small TV screen thinking how gorgeous he was wishing you could tell him how you really felt.

I can’t stand her whining
Where’s her binky now?
And loving her seems tiring
So boy, just love me, down, down, down

The dance had been what every dance at school was like, music laughing some drinking. You had had a nice time you danced with Archie Veronica and even Jughead looked happy for the first time in weeks. Tired you went and sat with him, “she not made you dance yet?” you ask getting you drink. “no so don’t jinx me” he laughed watching Betty dance with Veronica.
The night was almost over Betty had finally asked and gotten jug to dance to which he looked miserable during. You sat laughing and pulling tongues at him when he looked at you, but you truly hated the sight of them slow dancing. After the song the whole group came back talking about Cheryl’s party. Archie, Betty and Veronica were all talking jug into going. “come jug come with us” Archie’s voice shouted over the music “it’s not my thing” he grumbled. Betty sat with a her hand on his leg “please it’s not going to be the same without you there” she wined at him. Jug looked at her really not wanting to go but knew he’d never get out of it agreed, he looked at you as you rolled your eyes laughing into your drink.  

The girls left the table to go and help set the stage for the pussy cats big finish. Val came over to tell Archie Josie had agreed to sing one of his songs before there’s. Archie jumped up to get his guitar leaving you alone with jug.  You laughed shaking your head at him, “your so under the thumb” you said before mimicking Jugheads voice “I’m not going to Cheryl’s party” jug just smiled at you “what are you laughing for your coming too” he said making your face drop. “and why would I do that?” you asked “because while one of us is distracting everyone the other can look around for clues to what happened to Jason” he smirked.
He was right it was the best and only chance you both had to get inside blossom manor, while jug was with Betty you could sneak about and find something for Jughead’s book.

You danced and sang with jug, Betty and Veronica to Archie’s song and once the pussy cats where finished you all headed to Cheryl’s after party. The party at the blossoms was different to the dance at school all rules where out, everyone was drinking and partying. You had tried to escape to look around but each time you had been seen by someone who wanted to talk or was already going that way. Even Jughead was having a hard time finding a way to escape Betty.
“let’s play a game!” you heard Cheryl’s voice boom over everyone. Groaning you sat with your friends as Cheryl called everyone over. “7 minutes in heaven is always a fun game” she said with a evil twisted smile. You knew Cheryl that smile meant trouble, though you didn’t expect you to be a target tonight.
After 3 pairs had already been picked you desperately wanted to leave, you didn’t care about clue hunting or juggies book. “y/n andddd” you froze when you heard the red head say your name, she extended the sound of the ‘and’ as she looked for a partner “Wednesday Addams” you heard Reggie shout as he walked out of the closet with Ethel. “yes y/n and Jughead” Cheryl squeals with delight. 

You looked at jug who didn’t really know what to do, he stood up to leave but Reggie and two other boys stood in the way of the door. “your not leaving until you’ve played” Cheryl sassed at him. 

Jughead looked at Betty who sadly smiled at him, “just go juggle it’s 7 minutes with your friend what’s the worst that can happen” she said in her sweetly voice. Jug rolled his eyes walking to the cupboard you quietly stood up following him. You wasn’t going to lie you wanted something like this to happen for years, you and Jughead matched up in childish game to maybe have a chance to kiss him, show or tell him how you felt, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he was going out with Betty so anything you had always wanted to do was now off the cards.

The door slammed behind you as you squeezed in. It was clear something was up with him “what are we even doing here” he mumbled to himself, you laughed “playing 7 minutes in heaven I think” you smirked at him. Jug smiled back at you moving a little find room in the small space. His phone buzzed in his pocket, Betty had texted him but annoyed he didn’t read it but looked angry she was messaging him after less then a minute. “you know if your unhappy with her you can just end it” you say looking at his eyes lit up by the phone light. He frowned at you “why who says I’m unhappy?” He asked. You smirk at him “how about your face, body language” judgment looked confused “don’t give that look” you whisper shouted at him “you look sick and tired all the time you have a look of annoyance when she texts you if your happy then your not only lying to Betty and your friends but too yourself as well” you said annoyed turning to walk out thinking screw what Cheryl or anyone else says. You stopped when you felt jug grab your arm, “wait your right I’m lying” he admitted low.

Turning folding your arms to hear what else he had to say, he pulled of his beanie fiddling with the button, “I like Betty I do, but she’s not the girl i love” he said looking nervous, you made a small huh noise. The confusion was clear on your face it made Jughead chuckle “for someone so smart you can be so dumb” he stepped closer to you, in his mind he knew if he didn’t say anything now he never would “its you y/n your the girl I love” before you could speak his lent down and kissed you.

In that second you forgot everything that was going on his words running in your mind, it was everything you had dreamed of and more. Moving your arms around him pulling him closer in the lowest whisper to say “I love you too” then kiss him back more intensely then his.

 
Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?
Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves
You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words

Neither of you heard Cheryl shout “time” or the door open. You and Jughead quickly pulled apart from your kiss when the sudden flash of light and sound of gasps or woops came from everyone looking. The first face you saw was Betty’s, her bottom lip quivers as she stirred blankly at you both. “I always said jug and y/n was endgame” Kevin said louder then he meant too. Betty ran out the room and upstairs to Polly’s room. Instead of running after her jug just put his hat back on and left with Archie running after him.

You walked out of the closet with Cheryl’s saying something you didn’t really hear. You sat on the chair with your head in your hands, Veronica came over and sat next to you and quietly spoke “I thought you was only friends I told you the other day they was a thing and Betty loved him” her voice was calm but angry like it was a warning of some form. “leave it out Veronica” you said You could hear Reggie shouting across the room “you can kiss me like that any day y/n” with that you stood up to leave.

Archie finally caught up with Jughead at the front door. “jug, man what’s going on what was that?” he asked his friend. Jug paced up and down frustrated with himself torn between his feelings “I don’t know” was all he said back taking more steps “Betty saw what I’m I going to do” he blurted out looking at his friend for advice “I don’t know who you want to be with is only something you can answer” Archie told him sincerely. Jug sat on a chair hiding his face in his beanie “I like Betty she’s kind, sweet but y/n, is amazing funny gets me knows what I want before I do. Truly makes me smile, she’s…. ” Archie finished his sentence “the girl you’ve only ever wanted” jug nodded knowing what Archie said was true.
Betty walked down the stairs with a pregnant Polly close behind her she had heard what the boys had said feeling crushed but not surprised by her boyfriends revelation. Jug was thinking of what to say to Betty how to apologize when you walked out. You stopped waiting for someone to move or speak, Betty walked down the remaining steps, “you have to choose Jughead” she said looking at him. Jug stood there looked between you both wishing the ground would open swallowing him up. He looked at Betty and was about to speak, you couldn’t stand there and watch him choose her over you, you could feel your eyes filling up so before anyone could see you cry you ran out the blossom home without hearing what he said.

Back inside Jughead watched y/n run out he could see her crying as she ran past. “Betty I’m really sorry” he said. Betty closed her eyes nodding knowing that he did love y/n. Jughead looked at Archie who waved his hands telling Jughead to go after y/n. He ran outside and couldn’t see you anywhere, walking towards the gate he spun round looking feeling pissed at himself for upsetting you. He took his phone out his pocket finding your number, calling it. You saw his call but didn’t answer it, you couldn’t talk to him in the broken mess you felt. Jughead heard your ring tone and followed the sound finding you sitting on the grass, leaned against a tree. At first he didn’t speak just quietly sat next to you.
Wiping your face you didn’t look up at him, you looked at the ground trying to stop the silent tears. “if you had stayed you would of heard my answer” he said looking at you waiting for you to look back at him. when you did he was smiling, you felt his hand rest over yours curling his fingers round “you I chose you y/n, I’ve always wanted you to be mine” you widen you eyes searching for any hint of a lie. When you didn’t answer he he bent forward kissing you “y/n will you be mine?” He asked as he gently rubbed his nose across yours “yes” you say giving him a small kiss back. Jughead stood up and held out his hand helping you up “wanna get out of here?” He said more then asked, “definitely” you smile wide, he put his arm around your shoulder as you both walked home.

Breaking Up My Bones (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by v-writings

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing
Summary: Y/n, though a superhero, is a bit of a villain in the avenger’s household, pulling pranks and antagonizing everyone except for one Peter Parker
Author: Dizzy
A/N: Anon requested, “Can you do one where the reader is a mean girl and she antagonizes every member of the avengers except Peter because she has a crush on him?” and now I have delivered. Hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist Request a Prompt


“Y/n!”

The name echoed through the building, in the exact same volume and tone as it had been shouted everyday.

Y/n sat in her room, music blasting as she painted on the canvas in front of her, oblivious to her name being shouted yet again.

Y/n L/n, also known as Vagabond, the daring young hero, was at times (most times), a villain who believed they were saving the world. Especially when she was among her things and her friends that she loved to taunt. 

The door to Y/n’s room was thrown open to reveal one Steve Rogers, who was covered head to toe in tar and chicken feathers. 

“Y/n…”

“Steve…”

“Really? Tar and feathers? That old prank?”

Y/n continued to paint, not looking at the man. “Yep. An old prank to fit the likes of an old man. Now, if you wouldn’t mind leaving my room, I have work to do.”

Steve groaned, saved his disciplinary lecture on why one should not tar other people for later and walked out of the room, leaving a cloud of feathers in his dust. 

Y/n returned to her work, knowing that in a matter of moments, the tower would come alive with screams and bellowing of her name all because she felt a need to prank everyone around her.

Everyone except for Peter Parker, also known as Spider man, or better known to Y/n as Gadget, a nickname she had given him when they first became friends. 

Peter would argue that the two were in fact, most definitely not friends, which would only lead Y/n to claim that they were accomplices at times when it came to certain pranks and Peter allowing Y/n to copy off his homework. 

Peter was a dork and Y/n was an asshole, that was what everyone at the tower said. Peter was charming and likable and Y/n, well, Y/n was his opposite. Peter and Y/n, though the same age, couldn’t have been anymore different.

“Peter!”

For the first time in all of Peter’s days as a team member did Y/n hear his name be called out like hers, used with the same tone and volume as hers had been many times before. 

Y/n smiled wickedly, knowing her plan had been executed in the same fashion she had envisioned it to be. 

A few days prior to the occurrence of the said event, Y/n had copied recordings of Peter going in and out of Tony’s lab to be used as evidence he was the one who planted the stink and paint bombs Y/n had placed in Tony’s frequently used cabinets. She then went on to cast the recording from her laptop to the towers security system, making it Peter who seemed like the culprit. 

But, there was only one problem. Y/n’s fingerprints were still on the shells of her perfectly placed devices. 

“Y/n!” It was Peter who screamed her name. 

With a roll of her eyes, Y/n rose from her seat and made her way to where she heard the voices. She sighed as she entered the living room, the team standing around, all covered in paint, tar and feathers and smelling of a horrid odor. 

“Care to explain what’s got you pulling pranks on everyone?” Steve spoke up and crossed his arms as he gave Y/n the dreaded eyebrows of disappointment. 

“No reason.”

“Then why is it that Peter is the only one who is not covered head to toe in substances unknown?” 

“No reason.”

“Really?” Natasha asked and rose her brow. “Maybe it’s cause of what I read in here?” 

Natasha tossed Y/n’s art journal at her, the page in which Y/n spoke of her crush on Peter clearly marked as Y/n caught it. 

“You went through my stuff?!” Y/n cried. “This is bullshit!”

“Language.” Steve snapped. 

“Oh, suck a cock!” Y/n snapped back. “You all went through my private shit.”

“So, do you actually have a crush on me or are you just kidding?” Peter asked, only to cause Y/n’s stern look to soften. 

“Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“Well, ya know, a girlfriend.”

“Oh shit.” Y/n said, taking a glance at the rest of the group. “He’s not joking. He actually likes me.”

“We’re all surprised too.” Clint chuckled. 

“Oh, shut it, Bird Brain.” 

“Right back at ya, Pipsqueak.”

“Um, hello?” Natasha interjected. “Peter was trying to have a moment with Y/n.” 

“Oh, right.” Y/n nodded. “So, Gadget, what’d you wanna say to me?”

“I like you, a lot.” Peter explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna go see the new Star Wars with me?”

Y/n, for the first time in her life, was flustered and sloppy as she spoke. 

“I’d love to! I-I mean, yeah, yeah sure.”

And with that newfound relationship came a much nicer, calmer Y/n, who still was a real bitch when it came to prank wars.

The Parker Twins - Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Words: 1788 (helllll yeah)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Twinsister!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Authors Note: So I wrote this imagine with @imaginingadifferentlife and it was inspired by them! She did a twinsister!Reader imagine, but really it’s so different from her story that it could count as a totally different imagine on its own. Originally we were going to make it a backstory for “Total Opposites,” but then we got going…and it turned into its own little thing. So yeah!
Summary is basically that you are Peter Parker’s twin sister with the power of teleportation, and you two can communicate in your minds (since, twins, ya know…) And if you spot the “What a F*cking Bozo” reference, message me or Jadyn because you are awesome.!

Masterlist. Request List.

Part Two


“Do you think aliens have dicks?” You randomly asked Peter who was sitting on his bed across the room.

“Well, how else would they reproduce?” Peter responded to you as he threw something in the air and caught it, only to throw it up in the air again.

You were laying on your bed with your head hanging off the end, so everything looked upside down. “I don’t know; maybe they spit on each other.”

There was a knock on the door, “Someone has to do the dishes!” May yelled.

You looked over to Peter for a second with a small smile, “Fuck this shit- I’m out!” You said, and looked out the window to teleport down the street.

Shit,” Peter said under his breath and slowly got up from the bed to stalk out of the shared bedroom, accepting defeat.

This has how it’s always been in the Parker household, ever since you two were very young. You don’t remember much before you moved in with May and Ben, but Peter has been in every memory. He was with you on your first day of school, when you two entered the science fair (and won!), and when you discovered your powers. You found out about yours at thirteen, only three years before Peter got his (he was a late bloomer, and you’ll never let him forget it).

Keep reading

Jack is a certified douchebag

     Neil could handle Kevin’s condescending critiques toward his exy’s performance. He could stomach Aaron’s resentful glares and could even deal with hates and sneers from public. But he couldn’t stand anyone shit talked on Andrew. Especially when it was Jack.

     Jack had been in the foxes’ team for months. Most of the foxes could barely stand the sight of him. Jack’s first day being recruited and he already rude to the original foxes.

     He said “I’m not a fag” to Nicky when Nicky greeted him and killed his enthusiastic smile right away.

     "Women should not be the lead of a group. They should stay quietly behind.“ Such an insolent remark almost earned him a backhand from Allison but Renee stepped in front of her just in time. He even dared a daring once-over to Andrew which Neil thought was stupid and brave both at the same time. Thanked to Andrew’s indifferent manner, he didn’t give a shit about it. 

     And Neil, too, had gotten low blows from Jack. He and Sheena, another exy player of Palmetto State University with vulgar mouth, always sneered whenever Neil opened his mouth and snickered at Neil during scrimmages. He snapped at some point but he would calm down later. 

     But that didn’t happen on one Thursday afternoon when Jack had gone beyond the limits. 

Keep reading

Ok but hear me out: meme marchingband show.
One of the movements is Never Gunna Give You Up by Rick Astley
Another movement is All Star by Smash Mouth
While the announcer is about to say the title of the show the band interrupts him screaming “JOHN CENA” and John Cena is the first movement.
Pepe-shaped sets
Spelling out “wow” in as close to comic sans as possible for one of the sets
The show’s actual name is “dank”
A section where no one is playing and everyone is I’m pairs and they all simultaneously shout"WHAT ARE THOSE" to the beat pointing at each others shoes
Guys this is coming together who wants to write this with me

Penn Zero Oneshot: Last Call

Plot: The years go by, and an old nearly forgotten gadget makes one last call. Memories are there to look back on, new chapters are beginning, and sometimes even an old enemy can turn into a fondly remembered friend.

((Just an idea that I’ve had in the back of my mind for a while. Enjoy! ^v^))

Keep reading

Kisses or Words?

BBRAE WEEK DAY 3 May 3rd: Firsts Vs Telling the Team

Raven gave him a cautious look as she bit the inside of her cheek. “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded. “We can do this.” He grinned at her. “And we won’t have to hide anymore.” He ran his green thumb over the back of her hand. “Words or kisses?”

Raven looked confused. “Kisses?” She inquired her heart pounded they were coming out to their friends today after nearly a year of a secret relationship she was taking a chance on him.

“I could just, you know.. kiss you.” He smirked shyly

Keep reading

Glasses

Notes: Dex has hella siblings, Aubrey is two years older than him and Jenna is three years younger. Also Dex’s family calls him Liam, but I kept his name Will in the narrative. Shout out to everyone who had extremely ugly glasses as a kid.


      He couldn’t breathe. He absolutely can’t see and he can’t breathe. His last pair of prescription contacts, which were supposed to last him two more weeks had ripped. He had scoured the bathroom for an extra pair, even tried to make do with the ripped lens, but the contact immediately fell out of his eye. He clutched his chest and took several deep breaths before pulling the bulky glasses case out from the shoe box hidden in the back corner of his closet. He steadied his hands before pulling the large frames onto to his face.

 “Yo Poindexter!” Will sank into himself, turning the corner and racing down the hall towards the closest classroom. Behind him James Corrs and Chad McGowan were dodging other students in an effort to reach him, and Will felt a rush of panic shoot down his spine as he realizes he had ran directly into Dennis Stevens. He had no idea why, but a large group of the student body, especially a group of certain eighth graders had found it hilarious when Will was forced to get glasses. For a few weeks he had refused to wear them during the school day, but one too many teachers had called home complaining that Will wasn’t getting anything done in class because he spent the entire period squinting at the board. His mother had threatened to take away his season tickets to the hockey rink if he refused to wear the glasses, and for some ridiculous reason he had convinced himself that he couldn’t tell his mother about the threats, so he complied. When he asked his older brother to take him to get contacts he had scoffed, “Twelve year olds can’t get contacts, Liam.” So there he stood, his back against a row of lockers as the crowd taunted him chanting “Four-eyed Poindexter” and Chad pounded Will’s stomach with his fists. They had only stopped when the second period bell rang, but James had turned back at the last second to punch him directly in the nose. When Aubrey was called into the nurse’s office to calm him down, he lied and told her he had slipped and broken his nose. And even though Aubrey stuck by side as often as she could from then on, Will still had to hide black eyes and bruises from his family until his fifteenth birthday. His mother had found it “incredibly strange that you want to spend your birthday at the optometrists, Liam, really we can go tomorrow.” But he had insisted, and it was the best birthday present he had ever gotten.

     He ducks his head, trying to keep his breathing shallow and even as he shuffled into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. But of course everyone is there, stuffed in tight around the dining table and leaning against the counters as Bitty flipped pancakes at the stove. He keeps his head down, but Bitty notices him immediately and chirps, “Morning, Mr. Poindexeter.” But when he actually looks at Dex, he does a double take, “I didn’t know you wore glasses!” And then everyone is staring at him, at the gigantic, thick lensed glasses. His entire body burns, he can feel the blood flooding his cheeks but the room is silent so he gives a forced chuckle, “I wear contacts but my prescription ran out.” But as he turns toward the table everyone is still staring at him in wonder, except Nursey who is wearing a mischievous grin. He knows what is coming, as a spark of humiliation and rage flutters in the pit of his stomach, Nursey huffs out a small laugh. “You pick out those frames yourself? You look like true 1960’s Poindexter, all you’re missing are the suspenders and pocket protector.” It was a weak chirp, and honestly, he’d heard it a thousand times before but hearing it from his friends, especially Nursey, who was gorgeous and flawless with perfect vision, it just stung. Immediately he felt dizzy with embarrassment and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying. Without thinking he ripped the glasses off of his face let them hit the ground before stepping on the lens. The second he heard them crunch, he bolted up the staircase, only faintly hearing the, “Not cool, Nursey.” Followed by an, “I didn’t know, I- had no idea-“

    He found himself on the roof, clutching his knees to his chest as he waited for Jenna to answer her cell, and when he got her voicemail, he explained that he would give her anything she wanted if she drove to the optometrist’s office and convinced them to express mail him his next prescription. He was adding the twentieth please to the end of the message when he heard the window behind him. He didn’t bother to turn around because he probably wouldn’t be able to tell who they were until they got to his side. He was typing a message to Jenna, holding the screen about an inch from his face, when a body settled next to him.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Dex.” Nursey tried to rest a hand on his shoulder, the way that makes his stomach flutter, but Dex moves flinches away violently. He hears a desperate whine from Nursey, and when he looks to his side, Nursey has a one hand fisted in his curls, with the other clutching what Dex assumes are the glasses. He sucks in a deep breath before whispering, “They look really cute on you.”

  “Excuse me?!” For someone who preached peace and acceptance, Nursey was being incredibly cruel. Dex could feel his hands start to shake uncontrollably as he reached out to snatch the glasses, but Nursey caught his wrist and pulled him in close.  He could feel Nursey’s breath on his face and see the specs of gold in his eyes.

“I only said what I said because I was trying to cover up the fact that I am so incredibly turned on by the image of you in glasses.” Dex is ready to punch Nursey for being such douchebag but Nursey is slipping the glasses onto his face (the frames had cracked in several places, but lenses had escaped unscathed) and leaned in to press a hot kiss against his mouth.

    Just as Nursey slipped his tongue into his mouth, he pulled back and searched his face, their foreheads pressed together. Nursey had eyes shut and he’s laughing breathlessly, and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of his neck and the other moves to his waist. “If you’re fucking with me I’m gonna push you off this roof.” Nursey shook his head before ducking in again, kissing him gently before whispering, “What do I have to do to get you to wear these in bed?” And Dex actually shoves his shoulder hard.

Downstairs Lardo comes back in the front door announcing, “They’re all good.” To everyone’s relief.

JB Imagine - Nerve (Part 1)

A/N - I saw the movie Nerve last week and loved the concept of it so I decided to make a JB miniseries that’s loosely based on the story. Hope you guys all enjoy it! Keep sending in your requests~

Nerve. The game that everyone was either playing or watching. You sat there at your computer, unsure what to click. Should you go against your introverted instinct and just watch others complete dares and help set dares for them or should you go out of your comfort zone and be a player. Your friend, Jackson had already signed up to be a player and completed a few dares for himself, including running around in his underwear while singing at the top of his lungs. You let out a slow breath as you went over the two options in your head. If you became a watcher then you’d be able to choose dares for the players and watch them do all kinds of outrageous stuff. It’d cost you a bit of money but at least you wouldn’t be in any danger. If you became a player on the other hand, then you’d have to complete all the dares that the watchers set for you and you wouldn’t be able to give up unless you wanted to lose the money that you won. That was a huge positive to becoming a player - you get bigger and bigger amounts of money the more you carry out the dares.

“Screw it,” you whispered to yourself as you let the mouse hover over the player button. You clicked down on the mouse. Your fate was sealed. You were now a player.

Picking up your phone, you began to talk to the watchers and asked for dares. After a few minutes, one finally popped up on your screen that said ‘go to your local bookstore and kiss a random stranger for at least 3 seconds’. You took a few deep breaths before getting up and leaving your house. Luckily, you lived alone so wouldn’t have to explain to anyone what you were actually doing. The book shop was only a 5 minute walk away but those 5 minutes seemed to last forever. Dread and nerves filled you as you walked down the street. If this was what just the walk felt like, imagine how hard it’ll be to find a stranger and kiss them! 

When you finally arrived and stepped inside, you saw that it wasn’t too busy today, unlike most days when you visited. You glanced around to see if there was anyone you’d have the courage to go up to and kiss. So far, you had no luck and decided to walk over to your favourite section of the shop and pick someone from there. If you were in the area you liked most, it wouldn’t be as scary, right? As you reached that section, you saw just one guy standing there holding a book. You tried to sneakily have a look at what he was currently flicking through. He was holding a copy of one of favourite books. ‘That’s it. He’s the one,’ you thought to yourself as you walked over, trying to seem confident.
“Hi,” you greeted, smiling at him. He returned the smile before replying with a “Hi.”
“So I couldn’t help but notice that book you’re reading. It’s one of my favourites.”
“Oh really? It’s actually one of mine too. I’m just buying it for a friend.”
“Oh that’s cool. I loved the main character, she was hilarious.”
“Yeah..” He replied, seeming a little confused as to why you were talking to him. You held your phone in your hand, prepared to record the dare as it said in the rules. Then, you quickly leaned in and kissed him. Catching on to why you were suddenly kissing him, the stranger returned the kiss and placed his hands on your waist, holding you close to him.

You finally broke the kiss and smiled awkwardly. You stuttered a little as you tried to say some coherent words but instead just hurriedly said “Bye” and turned around and left that section of the bookstore. Your heart pounded in your chest and your phone buzzed. When you looked at it, you saw you had won £50 for completing your dare. As you began to walk towards the exit of the bookstore, the stranger you had just kissed began to sing. He was purposely singing badly and dancing around the bookstore, clearly trying to draw attention to himself. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight until he began to move towards you. When his song finished, he was stood right in front of you.
“I’m guessing you’re a player, right?”
“Oh, uh yeah. I am.”
“That your first dare?”
“Could you tell?” He laughed and looked up at you again, “Don’t worry. It’s gets easier the more you do.”
“Good to know,” you replied, feeling the conversation die down and become awkward. Before the awkward tension could get to you, you got a notification on your phone giving you another dare. It said, ‘Go with him to the pier’. He held up his phone that now said, ‘Take her to the pier’.
“Looks like they think we pair up well together,” he mused, looking at you to see your answer.
“Yeah I guess they do.”
“So are you coming with me?”
“I don’t know. We only just met and I don’t even know your name and-”
“-It’s Jaebum. But everyone calls me JB. What’s yours?”
“Oh, I’m (Y/N).”
“There, now we’re no longer strangers and we know each other’s names. We’re practically friends now. Are you coming now?” You took a few deep breaths, thinking about the situation and if you should really go with him. Every part of you was shouting no and telling you to just go home but you felt something inside of you telling you to go with him.
“Why not?” You asked as you smirked at him. He returned the smirk and said, “Perfect. Let’s go.”

every damn day

theappleppielifestyle

#there needs to be more fic where steve punches howard #idc how #time travel or an au or whatever

ask and ye shall receive

It’s been fifteen years since Steve came out of the ice, and nearly ten since he’d gotten the nerve to ask Tony on a date.

They’ve been through a lot together. The only person who knows him better than Tony at this point is Bucky.

Steve likes to think he knows Tony just as well.

One of the things he’s learned a lot about is Howard’s parenting, and he may have liked the guy during the war, but with time, and every word out of Tony’s mouth, his memories and his opinion have soured. He carries a lot of anger about the way Howard treated Tony, and the endless repercussions of it. Every day it affects Tony.

So when the Avengers are thrown back in time and find themselves greeted by the stunned faces of Peggy, the Commandos, and Howard himself, it’s not Peggy Steve goes to first.

She watches, open-mouthed as he barrels straight past her, through the Commandos to the back corner where Howard is just looking up, pushing a pair of protective goggles onto his forehead with a little frown. He can hear Sam and Clint saying his name, confusion in their voices, and Tony saying, “Wait, is that—”

Howard’s eyes go wide in surprise. “Steve Rogers,” he says, “is that really you? God, you look ol—”

You,” Steve snarls, and pulls his fist back.

At the last second he realizes what he’s doing and pulls the punch just enough so he’s probably not broken Howard’s jaw. He crumples to the floor clutching his face amidst the sound of everyone in the room shouting in surprise. Steve reaches down and hauls Howard up by the front of his shirt, all that anger, all that rage he’s had to brush aside for so long bubbling up with a roar. “You son of a bitch,” he hisses. “You spent all your god-damned energy on me instead of your god-damned son, what the hell is wrong with you? How could you do that to him? How could you not see—”

Someone grabs him and drags him away from Howard, Bucky’s metal hand prying his hands free of Howard’s shirt. They don’t stop pulling on him until they’ve hauled him outside and the snap of cold air brings Steve back to himself a little. He’s shaking, heart pounding like a rock against his chest. “Let me go,” he snaps, jerking at their hold. “Let me go!

They do, and he staggers forward. He catches himself and starts pacing, needing to expend the surge of energy somehow. He can feel Thor and Bucky—they’re the ones who dragged him out, he can see at least that clearly now—watching him. He tears the cowl off and digs his fingers through his hair, violently enough that he feels the sharp prick of hairs being pulled out.

Then he sees Tony, the faceplate retracted to reveal the utterly bewildered expression on his face. “Steve—what…what the hell was that?”

All the anger fizzles out and Steve slumps, one hand coming up to cover his face in embarrassment. “Shit,” he says. “Shit, Tony, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I—I lost it.”

“Well, yeah,” Tony says, still sounding flabbergasted, “I saw. But why? I thought you—” His throat clicks. “I thought you got along with him.”

“I did,” Steve says. “I did. Before I knew—” Three brisk strides bring him to Tony, and he lifts his hands, cups Tony’s face, the fierceness of his love like a tangible thing, sharp inside him. “What he did to you was inexcusable.”

Tony blushes and his eyes dart to the sides before dropping down between their bodies, his hands curling and uncurling. “Well, he’s not gonna win any Dad of the Year awards or anything, but…”

“You deserved better,” Steve insists.

Tony peeks up at him through his eyelashes. “Hey, I got you out of the deal, I don’t think I did too shabby.”

Steve kisses him, very gently. “You should have had it all.”

He Finds Your Tumblr

Masterlist | Request 

Ashton

It’s a normal, peaceful day. Your boyfriend Ashton is on break from his tour and is currently sitting in your living room whilst you’re making lunch for the both of you. 

Ashton’s laughs echo through the open door and you stick a head round the frame to see what’s so funny.

“What’re you laughing at?” Your words only make him laugh louder so you narrow your eyes. “Seriously, Ash, what’s going on?” He abruptly stops laughing after hearing the seriousness in your tone and looks up guiltily. “What do you have there?” you grin with curiosity and start walking over. He slams the computer screen down and you glare at him. 

Keep reading

Spotlight, Chapter: 1

Soulmate! & Famous! AU

Summary: Fairy tales are just that, tales.

I hope you all can enjoy this new series. It has been my escape for a while now, so I hope it can entertain you all as well. I’ll try to keep this series from interrupting requests for those of you who aren’t interested. Anyways, I hope you like it! <3


For everyone, it’s different. Some like to claim that it was like a magnetic pull, a supernatural force that guided them. Others swear they heard their name over the crowd, a voice they had never heard before, yet yearned for so immensely that ignoring the call was impossible. Some say that they were granted visions in a dream, a mystic landscape with no landmarks besides the undeniable feeling having seen it all before. The feeling of finding your soulmate. The one the universe deemed yours, and you, theirs. A love and a friendship unlike any else, all bundled within one person, chosen especially for you.

It’s a shame that it’s all lies.

Keep reading

The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Two

TITLE OF STORY: The Governess and the Liesmith
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 2/?
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Fluff, Drama, Angst…
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES/FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Thanks to @sweetsigyn for giving me the prompt, and thanks to my beta @ladyaudiophile for putting up me :P As always, please let me know what you think. xoxox

Previous Chapter

Keep reading

6

Hello friends!!! Welcome to another round of makeup Harry! It’s about time you think? I figure you want to know what’s going on in these pictures too, yeah? Well let me tell ya. 💜

Photo 1: It’s the morning of one of Louis’ big championship footie games and Harry had to make every effort to be there. It’s not everyday your boyfriend who’s captain of the team plays a big championship game so Harry made sure he came dressed for the game in his proper sporty attire (though he’s not the sportiest or best at sports at all) along with bringing a few extra pals along the way. They may have been the loudest group in the stands cheering every time Louis or Liam scored a goal and and laughing at some dumb joke Niall made about the way Liam runs across the field while they shove sour candy in their mouths and take a number of selfies with each other and almost everyone in the stands. It’s what being young is all about.

Photo 2: Harry was certain this dumb trip to his stepdad’s beach house in this incredibly tiny town was going to be a waste of time. Plus he was incredibly scared of the ocean after the tragic event of what happened to his father when he was at sea. He never wanted to go near a beach let alone set foot on one. He was perfectly fine just staying at home for the summer nowhere near the beach and where at least a population of over two thousand existed. He does meet one person though. A life guard named Louis. It’s his job for the summer and they don’t actually meet at the beach, no it takes a while before Harry is actually comfortable with stepping in the sand and letting the water lick at his toes on the shore. He enjoys this charming older boy who shows him around his tiny town with secret spots hidden deep within the forests and artifacts only his town could ever have and meet the people who watched his stepdad grow up when he lived here. It’s nice and calming and one day after the two shared their first intimate night on the bed of Louis’ truck under the stars, Harry allows Louis to take him to the beach that night and it’s comfortable. He feels safe. He trusts Louis. And then they go again and then the next day and the next day and the next day… The summer love burning so bright.

Photo 3: It sucks just a little when your dad is a world famous fashion photographer and you want nothing to do with the fashion industry. At all. Harry might be just a tiny bit judgmental and stereotypical towards the models that come and go from his dad’s studio and he rolls his eyes every time one of the models tells him how pretty he is and how lovely he’d look behind the camera and how long and perfect his legs were and how he was just BORN to model. Yeah… No. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop the group of girls taking photos together to pull Harry up and into the makeup studio to do his makeup during their break one day. He protests oh how he protests but once he sees his face he’s just a tiny bit speechless at how pretty he looks. He never saw himself as anyone interested in the whole beauty and makeup scene but he honestly didn’t mind it in this moment but of course he fixes his face so no one else knows this. It’s even worse when his dad comes in to see Harry all made up and the mischievous glint he gets in his eye as he grabs his camera. “Aw come on Haz. Just one photo love!” And then somehow one photo turns into twenty.

Photo 4: Harry wasn’t at all certain as to why he even brought himself here to Niall’s stupid New Years party. His boyfriend had broken up with him two days ago and he was still trying to completely recover and just get over it and this atmosphere most certainly didn’t feel like the place to be. People were dancing so close being incredibly couple-y and the drinks were all watered down and Harry couldn’t even find Niall anywhere amongst the crowd. So he’s just sat in the corner sort of wallowing and trying not to vomit when the countdown starts and everyone is cuddled up ready to kiss their partner into the new year and he wants to punch himself in the face. He should be home. The countdown continues and there’s a flash coming from across the room and apparently someone’s taking pictures. Harry counts to himself in his own world. Three… Two… One… FLASH. He feels the flash of the camera hit his skin and he didn’t even realize he was staring into a camera the entire time too lost in his thoughts. Everyone cheers as Harry blinks and meets a pair of fond blue eyes. The boy across from him pulls the Polaroid pic that comes out and he grabs his sharpie from his pocket and opens the cap before writing ‘Harry’ across the photo with a little smirk. He hands Harry the photo as everyone screams and cheers for the new year. “Happy New Year,” the boy says over the shouts before giving Harry a sweet smile and soon disappearing into the crowd. Harry stares at the picture for a long time wondering how the gorgeous boy knew his name and if he was a friend of Niall’s. If he would see ever him again.

Photo 5: Famous ballerina Harry Styles out after a huge show. It was his first show at that and he’d been incredibly nervous but he’d pulled through. His family was incredibly proud of him as well as his current instructor and his childhood instructor who had been in the crowd nearly in tears seeing her prized pupil on stage being as graceful as can be. He meets a little boy outside who’s running ahead of his parents who are jogging after him out of breath. “I’m your biggest biggest fan Harry! You make me not afraid to be a boy dancer,” the little boy says eyes so large and full of endearment. “People say ballet is only for girls but you prove them wrong and I want to be just like you! I can be like Harry can’t I?” He asks his parents behind him. Harry almost feels his heart practically burst because he was just living his dream and enjoying the moment. He didn’t know he was actually inspiring so many young boys who were being put down for just doing something that they loved. The boy asks for a picture which Harry of course agrees to take and he’s trying to hold back his happy tears as he smiles into the camera leaning down so he’s leveled with the small dancer as his father takes their picture. “You inspire him so much,” the boy’s mother tells Harry and Harry has to gently wipe at his eyes before shaking his head. “He inspires me,” Harry says truthfully with a warm smile.

Photo 6: Harry always found a way to make things seem a least a little more terrible than they actually were growing up. He’d say it was it anxiety fussing with him, putting him the most uncomfortable head spaces. He turned to YouTube as his escape, at first being a spectator and simply subscribing to people and following up with videos and being a fan and seeing that some of their struggles with self love and acceptance weren’t so different from his own. He wasn’t alone. Soon enough he started to make his own videos talking about self love and acceptance and beauty tips and healthy ways to take care of your body and basically being the person he always wanted to be growing up: confident and a leader. He was simply sharing his story and his methods and ways that helped him be better and reaching out to others as well. He hadn’t expected to gain a huge following and yet he did. He gained thousands and thousands of fans from around the world, was invited to seminars to help talk to kids, teens, and even older adults about important messages and topics and spoke up about equal rights in a number of communities and acceptance all the while still being true to himself and staying on his own path. When he’s invited to a banquet to accept an award for all of his hard work and help it’s so surreal. As a number of fans and photographers surround him he has to actually take it in and he’s truly blown away. He was almost certain his depressed, anxious fifteen year old self would never believe he’d be in this place today and yet here he was making a difference and making new friends around the world everyday.

Reticent

Originally posted by hobisu

(A/N: this is coming out of an extreme amount of anger and resentment to whoever decided that putting BTS in school uniforms (and maroon ones at that) was a good idea. It hurts me. Anyways. Enjoy some boarding school!Jungkook.)

Nervously, you tugged down the hem of your maroon plaid skirt and shifted your backpack on your tense shoulders. New schools were always awful, but this one was especially daunting. A private boarding school where everyone had known each other since diapers?

You basically wanted to shrivel into an inconspicuous pile of nothing.

Navigating the halls of the main academic building, you kept your head down, avoiding the curious stares of the pretty, entitled trust fund kids who roamed about, getting ready for the first day of class. You wanted to evade as much attention as possible and seamlessly dissolve into the background. You didn’t have piles of money in the bank, you didn’t spray yourself with Gucci perfume every morning, and you certainly didn’t have a Maserati sitting in the school garage. You were not one of them and never would be, so your goal was to blend in.

But of course, life can be cruel.

Keep reading