expectations were not met

I don’t regret loving you. But your love came with a lot of pain and a lot of hurt. I lost count of all the times I cried myself to sleep. I lost count of all the time I made you upset. We made wonderful memories together but we also caused each other a great deal of heartache and headaches. Along the way we lost each other in the twists and turns we were not expecting. If I could go back to the day I met you, I would never have crossed the street to say hello, not because I regretted meeting you or loving you but because I would have saved us from a great deal of suffering this loved caused us.
I don’t regret loving you. But your love came with a lot of pain and a lot of hurt. I lost count of all the times I cried myself to sleep. I lost count of all the time I made you upset. We made wonderful memories together but we also caused each other a great deal of heartache and headaches. Along the way we lost each other in the twists and turns we were not expecting. If I could go back to the day I met you, I would never have crossed the street to say hello, not because I regretted meeting you or loving you but because I would have saved us from a great deal of suffering this loved caused us.
Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

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I feel like half the homeschoolers I meet are radical christians with conservative opinions and views and the other half are v liberal and like EXTREMELY gay there is no in-between

Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

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I know it feels right now like we failed. But look at what we did accomplish:

We flipped multiple Republican senators.
We delayed the vote.
We emboldened Democrats to speak out against DeVos, loudly, late into the night.
We organized. We were seen.
We made it harder than they ever expected.
We were a thorn in their side.

Republicans met the Obama administration with obstruction and loud disagreement at every turn. Our job, now, is to return that energy, and then some. We don’t have the votes, always, but we do have the people power. We can delay, pressure, advocate, organize, and inform. What we can’t do is give up.

We can allay the damage this administration does. We can foment discord between Trump and his aides and the Republican party. We can give all of them hell. Unceasing, well-informed, devoted, righteous hell. I know we can do that because we already did here.

You all did a good job. You did not fail. The Senate failed you. But we won’t go away. We’ll keep being heard. Sometimes we’ll win. Sometimes we’ll throw up as many roadblocks and delays as possible and unrelentingly get in their faces. That matters too.

Leave This Town Pt 6 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Surprise Avenger! :)

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: Angst and then a bit of fluff. Mentions of sex.

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Soooo yeah. Heh. Just keep in mind that this is not the end! At least 2 more parts coming. Here’s my ask box if you feel the need to share. ;) 

<<<Part Five   Part Six   Part Seven>>> Coming Mon 24 July, 3pm EST

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“You’re meant for more than this small town, too,” you declared louder this time, grasping his face in your hands.

“I don’t underst—“

“Come with me.”

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“What did you just say?” Bucky asked, taking a step back.

“Bucky,” you began calmly, since you had blurted it out too quickly the first time. “I want you to come with me. To L.A.”

With a dazed look, he slipped from your grasp, taking halting steps backwards until he reached the bed and sat down. “Are you serious?” he asked, finally meeting your gaze.

“Yes.”

“You want me to come to L.A. and…do what?” he questioned.

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Shoutout to all the aromantic people who were expecting support from the asexual community but were met with just as much animosity as from others.

The aromantic and asexual communities are actually extremely divided, while not all aces hate aros theres a considerable number who DO. Addressing this rift is the first step to unifying with eachother and creating a stronger support system.

Lightning Bolt Soulmate!Barry Allen x Reader Part Four

Fandom: The Flash

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Caitlin, Cisco

Word Count: 795

A/N: I know it’s been a long time and hopefully you guys don’t hate me after the long wait, but finally, here is part four.

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Richard Madden Request

Can I ask for a Richard Madden imagine? Where the two met on the set of game of thrones and now are married expecting a baby?


You remembered the day you met Richard. You were both filming an episode for the first season of Game of Thrones and you had caught his eye during the scene. “Hi,” you turned and looked at the actor who was covered in the large fur coat, “I’m Richard,” he awkwardly grinned.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” That’s how you two met; Richard in a large fur coat on and a sword on his hip and you in an blue decorated dress and grey cloak on. After a week of building up the courage Richard finally asked you out to dinner.

Three years, eight months, and 16 days later you were in another dress but, this time, it was long and white. Packed inside a small church in his hometown was all your family and friends, watching as you walked down in your white dress, boutique in hand, towards your handsome husband-to-be in a classic black tux.

As the reception was in full swing your husband grabbed you and took you to the dancefloor and as everyone danced like crazy to the fast song he held you in his arms and danced with you slowly. “You look stunning tonight, Mrs. Madden.”

“I think you’ve said that a couple times already Mr. Madden,” you blushed.

“And I’ll say it everyday from here on, too.” And he seemed to keep his word, everyday on your two week long honeymoon he showered you with praise and made you feel like a Queen.

A month after your honeymoon you were bouncing around the house. You and Richard were both going to fly out to separate projects this weekend, meaning that laundry needed done so you both had clothes for the two weeks you’d both be filming, and the house needed tidying up in general.

You grabbed the hamper and went into the bathroom, taking the towels and washcloths from the shower. You went to grab the towel by your sink when it caught on a drawer and tugged it open. A little pink box caught your eye. It caught you off guard and, holding up your fingers, you counted the weeks on your hand.

You were almost a month late and you hadn’t even realized.

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You had opened a ton of present at your baby shower and still had more that had been mailed in that you were in the process of going through. “This one’s from Emilia,” you grabbed the box with a smile on your face as Richard handed you the box.

“Oh my Gosh,” you held up the white onesie and turned it to face Richard. In black print, with three colored dragons on it, was “Daughter Of Dragons” on it.

“She’s trying to make my baby a Targaryen. I can’t believe it.”

“Don’t worry,” you told him, “we have the wolf jacket onesie Maisie gave us. And all the direwolf stuffed animals from the cast.”

“Only a couple more months until she’s here,” he placed a hand on your large stomach. He leaned to your stomach and looked to see what else was in the boxes, “Let’s see what else you got baby girl.”

Climax of the Storm

Request: can i request a winwin smut pls i don’t care what it’s about but make him super dominant hehe thank u😄💕

Member: WinWin

Genre: Smut

Song: Mood Setter 

Note: Will I ever stop uploading when no one is awake? Find out next week on probably not. umm but I seriously think I’m getting better at smut like it still needs a lot of improvement but…I didn’t feel weird writing this one? Also, you said super dominant so, I tried!

“Here Y/A. You can sleep in my shirt for tonight.”

You looked up from watching the ending credits of the movie roll. Johnny was smiling down at you with one of his tee’s in his hand. You stood up from the couch and took the shirt from him while returning the smile.

“Thanks Johnny. I’m sorry to bother you. I really would’ve just been fine sleeping in what I’m in.”

He put his hand on your back and guided you towards the bathroom.

“Are you kidding? You would have been so uncomfortable in your jeans. Go ahead and get changed. You’re sleeping in WinWin’s bed right?”

You turned the knob of the bathroom while looking back at Johnny while briefly thinking of your best friend and his offer for you to sleep in his bed tonight.

“Yeah, he said I can sleep in his bed and he’ll sleep in Taeil’s since Taeil is at his girlfriend’s tonight.”

“Ok, cool. I’ll go help WinWin tidy up, his side is always a little messy.”

“Ok, thanks again!”

You entered the bathroom and changed into the shirt Johnny had loaned you. Due to his taller and more muscular stature, the shirt did hang very loosely on your body yet only stopped slightly above your bottom. You were starting to wish you had asked for some shorts but you figured you would be fine since you were going straight to bed anyway. You gave yourself one more onceover in the mirror and beelined for WinWin’s room. When you entered you saw WinWin and Johnny making the room a little more presentable for you, both of their backs turned towards you. You chuckled at their speed cleaning, as if you were their mother who had just returned home and they were trying to finish forgotten chores.

“Guys, you don’t have to make the room spotless. It’s just me, and besides my stay is unexpected,” you said motioning towards the thunder,  heavy rain, and lightning outside. Due to the bad weather, you and the other few members scattered around had decided it would be safer to just stay over at the dorm after your movie night together. That’s why you were now spending the night in your best friend’s Sicheng’s room with him.

They both turned towards you at the sound of your voice. You were expecting a response but all you received was two pairs of eyes dragging up and down your body. One boy seemed shocked and the other seemed oddly satisfied.

“Y/A. Whose shirt is that?”

You looked down at the shirt, tugging at it slightly to cover more of your thighs. You looked back up at WinWin and wordlessly pointed at Johnny with a blank stare on your face.

Johnny quirked an eyebrow and smirked while looking at WinWin.

“Why? Isn’t she cute in it?”

“I-I mean yeah but…I was going to give her my shirt,” WinWin answered under his breath. He looked away from you both and sat down on Taeil’s bed.

Johnny looked back at you and smiled.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna try and get some sleep now. This storm is so loud tonight but at least I won’t be able to hear much of Mark’s snoring. Goodnight Y/A!”

He brushed past you and pat your head on his way out. Once he left, you shut the door and scurried over to plop down next to Sicheng. He was absent mindlessly scrolling through his phone but as soon as he felt your side pressed against his you could feel him stiffen, causing worry to spread across your face.

“Are you ok Sicheng?”

He put his phone down and shifted slightly away from you.

“Yeah. I’m fine I just-the um storm! The storm has me a bit…distracted.”

You watched as his eyes trailed down your exposed legs and back up until you made eye contact once again. He gulped as he realized he had just been caught checking you out. He shifted again but this time you followed him and leaned into his side until he was almost hanging off the edge of the bed. Your own eyes trailed his lean figure adorned in basketball shorts and a hoodie. He gripped the bed sheets to keep from falling off as he leaned out of your reach. You began to back away so that he could sit comfortably. Once his guard was down again, you chuckled and placed your hand on his knee. You both watched your hand stroke his leg softly until you spoke once again to catch his attention.

“Sicheng, you aren’t nervous because of me, are you?”

You looked into his widened eyes and waited for a response. He licked his lips nervously, unsure of how to respond. His attractive best friend was flirting with him. Although, it would have been a lot easier to enjoy if you weren’t wearing another guy’s shirt. He was already beginning to get lost in dirty thoughts while he admired your body that was still leaning further towards him. Somehow, despite the baggy shirt you were in, he could still see the image of your body outline. He wanted to reach out and give into you but he wasn’t even sure on where he would begin or what he would do. Sure, he had dreamed about it often. Yet, your body was an untouchable sanctuary for the innocent Sicheng and even if you had always teased him just as you were now, he would only sit and imagine exploring your waiting body. He would never be brave enough to actually give into the tempting fruit you were offering.

He could still feel your hand stroking his knee. He pulled himself from his thoughts and slapped your hand away. He gently pushed you away until some space was put between you two once again. You would’ve loved to hear his response but you figured you had done enough teasing for the night as he avoided your eyes.

“Sicheng, I’m just joking with you, ease up! You cutie.”

You gave him a friendly slap on the back, leaving him with pinkened cheeks, and hopped off the bed to turn off the light before making your way towards your own bed for the night. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and got comfortable in the bed. You looked at Sicheng who was now getting comfortable himself by taking off his hoodie to leave his upper body bare. He settled down under his own covers. The only light coming into the room was a street light that wasn’t as strong due to the heavy rain. Occasionally, some lightning far off would flash from behind the trees scattered near the window, giving you a slightly clearer view of Sicheng’s bed. You occasionally peeked at your friend to see that he was facing away from you. He was still and unmoving, so you assumed he had already fallen asleep. You turned over on your back and watched the shadows from the window reflect and scatter across the ceiling. You began to think about your day and spending time with WinWin which led you to think about your relationship with him overall.  

You thought of all the times you had teased him just as you had done a few minutes before. You didn’t know why you did that. You used to think it was just because you liked seeing the cute and flustered reactions that Sicheng would give. A part of you knew it was a little something more. It was the small yet burning desire of him to stand up for himself and tease you for once. Make you feel hot and bothered while he controlled your reactions and left you with longing. You knew it was wrong to want to change your best friend with lust filled intentions behind your actions but you really couldn’t help yourself. He was just so submissive and you couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if he was more authoritative with you and only you. You peeked at Sicheng one more time before sighing at your ridiculous thoughts of a dominant Sicheng.

I must be really tired to be thinking about a possibility like that. I’m going to sleep.

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Request: CEO/Playboy!Se Hun meets shy ex girlfriend after three-four years. She’s convinced that he’s moved on and she thought that she had too…

Genre: CEO/Playboy AU, Angst

Member: Sehun

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You took in a deep breath as you got out of your car. Looking up at the tall building looming over you, giving off a sort of intimidating presence the longer you stared at it. You got yourself together as you decided to make your way inside. 

You had been looking for a job as a PA for a while now, but to no avail. Many doors before got closed in your face, callbacks that never came, you were close to giving up, this job interview you were about to go into now, being your last hope.

You’ve always been an anxious person, nervous and shy. You weren’t confident at all, but you needed to get yourself together. 

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My 2017 trip to South Korea

Hello! I went to South Korea from Dec 29-Jan 6 about a week or so! I was so nervous to go even though I’ve seen positive experiences with Black women going, I was still nervous about visiting.

But I won’t talk much but just say my experience was beyond my expectations! I met too many cool people who were genuinely curious about Black people, like how do you do your hair like that? (I had curly/ long natural hair style). How do you stay so fit? How did you learn Korean? How do you say this or that in English? Your lips are so pretty, women would stare at my lips and say how they wish they had lips like mine. People would at times ask to take pictures with us, I was with 2 White girls and 1 Black girl and they were asking my White friends to take the pictures for them, We’re still laughing about that. But it didn’t bother her, she thought it was so nice that they were all over us and giving us a lot of love out of kindness. I had some even tell me they wish they had gorgeous glowing skin like mine instead of being pale, I was so shocked because most of the Korean beauty standards is to have pale skin.

Now I know you all probably wondering about the men right? I was curious about the clubbing scene so we did visit some clubs! Girl when I tell you when we walked up in there me and my other BFF whose Black (the other girls didn’t want to go). It was like in slow motion! Like the movies, a lottttt of staring at us mostly from the men, some of them are so bold! And the other half just stare wanting to come up and talk to us, but they be thirsty too! Some just want to like kiss and dance and some really want you to be his wife, for real! I’ve gotten numbers and I was curious to ask if they wish they had more Black people in Korea and their eyes would get so wide and they would say yes yes yes! Or ask me to move here please so we can hang out aww.

It was a quick trip but I’m hoping we can go back again this year. That’s how much fun we had! If anyone here is planning on going, do it! You’d enjoy it. It’s even prettier in the Spring/Summer time though especially with the food vendors. That’s what I want to do next time.

Auston Matthews #4.2

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Anonymous said: Please please pleaseee do a part 2 to the auston matthews imagine you just did 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 soo good

loonyremus said: THIS IS SO CUTE I’M CRYIN IN THE CLUB

Anonymous said: Can you do a part two of your recent Auston one? How they end up watching movies after the fire please !!!

Anonymous said: Please do a part 2 to the most recent Auston Matthews imagine!

deannaard said: Can you make a part two? This is just so cute and cuddly

okayleafs said: this was so cute! you should definitely make a pt 2💗

boo-boocmf said: Please do a part 2. This was SOOOO good.

A/N: wowowowow i was not expecting so much response from this imagine but damn thank you all so much <3 sorry if this sucked haha i wasn’t sure if i liked it honestly

Word Count: 1,747

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

“Auston’s coming over?” Steph questioned while looking over at you, her eyes only leaving the road for a moment before she was focused on driving once again. You shrugged and then bit down on your lip. “I mean, you two were pretty cozy by the fire,” she smirked now. 

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i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it) x seokjin

Week five, another set of flowers showing up by your doorstep… even after rejecting the first four. You’ll admit, it was hard to push them away when they were gorgeous and well thought out but… with the extra thoughts running at the back of your mind to who it could be, it was easier to send them back to where it came from.

Now it was pissing you off, to the point of annoyance when you know the sender knows you enough that one day, one way, you’ll accept them out of anger.

Today was that day.

When the door bell rings and through the peephole you see a bouquet of flowers, measured from the distance of your door and the height of the peephole to be positioned in a way where your eyes land directly on it, you yank the door open right after. Trudging out to retrieve the flowers, you find that once you have it in your possession, the shadow towering over you reveals to be someone you’ve been expecting ever since the first set of bouquet showed up.

And you don’t know if you should be relieved or mad that you were right.

Upon meeting eyes, silence falls between the both of you immediately. You hadn’t expected to see him despite telling yourself to expect him when you know your expectations were always met with the right conclusions drawn from the beginning. Still, you bite your tongue and try to back away into your apartment.

He inches out to hold onto you and with a hand that touches your arm, you snap.

“Don’t touch me,”

Seokjin pulls his hand back but remains unmoving when you do. Your eyes lock on the petals of the beautifully placed roses, all fifteen trimmed and together in a white vase to make the color red stand out. 

He clears his throat and asks a question that backfires him faster than he thought.

“C-Can you please listen to me?”

“I don’t know,” You meet with his gaze and he feels small under your glare, “Are you Seokjin the cop or are you Seokjin the gang member by the bar?”

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“See? I’m the same. Mostly.“

“How is it possible that I was chosen as the immortal guardian, right hand of the Luminate and it’s still you, turning up centuries later, still a mere mortal, who is hailed as hero?“


Guild Wars AU? Guild Wars AU. Xerath is one of the Exalted, Azir a necromancer recently reincarnated.

Or: I got way too excited about the exalted mini so I made an Azir stand-in character and then my mind ran away with me and headcanons happened.