friday night yeah

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 2

A/N: This is a filler chapter. Meaning, this is much shorter than part 1. Do not feel dishearted, there will be a longer, more detailed part 3. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio.

“Are you ever going to speak to me?”

Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.

It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.

After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.

At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.

For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.

But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.

It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.

Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.

The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.

She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.

She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration. 

“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”

There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.

And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.

And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.

She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.

“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”

It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”

Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.

Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.

The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.

When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.

He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.

He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.

He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route. 

At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.

Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.

Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore. 

He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her. 

“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.

Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.

“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“

“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.

He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.

“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“

“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.

“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.

His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.

“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”

Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.

Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.

To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.

“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”

She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her. 

She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took. 

Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.

Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.

“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.

“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.

She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again. 

His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.

He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.

He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.

“Love, I—“

“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“

She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t  handle it anymore.

“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”

“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”

Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob. 

He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.

“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”

Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant

We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

anonymous asked:

The Sun article is literally a non story. No new info besides Louis being seen with the kid... It's basically just to reintroduce the kid before promo begins... Now is it just so they once again use the kid for normal promo? Maybe drop the song next Friday so he has a story about father's day to tell like he had the birthday when the JHO promo happened... Or does this reintroducing of the kid have another goal? Reminder before the end? If it's that I'm not hoping it to end that soon tho...

Guess we’ll have to wait and see. If they’re just redoing what they did with the birthday, that’s absurd and gross and made people really uncomfortable the first time so I don’t know what they think they’ll gain doing it again. I would hope that’s not what they’re doing, but with Crusty, Tyler and the Simons running the show, well…..


Kinetic Typography of the Doctor’s speech in Rose

Funnily enough, I was just thinking about making another kinetic typography video when the doctorwho tumblr announced their contest! I chose this quote for the simple fact that this was where I got hooked. I knew a little tiny bit about the show when I started watching it a few years ago, and this speech- about how the Doctor can feel the Earth revolving- caught my interest right away. It’s just the perfect lead in to the Doctor and who he is when we meet him in Rose.

Her Instinct - Chapter 17


The Cover Photo for this Chapter is the 2nd Place Winner of the Her Instinct Cover Contest by @AmandaHargrave (wattpad & twitter). Congrats again!~


This chapter was inspired by the song “Still Got Time” by ZAYN feat. PARTYNEXTDOOR. Feel free to listen as you read!

Chapter 17: Business or Pleasure

Forensics class droned on for what felt like an eternity, but I didn’t really care. My mind was back in my room with Mr. Leto. Chills spread all over my body as I recalled it all. That small glimpse of what it must be like to be with him everyday. Together. Alone. I think I could do that forever.

“So I heard about you and my Dad.” Allegra leaned

I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“Huh?” I panicked.

“He said he came to check up on you?”

“Oh yeah, ” I sighed in relieve.

Gosh. That was too much.

“Why do parents always have to check on us and what we’re doing? It’s not like my Dad would have found you with some guy over the house. I mean, it’s you for Heaven’s sake –‘Innocent Little Kerri’” she giggled.

If you only knew, Allegra, I’d make your head spin.

“I’m not that innocent, Allegra.” I tried to defend myself.

“You are so” she whispered playfully as the teacher walked by. “Name a guy you’ve kissed.” She demanded.


How do I explain this?

“You see…”

“Save it, Kerri. I know everything about you.”

“That’s why I worked out a little something for you.”

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Doc {2}

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Light Arguing, Light Depression

Words: 1,440

Previous Parts: 1

It’s been awhile, so just another reminder, no hate for Danneel, I absolutely adore her. This is just a story. Another fantasy to escape to.

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  • ESFP: I want to host a group dinner.
  • INTJ: When?
  • ESFP: It would have to be a Friday.
  • INTJ: I have work Friday nights.
  • ESFP: Yeah I know, that's the problem but it's the only night my family isn't home.
  • INTJ: Well then maybe you'll just have to deal with your family being there.
  • ESFP: I never said you had to be there.
  • INTJ: Alright then, I won't come-
  • ESFP: No please come! I didn't mean it-
  • INTJ: you see I KNEW IT!

Finnrey Circus Performers - for my Circus AU fic; done by the absolutely wonderful and SO talented @purrlockholmes! Thank you so much again for this stunning art! I will be staring at this for the reminder of my day <3
{A late Finnrey Friday Modern AU post bc Tumblr messed me around last night!}

Payed to Date (4)

(Based on 10 Things I Hate About You film)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, College AU

Summary: As soon as Steve starts going to his new school, he’s infatuated with Natasha Romanoff, the prettiest and one of the most loved girls. However she isn’t allowed to date until her ‘shrew’ older sister does and Steve is determined to find someone for her. Eventually, he does, but will his plan work? Or will it go down the plughole?

Warnings: cuss words

Word Count: 1.298

Author’s Note: Heyyy, I couldn’t wait to post this so I’m sorry if there are any errors. Enjoy as always!

Originally posted by pieriale

Masterlist  //  Masterpage  //  Part 3

Bucky’s POV

Bucky sat on the bench and watched as his class played volleyball. He was supposed to be playing too but he hated physical education lesson and he found it unnecessary. So he sat on the first bench he saw in the field and smoked.

“Hey,” Bucky heard someone say behind him. He didn’t think that the person was talking to him so he kept on smoking his cigarette. “I had some duck last night.” he heard him say and that’s when he knew he was talking to him.

Bucky gave him a disbelieving look, “Do I know you?” he knew him but he preferred to keep his cool.

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GTA: The Party Boy

Originally posted by jengkook

First Part of Jimin’s story for my GTA AU (read Hoseok’s Here) This series can be read in any order or for any one person but share the wealth! Experience it all! Based off of this post by @jgguks

word count: 1800

warnings: drug use, drug mention, food

a/n: yoongi’s next :^) - fox

“How’s that old girl of yours?”

Jimin turned to face the voice. It was well past one AM and after Hoseok, the usual dealer, left the frat party with some girl, he had to go into the club he frequents and buy straight from the Boss.

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It’s 3:33 AM, I am studying in my room at the college alone since my roommate has cleared her stuff. I put my playlist on shuffle and literally mixed in every song that I have in the laptop.

Imagine how I felt when suddenly this song started playing (This is a soundtrack from the Fatal Frame horror game. Coco pls) and OMIGAWD I’m generally a brave person or more like I’m emotionless when it comes to horror thingy, but I forgot I have this in my playlist somewhere and it really gave me the creep OTL

Thinking Out Loud

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Request: Could you do a Charles Xavier song imagine with the song Thinking Out Loud? Really fluffy?

Summary: You guys fell in love (in mysterious ways) before Charles lost his ability to walk and then stayed with him after Cuba to take care of him and he’s frustrated that he can’t do anything anymore

Warning: super emotional and fluffy :’) this is like 1600+ words whoops I got carried away

A/N: I absolutely adore Charles he’s such a fluffy little cutie pie :’) Im currently working on a few new imagines for peter, angel, alex and hank because my poor loves get litte to no attention aside from peter because lets be real evan peters is a god.. But of like adorable awkwardness and making that somehow the sexiest thing on the planet.

You and Charles. Thats the way it had always been after he found you. In the wake of the cold war, Erik and Charles had gone out scouting potential mutants for the “X-Men”, a group of mutants to help the government fight off any potential threats to the state; including Shaw. When Charles had connected to Cerebro you had been the strongest field he had felt and made it his duty to seek you out. They had found you in an alleyway stealing food from a nearby convenience store; you hadn’t taken a lot -just enough for that night’s dinner- but the sight made Charles extremely sad.  

“Your gift is beautiful, y/n!” He marvelled as he watched the way you could so effortlessly control the tiny particles in your body and objects around you.

You jumped at the sudden voices petrified that you had been caught. ‘How does he know my name? Is he with the government?’

Suddenly you heard a deep voice in your head, soft and comforting, “We didn’t mean to frighten you, my name is Charles, I’m a telepath. My friend here is Erik, he controls metal. We aren’t here to hurt you we just have a proposition. You are so lovely my dear and your gift is incredible.”

You blushed brightly, turning away as no one had ever referred to your mutation as a ‘gift’.

“Y/n you are more powerful than you will ever know. You shouldn’t have to steal to survive, and you won’t have to, not with us. Come with Erik and I and we will show you a world where you don’t have to hide or cower away. Mutant and proud. Together.”

Naturally he faced no opposition on your end as you eagerly joined his team; interested to learn more about yourself and others. You were Charles’ best student, rapidly mastering your own abilities as well as developing new skills you hadn’t thought of before for instance you could sense people’s energy fields; deducing where their powers came from and their strength. Eventually you began to assist in other students trainings. For Raven you showed her how much more vulnerable the human body was because you knew it would empower her in her natural form; infact the two of you even discovered a quicker and easier way for her to shift. You helped Alex learn to feel the current of his own power as they flowed through him and taught him that controlling his power just meant focusing on it. As for Sean, the two of you got on quite nicely as both your powers could manipulate the natural properties of things. Charles always admired your natural charm and way with people; he’d often invite you to play a game of chess with him or an early morning coffee run just to be close to you.

“Thank you for helping y/n. I don’t think we could have gotten this far without you.” Charles had smiled at you softly one day after training. Alex had successfully learned to contain his power and was now strutting around the dining hall sharing his success to anyone who’d listen.

You blushed, turning away from Alex to focus on a very sincere, very attractive Charles, “It was nothing really, I was just enjoying having some mutant friends.”

“Well those mutant friends are very lucky to have you!” He winked, his face illuminated in a gorgeous million dollar smile. You were utterly entranced as his eyes scanned over you.

You giggled nervously brushing a strand of hair out of your face, “I doubt they feel the same” A small smile began to twist its way onto your face as you remembered some particularly annoying and embarrassing moments shared with them. Charles took a slight step closer and you were no longer smiling, hell you weren’t even breathing. ‘Is this real?’ you wondered as his breath ghosted over your cheeks his deep voice whispering, “I know I’d be lucky to have you”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to understand what he was saying. “W-would you like to..”


“To have me?”

“Yes, darling, I would love to.”


“To be with you, to be the cause of that beautiful smile and to see you grow and prosper by my side. You are so extraordinary, not just your gift but you, and I want you to be mine and me to be yours..”

You were in awe, your mouth was dry, your mind dizzy as you tried to understand what he was saying. You had been in love with Charles since the first time you heard his voice in your head.

“how about dinner this friday night at 6?”

“uh yeah sounds great.”

“Dress nice I’m going to take you somewhere special.”

That friday night he had taken you to the fanciest restaurant in europe, ordering his favorite aged wine -which you decided was probably worth more than you could ever afford- and making a toast to the beautiful woman at his side; i.e. you. You spent the night talking and drinking, ordering a few dozen appetizers until you couldn’t even fathom trying to eat a meal. He had insisted you try their lamb but you were more interested in him than the food. Before you left for the mansion, you begged him to let you walk through the streets more, you had never been to paris and it has always been on you to do list. A live band was playing down the street and you couldn’t help but run to it, swaying to the music as Charles wrapped an arm around you.

“You are absolutely stunning.” He whispered happily, nipping at your ear. Completely caught off guard you jumped away, a small squeak sounding from your lips as you desperately went to cover them. A small giggle pouring through you as you poked him in the chest, “You scared me.”

He feigned shock as he quickly bowed, “Oh no! My apologies m’lady! It shall not happen again.”

You giggled again, delighted with his response and humor, “Mhm better not.” You joked sassily before kissing his cheek.

“Someday m’lady I will make it up to you.”

“You already have.”

You and Charles began to fall for one another more and more each day. The way his smile could flip your world upside down, or the giddy feeling that filled your chest when he whispered your name. He’d always run his fingers through your hair and whisper about how much he loved you; he’d say every kiss with you was like a match to the burning flame in his heart. And then Cuba happened. As if Erik turning on Charles wasn’t bad enough, when Erik was deflecting the bullet Moira shot at him it pierced Charles instead. The whole scene had been so devastating and fast you hadn’t known what to do. Before you knew it you were at Charles’ side but he pushed you away.

“I don’t want you to see me like this!” He pleaded his eyes filling with tears.

“I’m staying, Charles.”

His eyes searched yours frantically trying to help you understand before he finally screamed,  “I can’t walk, y/n! I can’t even move!”

You froze in place terrified and overwhelmed with sadness; Charles had never yelled at you before and he had never looked so afraid.

“I won’t leave you Charles.”

The next few weeks were unbearable; Erik disappeared with Raven, Angel, Azazel, and Riptide, even breaking Frost out of prison to replace Charles -which had only further upset Charles-, inturn Charles erased Moira’s memory and sent her back to her boss before falling into a deep depression.He felt useless without his legs and often had loud unsanctioned outbursts. You tried to talk to him, to try to discuss what he was feeling, but he didn’t want to tell you. You knew he was embarrassed, he felt defiled and incompetent.

“Charles, this doesn’t change a thing. You are still the handsome, charming man I have always known. You are just as powerful now as you were then, just as smart, just as lovable.”

“I can’t protect you like this y/n! You deserve better! You deserve someone who can run with you and fight by your side and not have to wheel around!”

“I don’t want anyone better I want you!” Your voice shook as you glanced up at him tears already pouring from your eyes. “It’s always been you, I don’t want anyone else. Let me help you.”

His eyes softened as he watched you, “come here” he whispered his voice just above a whisper. You slowly approached him trying to brush away the tears pouring down your cheeks, before you knew it he had his arms wrapped around you again as he pulled you into his lap.

You smiled slowly beginning to sway as if the two of you were dancing, you began to sing just so the two of you could have some music, “When your legs don’t work like they used to before and I can’t sweep you off of your feet, will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?” He chuckled lightly swatting at your shoulder.

“What too soon?” You laughed and he nodded.

“So, honey, now take me into your loving arms, kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, place your head on my beating heart. I’m thinking out loud….” Your voice trailed off as you looked into his eyes, some days you wished that you could read his mind because it had always been such a beautiful mystery to you. You began to lean forward, tilting your head as your lips brushed over his own. His eyes fluttered closed as one of his hands trailed up your back meeting the base of your neck, before slowly pressing his lips to yours.

“…We found love right where we are…” His voice echoed throughout your head.

yknow what is like, real hell?? feeling your symptoms bubbling under a threadbare blanket of medication that has thinned but still keeps the symptoms down so you just feel like a breathing time bomb with no outlet