ginger locks of hair

Soulmate Pt. 1 || Barry Allen

A/N: I saw this gif in a meme on Instagram and I had to make an imagine about it

Warnings: none

Note: soulmate au

“Hello, how can I help you today?” The barista behind the counter asked.

“Can you give me a minute?” You answered, scrolling though your phone, trying to find the secret menu of Jitters off of the internet. You had sworn that you saw it earlier in your bookmarks, but it seemed to be gone.

“Aha!” You said to her, mentally air high-fiving yourself. “One Zoom please.”

She nodded and went back to her station to make the drink, while you wandered off inside of the cafe.

You had just moved to Central City, and didn’t know many people or places inside of your new home. You had only been living there for a week, and things were already hectic at work. Your boss hated you, your coworkers thought that you were a mess, and to top it all off, you had lost your report that was due at the end of the day. But to be fair, the city was alright.

The main reason you had moved, was because of all of the stress Starling City was putting on you. Your parents were dead and your siblings never told you the truth. “It’s all for your protection,” they said, “We don’t want you getting hurt.” But you didn’t care about that, you wanted them to trust and accept you.

Instead, all they did was drive you away.

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Subtext | Part iii | Jason Todd x Reader

Description: You plan a sleepover with your friends, but telling scary stories don’t end so well. Or does it?

Words: 5263 (you’re welcome, anon ‘=D)

Notes: Part iii! Yay! PS: I am so sorry if I got any of the Spanish wrong! I’m not a speaker, so I had to use a few websites. If you catch an error, please tell me! Hope you enjoy =D

Ships: Jason Todd x Reader

Taglist: @followeroonieclassic

Masterlist | My Ask

“So, let me get this straight.” Dick swipes his hair out of his eyes, clearing his throat,”Bruce gave you permission to have a sleepover at the manor since your and Jason’s apartment is flooded. Meaning, we are going to have four scantily clad girls in our living room, hitting each other with pillows, gossiping, and giggling, right?”

You and Jason strike Dick in the same motion—Jason to the back of Dick’s head and you lightly to his stomach—and he cries out in protest. Jason points at Dick threateningly,”Yeah, and one of those four girls is off the menu.” He gestures to you, and Nightwing chuckles,”Oh, little wing, you know I could never do that! I’ve been shipping you and Y/N since she was in bat-ears and you were in scaled undies!”

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I’m an idiot

Jason x reader imagine. You are a batkid and joined the Outlaws because of your boyfriend, Jason. It’s a quiet night at home but SHIT GOES DOWN cuz lets be real, you live with the 3 most melodramatic vigilantes on the planet. This is mostly fluff, but also some angst so prepare urself for a multitude of feels. 

It was one of those nights. You, Kori, and Roy were home resting from a long mission- while Jason was off to “put that motherfucking drug dealer down, with a hailstorm of bullets” as he so poetically stated before he left.  The three of you had settled down on the couch and were watching some cheesy rom com on HBO. As the film was droning on, your bored eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on Roy who was on his 3rd bowl of popcorn. In your tired state, your gaze settled on his ginger locks. It’s so beautiful you thought. You continued to stare at his hair with your mouth open- I wanna touch ittt. Run my hands through it, it’s so luscious, so beautiful. Ughh I so wanna braid it!!- your mind raced. Your once tired eyes lit up with gleeful determination. You gently nudged Kori who was sitting in between you and Roy. She turned around to give you a puzzled look. You leaned in quietly “Kori, oh my god, we have to braid Roy’s hair”. Your galactic friend looked even more puzzled as she asked “What is braiding?” “Oh my god Kori you have not lived” You said in a state of shock “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. We just have to hold Roy down. There’s no way in hell he’s letting us touch his hair.” you continued. Kori was now completely intrigued by the proposition of braiding Roy’s hair and asked “What shall we do now?” You gently leaned past Kori’s shoulder to look at Roy who was loudly munching his popcorn and looking at the movie, oblivious to the plan his two teammates were concocting. “Ok- you continued to whisper “on the count of 3 we jump him. You hold his arms down and I’ll tie them with the scarf” you stated, motioning to the garment on the coffee table. Kori nodded seriously “I am ready.” “ok- you whispered excitedly “ one.. two.. THREE!!” Before that poor boy had a chance to process what was going on, Kori jumped and straddled him while pinning his arms down. You made a mad dash for the scarf and ran to tie his hands. “AAAHHH GUYS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING” Roy screamed. “It’s for the greater good Roy.” you exclaimed as

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James Sirius Potter x Reader - I Won't Say I Love You Part 2


Here you are! Sorry I didn’t saw it sooner!

Exiting from the train and stepping onto the crowded ‘station’, the (blonde, brunette etc.) female took a long breath of fresh evening air. She felt like smother if she stayed in that comparatment more. She smiled at the sight of familiar castle in  the distance. They have finally arrived at Hogwarts. Dominique snapped her out of her daydreaming by a simple tap on the shoulder. (Y/N) turned her head to look at the ginger. 
“Let’s go catch a carriage while we can.” (Y/N) nodded at Dominique. If they didn’t catch one, they would have to go by foot to the castle, and (Y/N) seriously didn’t want that. She didn’t really catch any sleep in the train and she wasn’t sure she would make it to the building.
“I know Molly left to find her friends. So, where the hell is Roxanne?” (Y/N) asked her best friend. They just spotted one empty carriage and headed towards it. Better to enter it before someone other does. After all, supplies of carriages are limited.
“Oh, she went to talk to Fred or something. I didn’t quite catch what she said.” Dominique replied and started rubbing the back of her neck. However, before they had a chance to get into carriage, someone rudely interrupted.
“Oi sis, where do ya think you’re going without me?” Sirius came in sight with that cocky smirk of his. He lazily hanged an arm around Dominique’s shoulder “Hello there love, long time no see.”
“Ew, get away from me.” Dominique yelled and strongly pushed him away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She went over to Sirius and picked him by his ear. 
“What did I say about flirting with my friends in front of me? I was actually doing pretty fine without you in sight.” The (blonde, brunette etc.) said and pulled the boy’s ear harder this time. Dominique sighed and jumped up in the carriage.
“Ow, ow, I get it!” Sirius slapped her hand away and rubbed his, now red, ear. (Y/N) joined Dominique up in the carriage and sat next to her.
“Ya coming in or what?” She asked her brother. Sirius simply jumped up and took a seat. A few moments passed in a complete silence, until they reached a little closer to the castle. 
“Why you’re not with James and Fred?” Dominique tried to make up a conversation. It wasn’t like the three didn’t hang out together alone, it was just that they were probably tired from the trip. (Y/N) leaned in her seat, tiredly looking at the gloving castle. Her mind wondered back to the train. Oh, how she would enjoy it if she actually broke Morgan’s nose before Molly stopped her intentions. She didn’t even have an idea how the hell that blonde was in Hufflepuff. Her appearence insulted the whole house if you asked her.
“I said I wanted to wait for you and (N/N). James, unsurprisingly, was glowing with happiness about (N/N), but Fred pulled him away to meet with Louis.” Sirius answered her. He tried to catch Dominique’s look, but she kept hers on the distance.
The rest of the ride to the castle was filled with a happy chat. (Y/N) stopped thinking about the train ride and enjoyed the moment. She was teasing both of them and in a return they would tease her about James. Soon the carriage reached its limits and they needed to jump off it.  Sirius jumped off first. He raised his hand in order to help Dominique down, which the ginger ignored. He faked a pout while the ginger female tried to hold back a chuckle.
“C’mon you two, the dinner will start soon.” (Y/N) said. She linked her arm with Dominique’s. The two girls headed to the Great Hall, Sirius shortly trailling behind them.

The Great Hall was filled with many happy students. Sitting at the Gryffindor table, (Y/N) looked around the big hall. She spotted Roxanne, a little further from her. Her little group was obviously exchanging the newest gossips. Dominique took a seat next to her. The ginger put her elbows on the table, resting her head at the palms of her hands.

“It feels like we didn’t even go on a summer break.” Dominique commented. (Y/N) nodded to her, continuing to look around the crowd. Sirius went to sit with James and Fred instead of them. They weren’t on their side of the table and (Y/N) thank Merlin for that. Otherwise she would have to listen to James for the whole dinner.

Dominique saw Daniel Wood with his group. He is a year older than her, which she didn’t mind at all. The boy was a Quidditch captain, just like his dad. He is also a keeper and would rarely miss a ball in the match. The ginger didn’t really have an idea in her mind how to cooly aproach him, so she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself. She was a rather a rebel, which got her a nice reputation here at Hogwarts. Yes, she talked to him, but only at Quidditch practises, where he would compliment her chaser skills.

(Y/N) saw her looking at him and momentary smirked. The two girls talked about possible situation for Dominique to ask him out. (Y/N) thought it would be best after a Quidditch match, where the Gryffindor wins of course. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) female also played chaser on the team, a rather good one. Where she would go, Sirius in most situations joined, so he is the team’s beater. He said it is a best position to protect his beloved sister, Dominique and that idiotic James from falling of his broom.

The Gryffindor team this year is full. They don’t need to hold a training for newbies and they could instantly start with practises. The chasers are (Y/N), Dominique and Michael. The boy is Wood’s friend and they entered the team together in their second year at Hogwarts. Sirius and Fred are beaters. They do their role well, in teamwork like Weasley twins did in their time. Wood is a keeper and James is a seeker. Harry and Ginny teached James a few basic things about Quidditch when he was a baby. He loves his role and is proud that his dad was once a seeker too!

“Hey Dom!” (Y/N) nudged Dominique with her elbow in the ribs “Quit daydreaming, the sorting is about to start.”

“Pff! I wasn’t daydreaming!” The ginger argued back.

“No, you were just staring at him for five minutes.” (Y/N) winked at her.

“Since we are at staring, where are boys? I expected James to creepily aproach you by now.” Dominique snorted. (Y/N) angrily sighed, shaking her head. She took a look at professor Longbottom. He stepped up, holding a piece of parchment on which was a list of first years.

“Addams, Tina!” He read out loud. A little girl nervously came forward. She sat on the small stool, allowing the professor to put a hat on her head. After a couple of seconds and the sorting hat’s constant mumbling, she was sorted.

“I put you in…


The whole table loudly clapped, including (Y/N) and Dominique. The little girl was glowing with happiness, her green eyes sparkling every time when somebody congratulated her.

“Albert, Mary!”


“Bolton, Dean!”


“Brown, Hannah!”


“Chase, Tom!" 


A lot of other children were sorted too. The sorting ceremony got pretty boring when you get to watch it every single year. (Y/N) remembered how she was nervous. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be in the same house with Sirius. The boy got before her and was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting hat told the (blonde, brunnette etc.) that she could be a brilliant Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Gryffindor. It also told she was too ‘crazy on her own way’ for Hufflepuff. (Y/N) instantly choose Gryffindor, so she could be close to her brother.

She regreted the decision about the brother part, but not about choosing Gryffindor. She couldn’t imagine her life without Dominique as a best friend. (Y/N) doubted they would be this close if she was in a different house.

“Welcome students to another school year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy!” The principal McGonagal started her, now usual, sheech at the beggining of the school year. (Y/N) turned her mind off, not listening to principal’s words. She will probably talk about things that are forbidden like usually. The female actually succeded to sneak a few times into the Forbidden Forest, but not alone of course. She and her companion would be very careful and no one ever noticed sometning suspicious. After all, she is a descendant of infamous prankester and playbog Sirius Black, so what do you expect?

McGonagal was never one for long speeches. She just said everything how it is, without going further into the subject. The plates full of food appeared before students. Today, the menu was very colorful.

Thinking about what she could choose, (Y/N) decided to eat a drumstick. She put it onto her table, looking for the lettuce on the crowded table. Dominique handed it to her, as she was closer to it than (Y/N) was. They both filled their cups with delicious pumpkin juices. 

“What could we do later?” The ginger asked. Her mouth were full of food, as she carelessly looked at her friend. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) thought for possibilities for a moment.

“Inviting boys is off the list, unless you want James to sneak into your bed.” Dominique snickered, seeing as she didn’t receive a response from (Y/N). The said girl looked at her with raised eyebrow.

“Of course it is. Also, I don’t think our roommates would enjoy their company too much.” The female replied. “You saw Rose anywhere?”

“No, actually I didn’t. Why?" 

"I didn’t get a chance to greet her today. Maybe tomorrow or later if I’m lucky!” The (h/c) haired girl replied. She started to poke the salad with her fork, finding it difficult to sting it. Giving up, she threw a fork onto her plate along with the knife, finishing her dinner. Dominique did the same. They decided to leave the Great Hall, as they didn’t have any smarter bussiness to do there anymore.

(Y/N) was first to stand up, her best friend following closely. The (blonde, brunnette etc.) played with a lock of her hair, waiting to the ginger to finish her drink. Sirius saw that his sister stood up and naturally he swallowed his last part of the meal quickly. Getting James’ attention, he pointed towards the two girls.

“What?” James dumbfoundly asked him. The boy was too focused on his food to pay attention to something else. Following Sirius’ finger, he momentary smirked.

“Oh, Dom and (N/N) already finished eating? Let’s go then!” He esclaimed. Fred got up with them as well, deciding it’s better to keep them company then to stay alone at the Great Hall.

In the middle of the long hallway, they catched up with the two girls. Slyly snaking his arms around (Y/N)’s waist form behind, James took his moment to smell her hair before the girl processed what actually happened.

“Mhm Finnigan, you smell like roses, just as I expected.” The male grinned. (Y/N) blushed madly, stepping on his foot. He yelped in surprise and lost his hold of her (waist size) waist. She took the oppornity to push the annoying male away. Near them, Dominique, Sirius and Fred laughed loudly. 

“Easy there Finnigan. He might end in the hospital wing if you continue like this!” Fred said. He rufled his curly brown locks, looking at (Y/N) in the process. The female got forward to him.

“Nice seeing you Weasley! How have ya been?” She asked lazily. Fred and her then did their usual handshake. It became a common thing for them, as she considered him as one of her best friends.

“Pretty good actually. Can’t wait for the Quidditch practises to start, thought.” The male answered. He grinned, pointing to the staircase that went to the famous Gryffindor tower.

“Shall we?” He asked. Fred let his arm out, in intention for (Y/N) to take it. The female happily linked her arm with his. The two started walking towards the tower, whispering something in the process. Fred turned his head once more, giving James a michevious wink of his.

James was standing there, speechless. He then crossed his arms, glaring angrily at Fred’s back. Dominique shook her head.

“Oh, Merlin. This won’t end well

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Uhhhh prompts......... Nurseydex + first date

Nursey has been freaking out for the past twenty minutes. Well, that’s actually not true. He’s been freaking out for the past two days, ever since he asked Dex on a date, and Dex said yes. Dex, the boy that’s been taking over his dreams, his poetry, his entire goddamn life.

But right now, Nursey can’t find his shirt. The one that brings out the green in his eyes. “Are you sure you haven’t seen it?”

Nursey’s roommate sighs and rolls his eyes. “No, man, I told you already. I have no idea where it is.”

“Shit.” Nursey flops down on his bed. “Guess I’m gonna have to wear something else.”

“It’s just a shirt, dude.”

Nursey sighs dramatically. “But it’s not! Everything about this date has to be perfect!” He’s been planning this night since the day he met Dex. Nobody’s ever said Nursey isn’t an optimist.

Nursey gets up to rifle through his drawers, grabbing an acceptable shirt. “I’m out of here,” He tells his roommate. “See you later.” Nursey pulls the shirt over his head hurriedly and grabs his wallet, jacket, and keys, rushing out the door.

Dex is waiting for Nursey outside the dorm building, hands in his coat pockets, breath fogging in the cold.

Nursey walks up to Dex, trying to look casual, although his nerves are racing. “Hey.” He smiles.

Dex smiles back, shyly. “Hey, Nurse. Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Nursey hesitates, then holds out his hand.

Dex looks shocked and unsure for a second. “Uh,” He flushes and slips his hand into Nursey’s, their fingers interlaced.

Nursey’s heart is beating wildly, and he’s almost afraid to breathe. It all feels so vulnerable and new. He wants to hold onto this for as long as he can. “C'mon,” Nursey murmurs, tugging Dex’s hand lightly as he starts to walk.

“Where are we going?” Dex asks, tucking a lock of ginger hair behind his ear nervously.

“There’s this really good restaurant nearby, I thought we could go get dinner there.” Nursey says, trying to sound like he’s not going over every single thing that could go wrong in his head.

“Sounds good.” Dex nods, chewing on his bottom lip.

They make small talk on the way to the restaurant, chatting about school; hockey; and the TV show Holster’s making them watch.

When they get to the restaurant, they’re still talking about Freaks and Geeks.

“- I mean, I feel so bad for Nick! He really loves Lindsay,” Nursey says, holding the front door open for Dex.

“But he’s just so clingy! It’s disturbing! They were dating for, like, a week and he started showing up at her house in the middle of the ni-” Dex pauses when they get inside. “Oh, Nurse. This place looks really expensive.” He looks anxious.

“Dex, don’t worry about it. I’m paying.” Nursey goes up to the man behind the host stand. “Nurse, party of two?”

“Right this way, sir.” The waiter leads them to a small, secluded booth. Nursey and Dex sit down, and he sets menus in front of them. “Anything else I can get for you?”

“We’re fine, thank you.” Nursey flashes a white grin at the man, who nods and walks off.

Dex is worrying at his lower lip with his teeth again. “Nursey, you really didn’t have to take me here, I would’ve been fine with whatever you wanted to do,” He says quietly. “You don’t have to try and impress me.”

Nursey rolls his eyes. “I’m not trying to impress you, Dex,” He mutters, although that’s kind of what he was trying to do. “I just wanted to take you out somewhere nice, because you’re worth it.” He gives Dex one of his best flirty smiles.

Dex sighs and flips through the menu. “Fine, but I’m ordering the cheapest thing they have.”

This isn’t going exactly how Nursey thought it would. He should’ve known that Dex wouldn’t be impressed with how much money he’s willing to spend on him, unlike most of the other people he’s dated. That’s probably why Nursey feels the way he feels about Dex. Dex isn’t impressed by materialistic things or frivolous spending. After such a long time of being surrounded by people who are, Dex is like a breath of fresh air.

A waiter interrupts his thoughts. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” He sets down two glasses of water in front of them. “Can I get you two something else to drink?”

Dex and Nursey both say “no” at the same time.

“Are you two ready to order?”

Dex orders a large salad, and Nursey orders a mushroom ravioli.

“You could’ve gotten more than just a salad, Dex,” Nursey mumbles around a bite of ravioli.

Dex scoffs and smirks. “It’s called salad Niçoise, and you know that, Nursey. It’s a full meal.” He stabs a piece of a lettuce.

“I know, I know.”

Dex shoves his food around on his plate, and the way he’s chewing his lip, he’s going to start bleeding if he’s not careful. “Nursey?”


“Why did you ask me out?”

Nursey raises his eyebrows. “Because I wanted to? Because I like you? A lot?”

“Really?” Dex looks up at Nursey through his basically-transparent eyelashes.

“Uh, chyeah, Dex. Like, for a long time now. Even though you can be rude and irritable and a total pain in the ass.” Nursey takes a sip of a his water.

Dex bites his lip to hide a smile, and his face turns red. “You’re the first person to ever ask me on a date, you know.”

Nursey grabs Dex’s hand from across the table. “No way.”

“Yeah.” Dex nods slowly. “I mean, I didn’t come out until a few months ago,” He reminds Nursey.

“But still. Nobody’s ever asked you on a date before? Even if you didn’t say yes?”


Nursey leans back and blows out a puff of air. “That’s crazy. People are crazy.”

“Or maybe you’re crazy for asking me.”

Nursey and Dex are standing outside of Dex’s dorm room. Dex is rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously.

“I had a good time,” Nursey says quietly, taking Dex’s hands in his.

“Me too.”

“Is it…would it be too early for me to kiss you?” Nursey asks. “I mean, um, y'know, uh…crap.” He stutters. “I don’t want to fuck this up. Especially since we have a history of being, um, volatile with each other.”

Dex laughs. “You can, uh, yeah. You can kiss me.”
He does the thing where he tucks his hair behind his ears.

“Cool,” Nursey says under his breath.

They both lean forward at the same time, and their lips touch lightly. Nursey cups Dex’s cheeks in his hands, and their mouths slide open. Dex grabs Nursey’s shirt and moans softly into the kiss.

They pull away with a soft pop, and stand there, noses and foreheads touching.

“I’m gonna go,” Dex whispers, “I need to sleep soon or I’m gonna collapse.”

“Okay. Sleep tight.”

“Yeah. You too.”

ash and smoke - bughead (1/?)

summary:  A civil war is brewing between the north and south sides of Riverdale, being fueled by none other than the mayor Hal Cooper. When Betty meets the mysterious Southside Serpent Jughead Jones at a party, the revolution is only just sparking. It isn’t until the town is burning to ash around them that they confess their love, but by then it might just be too late.

excerpt: “He’s bad news Betty, probably just as bad as his dad,” Cheryl finished, turning back towards the road.

“Well then, thank God we’re never going to see any of those Serpents again,” Veronica sighed. “I haven’t seen people that drunk since I was back in New York.”

“Yeah,” Betty said softly, her mind still lingering on Jughead Jones’s eyes.

author’s note: hello, I’m back! unfortunately, I do not think I’ll be continuing Out Of My Leauge for a while, therefore putting it on indefinite hiatus. but this fic is one that I’ve been thinking about starting for a while, especially after ep 13 with Jughead and the Serpents. hope you enjoy this fic as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

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Exchange Student (Fred)

Requested- Fred Weasley & Slytherin Reader please. Love at first sight 1st year with her being an permanent exchange student from the United States going to Hogwarts. :)

y/h=your house

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“And so it’s settled, Ms. y/l/n, welcome to Hogwarts. As an exchange student from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America, you are now placed in y/h according to our sorting hat.” An elderly guy who is known as Professor Dumbledore told you, taking off an old, worn-out hat that could actually speak. It was your first day at Hogwarts, and you couldn’t wait to explore this huge institution. “You may leave now, good day to you.”

You headed to your dorm’s direction according to the map Dumbledore gave you. Actually, he offered to ask a prefect to lead you, but you didn’t want to bother others and it would make you look like you needed to be taken care of. But sucks to be your usual self, you got lost. “Dang it, should’ve accepted his help,” you mumbled to yourself. You looked around, trying to find someone, anyone.

“You look like you could need some help,” a low, playful voice came to your hearing. 

You spun around, searching for the owner of the voice. Your eyes locked with a guy with brilliant ginger hair in front of you who is hiding behind a statue. You chuckled, “and so do you.”

“Well, I won’t have to hide after Filch passes by. You have a different accent. Wait, are you the exchange student from, what’s that school called, Ilvermoron? That McGonagall has been talking about?”

“Apparently,” you laughed, “it’s Ilvermorny, though. I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“Fred Weasley, the hotter one of the famous Weasley Twins.”

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A Car With a Story (1)

Summary: Takes place in a world where Jughead really did move to Toledo and in the wake of his absence, Betty’s father has taken it upon himself to cheer her up by dragging her around town looking for parts to fix up cars together like old times. But when Betty becomes mesmerized by the old cars that her father shows her, she finds herself imagining what her life might have been like with Jughead if they were around when the cars were in their prime. With each car, and each fantasy, she starts to come to terms with why Jughead left - but will that be enough to mend her broken heart? Or will these make-believe scenarios just make her miss him even more?

The Wanderer 

Betty Cooper shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, glancing around the peculiar front yard and taking in the various piles of trash with skeptical eyes, sure that the owner referred to these rusted pots and broken telephones as priceless treasures instead of useless junk.

“Dad?” Betty whispered, stepping cautiously over a broken microwave and dodging a beat-up toolbox that rested precariously on the edge of the sidewalk. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Betty, I have been coming here for nearly ten years,” her father reminded her, leading them around the corner of the rundown shack to head into the backyard, which Betty soon realized looked far worse than the front. “Where do you think I go to get all those parts for the cars we fix up?”

“I don’t know, a junkyard?” Betty guessed, her eyebrows drawing together in concern at the dead trees that lined the edge of the property and the ancient pieces of equipment that looked like they shouldn’t have been allowed to run anymore. “This looks like the set of an 80′s slasher film meets every summer camp that you never wanted to go to when you were a kid.” 

“Honestly, Betty, you have your mother’s colorful take on reality, and it’s more than I can take most days,” he told her, pushing a few cardboard boxes of gardening tools out of the way and continuing down the cluttered path to the very back of the yard. 

“Great,” Betty muttered sarcastically under her breath. “Can we get this over with? I have a lot of studying to catch up on and an article to finish for the Blue and Gold. Where’s this guy you said we were meeting?” 

“Richard’s around here somewhere,” he announced, glancing around the yard for his friend as if he was going to be able to find anyone amidst the vast amounts of clutter. “But I wanted to show you something first. Follow me.” 

“Uh, Dad, is it okay for us to be back here?” Betty wondered, nearly knocking her elbow on the surface of an unsteady machine. “This equipment is older than I am.” 

“Just don’t trip over anything,” her father warned, pointing past a large oak tree at the very corner of the yard near the creaky old fence that separated the property from a cemetery. “It’s right around this corner, come on.” 

Hal and Betty stepped around the tree, dodging several overgrown thistle bushes and weeds to find a 1952 series 62 convertible resting lazily by the fence, its front bumper hanging by a thread and the passenger’s side door completely ripped off its hinges and resting uncomfortably against the fence. 

“Here she is,” Hal announced, smiling dreamily at the car like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. “What do you think?”

“I think she’s been through a lot,” Betty observed, slowly circling the car, her hands grazing the busted mirrors and chipped paint with uncertainty. “The hood is torn up, the interior is falling apart, I’m too afraid to look underneath the hood to inspect the engine. But…”

“But?” Hal prompted her to continue, raising his eyebrows at her expectantly and patting the side of the car hopefully. 

“But,” Betty said, her lips curling into an amused smile as she ran her hand along door handle and leaned forward to inspect the red interior. “She’s beautiful and I think I’m in love.”

“I thought you might like it,” Hal beamed, scrambling forward to open the passenger’s side door and ushering for her to climb inside. “Go on, take a look.” 

Betty did as she was instructed, sliding onto the leather seating and running her hands up and down the steering wheel, breathing in the scent of old leather and built-up dust particles. 

“Cars like this have to have some good stories,” Betty muttered dreamily, turning to her father with bright eyes. “Imagine the people who have been in the driver’s seat, the places it could have traveled, the things it’s seen!” 

“Should I give you two a minute while I go find Richard?” Hal asked with an amused smile, looking down at his daughter with a look of satisfaction. 

“Don’t be weird, Dad,” Betty scoffed, adjusting her position on the bench and running her fingers along the buttons of the radio. “But yes, please.” 

With that, her father shut the door to the convertible and headed back through the maze of never-ending junk to the house. Betty smiled to herself as she let her hands fiddle with the fraying lining on the seat cover, her eyes dancing wildly as they drifted to the pair of fuzzy dice sitting at the bottom of the car’s floor and imagining that they once hung proudly over the mirror as the car sped down the highway going nowhere and everywhere all at once. 

“What’s your story?” Betty mumbled to herself, leaning back onto the seat and closing her eyes. 

As if answering her own question, just as her eyes shut and everything went dark in front of her, her mind drifted to images of the past - poodle skirts and cat-eye glasses with thick-rimmed frames and doo-wop music that made her head bob back and forth and her foot tap to the beat.  

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Just Not Enough - Kylo Ren x Reader x General Hux

Hux and Kylo fighting for reader. Reader not knowing about their feelings for them. You choose with wich one reader will choose, or if reader is able to choose. Or reader could choose both of them as well!!! ;D’

‘an imagine where ur in a love triangle between kylo and hux’

‘Can I request some kylo x reader x hux smut? I hope you’re doing okay <3<3′

A/N: I’m so sorry I felt like poopoo since yesterday bc I’ve been stressed but I got this done and I’m satisfied and I hope you are too! I don’t write smut at this moment in time so there’s no smut just loads of Kylo x reader x Hux requests!

I done this as gender neutral as I can, and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None :3

Words: 1649

Being second in command as Lieutenant under General Hux wasn’t easy, when he was training or meeting with Snoke in the throne room; you would take on the stress of taking over, which wasn’t an easy job. Today though, General Hux hadn’t been seen on the bridge and you had to take over his duties and from what you knew he hasn’t got anything on his rota. The things you do for him and Kylo Ren.

That leads you to the Knight of Ren, you hadn’t seen or heard of him today either. It was unusual as you were pretty close friends (as you and Hux were, too.) and Kylo would always come and rant about what the red head had either said or did that had extremely annoyed him.

You only sighed as you signed off another twelve thousand credits towards last weeks damaged goods and walked back to your workstation. Plonking yourself on your seat, you went to pick up your datapad when you noticed a shuura fruit on the desk. You raised your eyebrow and set it aside so you could focus on earlier tasks that should have been completed by now.

As you shifted in your chair and began to tap away at the datapad and the monitor screen of the computer on your workstation, you noticed that all recent data files that should have been completed had already been. You rubbed your eyes and refreshed the data documents only ever seeing the completed work.

“Son of a Bantha,” you whispered to yourself, completely unaware that it was Hux who had placed your favourite fruit on your workspace and did all your work.

You sat beside Phasma and a few high ranked officers at dinner, Hux and Kylo still not in sight. When you had asked Phasma about it, she simply shrugged and suggested that they must having a training day under the orders of the Supreme Leader.

After finishing your dinner, you excused yourself from the canteen table and brought your tray to the racks. You felt a little tap on your shoulder and turned around and came face to face with a dirty blonde male, he had wide framed glasses, an orange technician jumpsuit on and a nametag with the name ‘Matt’ engraved into it.

“Hi, I’m Matt… I’m a Radar Technician…” he spoke plainly and fumbled with the glasses on his face, you nodded slowly and gave him a small smile. Matt had stared at you for a couple of seconds before quickly digging into his pocket and handing you a small card; you thanked ‘Matt’ and he nearly ran off, but unknowingly he was watching you from around the corner.

You flipped the little card open to see the familiar neat handwriting of Kylo Ren, inside the little card;

Meet me in the hangar after your shift,
K.R x

You simply shoved the card into your large coat pocket and headed down the hall back towards the bridge, a thin smile on your lips.

After finishing a long and horrifying day on the bridge, you had started to make your way down to the hangar where the Knight of Ren was. It made you wonder, how come you didn’t see him all day but some Radar Technician called ‘Matt’ was sent to you personally, from Kylo himself, with a card to meet him at the hangar? When was ‘Matt’ hired? You were sure that you know if you or Hux had hired a new technician or member of staff.

Rounding the corner you bumped into slender figure, which when you looked up, your eyes met with the piercing beautiful blue eyes of General Hux. You hadn’t noticed though, that he was holding onto you as if you were about to fall moments before; not that you didn’t mind.

“General Hux,” you curtly nodded and straightened yourself up, “I didn’t see you on the bridge today… was everything, okay?” you placed a hand on Hux’s arm lightly, which made his face heat up a little. The General had only managed to gain control over himself so he could nod slightly.

“Where are you going this time of the evening, Y/N?” Hux asked intrigued as this was the complete different opposite direction of where your sleeping quarters are. You smiled slightly and took out the little card from your pocket, then handed it to Hux; after a few seconds his face had gone as red as his hair and he had put the card into one of his own pockets.

“Well, Lieutenant L/N, I shall accompany you down to the hangar where Kylo Ren awaits of you.” He had smiled and put a hand on your back softly, leading you down to the hangar where he could have a word with the Knight of Ren himself.

Once in the hangar you had noticed Kylo talking to Captain Phasma over by a squadron of Stormtroopers, whom was fallen in perfectly. To say you were impressed was pretty much an understatement.

You and Hux had approached Kylo Ren and Captain Phasma, wrapping your large First Order militant coat around you more due to the draft. It hardly went unnoticed that you didn’t come alone by the Knight of Ren, his eyes boring onto General Hux since his hand had since almost nearly slipped around your waist just so the red head could annoy the laser brain of the wannabe sith off.

“Well I was hoping we could have a quiet evening to ourselves Y/N,” Kylo started, the robotic voice of his helmet echoing off the wings of the nearby TIE fighters, a compressed ‘whoosh’ could be heard and Kylo took his helmet off; smiling to you a little, “But someone else must not have got the idea of a two person get together,” the Knight growled towards the General who just smirked smugly towards Kylo.

“For all anyone could have known, Ren, You could have killed poor Y/N,” Hux retorted in a serious tone, not breaking a sweat or smile to in fear of Kylo. Kylo Ren stomped up to General Hux and wasn’t about to hesitate to kill him on the spot if it weren’t for the Supreme Leader. “And why would that be, General?”

“Oh I don’t know, you’re a destructible and childlike thermal imploder?” Hux raised one of eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, “Why would Y/N want someone like you anyway?”

(Alternative Ending 1)

You looked down and shuffled from foot to foot when a Phasma intervened, “Why don’t we let Y/N decide?” which completely caught you off guard, you looked up at all three of your friends, two whom had made it obvious they were fighting for affection.

Looking around, you noticed that the troopers who were in formation were either tilting their heads or murmuring to each other as if they were asking one another if they knew what was going on.

Looking back to the force wielder and General you bit your lip a little, what would happen if you chose General Hux? If you had both decided that one day that you had decided that you thought that it wouldn’t work out between you? Of course you thought he was… attractive in ways but not in the ways that you thought that Kylo Ren was.

Kylo Ren was shredded.

But that’s only what you’ve been… told. Ren was a misunderstood soul on this big satellite and you were the only one who could mostly relate to him; you had a more profound bond. Under all the dark robes, the robotic mask, the big bad act… he was really a sweetheart.

“Ren, I choose Ren.” You whispered softly.

(Alternative Ending 2)

Through all the bickering you hadn’t realised that they had asked you to make you to make a decision until you heard your name, you snapped your head up and looked up at everyone who was looking at you; you haven’t exactly felt this much public pressure in a long time and the last time you were nervous was when you had a meeting with the Supreme Leader alongside Ren and Hux.

What if you ever got into an argument over a petty thing with Kylo? Would he kill you then? You knew he wouldn’t and despite his chocolate brown eyes and long raven hair, you had preferred the General with ginger locks and blue dominant eyes.

General Hux is defiantly a dominant.

Or… whatever, that’s whatever. You had manned the bridge with Hux for years and loved your little talks, his voice was soft and calming; that one you would miss on a long day of work. His background wasn’t that great which he told you how his father was always such a laser brain and pushed him too hard but got him to the title where he was today. Hux was always gentle and soft around you and gave you his signature smirk when you were down.

“Well, I um choose Hux…”

(Alternative Ending 3)

You glanced from the corner of your eye to see Phasma take her helmet off and take a small step forward as the two men still bickered, you shook your head slightly and lifted your hand up in an ‘I’ve got this’ motion by your side.

“Okay Nerf Herders, I really don’t see how you haven’t gotten it yet…” you interrupted them, which shut them up immediately “I’m not interested in a romantic relationship with either of you. I’ve already got a significant other.”

The tall chrome armoured woman smiled to herself as her fiancée put it straight to both men, “I don’t think she’s very appreciative of your behaviour right now though, I would please like to politely ask you both to calm” Y/N smiled softly as Captain Phasma walked towards her fiancée, putting an arm around their waist.

“Y/N and Phasma…?!”

“I wouldn’t have put it together”  

moony-themarauder  asked:

I hope you don't have a lot of requests! Can you do a George imagine where he gets badly hurt in a quidditch match and has to get a surgery. After that surgery he's still druged up and asks the reader who she is and when she tells him she's is girlfriends he cant really believe it and keep asking weird but cute questions about their relationship! Kinda inspired by this video on youtube called " seeing her for the first time again " wich i find so funny and cute🙈 thank you!!

Thanks for the request! | insp.

Y/N = Your name | Y/L/N = Your last name

“HARRY POTTER’S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!” The crowd erupted in cheers as Lee Jordan announced the end of the game. You chuckled to yourself as you spotted Malfoy restraining himself from pounding his broomstick in anger. You never liked him much.
On his far left was George, whom you had started dating a while ago. He saluted you in greeting. You waved back, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering about - just as it had when you first met him. Without warning, the crowd gasped as a Buldger went flying towards George, knocking him off his broomstick. You watched helplessly as he fell to the to ground, crying in agony. You let out a yelp as his body thumped onto the field.

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Welcome to the Burrow

Originally posted by marinaflame

Requested: No.

Word count: 1,129

Pairings: Fred x Reader

Warning: None.

“Baby, are you sure you want to come? You don’t have to, you can go home with your family for the weekend. You know it was just an offer, you don’t have to be polite about it and waste your christmas at out house.”

“Fred, stop rambling, I want to come to your house. I want to meet your family. I want to waste my christmas at your house.” I say placing a hand gently on his chest. His eyebrows raise as he looks at me with a worried face before he gives a reluctant nod.

“Fred, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, but you need to stop worrying” I mumble slipping my hands into both of his and swinging them out to the side and then back in. Giving them a strong tug and placing a chaste kiss on his lips before letting go of his hands completely.

“Now lets head off before we’re late.” I say and all his does is nod, keeping strangely quiet.


“Mum? Mum are you here?” Fred calls dropping the suitcases on the floor, as he closes the door behind us, pulling my hand into his. Taking a good look around the house, it had a large amount of worn in furniture, personalised items such as photo’s scarfs and large woollen jumpers also surrounded the house.

“I know it isn’t much but its home.” He says and I just send him a big grin. “It’s perfect, Freddie.” I say giving his hand a tight squeeze before walking over to the dishes that seemed to be cleaning themselves. “Mum, is very good with her house work spells.” Fred says and I nod looking around the rest of the kitchen before locking eyes with a small, ginger haired lady.

“You must be Y / N. We’ve been wanting to meet you for months, but Freddie over here never wanted to bring you home. I’m Molly Weasley, but molly will do.” She says walking forward and pulling me into a tight bear hug. “I hope you don’t mind the mess. George set up his bed in Ronald’s room so the two of you will be sharing the room.” She says whispering something to Fred, to which he groans and picks up the suitcases ushering you up the stairs, him following close behind.

“It’s third door on the left.” He says and I follow orders stopping in front of the door, and he just gives a nervous smile as you open the door, seeing a run down double bed in the middle of the room, with dark blue drapes and a small wardrobe in the corner.

“I know it doesn’t look that appealing but the bed is really comfy and it’s always pretty warm in here.” He mumbles rubbing the back of his neck slightly before taking a seat at the end of the bed. “Fred your room is great. I mean I could make it look less boy like if you wanted.” I offered and he let out a small laugh shaking his head.

“No. I don’t think Fred would appreciate that.” He whispers and I just sigh taking the spot next to him. “Is this why you didn’t want me to come? Did you think I wouldn’t like your room?” I question and he shakes his head letting out a large sigh.

“I just… You’re so perfect and I didn’t want to disappoint you. I mean your house is so amazing and warm and pretty and mine is warn down and dirty and in the middle of a swamp.” He mumbles keeping his eyes trained on the ground.

“Fred, you are overreacting. Your house is amazing. It’s warm and cosy and has so many different personal items that mine doesn’t. My house is just that, a house, but yours… Yours is a home. I know that sounds cheesy but—“ Fred cuts me off with a tender kiss, that makes me squeak in surprise and his hands tangle in my hair. Pulling away he lets out a deep breath and a large smile. “I’m sorry, that was just something I really had to do.” He says letting out a small chuckle before getting off the bed. “Come, I think mum is calling us for dinner.”


“So, Y / N how did you and Fred meet?” Mr Weasley’s voice has a tone of teasing as he asks the question, sending a small wink towards his son.

“Well, Fred here decided he would ask me to the yule ball a few years ago, but instead of doing it like a normal person, he waited till the last day and sent me an invitation by owl.” I answer and Mr Weasley lets out a small laugh before patting my hand softly.

“Freddie has never been too good with words.” He says and Fred lets out a small groan before shoving another piece of chicken in his mouth. “Well, Y / N it’s nice to have you join the family, always room for one more Weasley. So, do you two plan on giving us any grandchildren, sometime soon.” Mr Weasley continues and Fred stands up a look of distress on his face.

“No. Nope, that’s enough for tonight, we’ll be going for a walk and then heading off the bed.” He says, his hand reaching to grab my wrist.

“Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley this really was a pleasure, but it seems Fred needs a break.” I say waving to the both of them before following Fred out the door, a cheeky grin on my face.

“Freddie, what wrong?” I coo as he continues walking. The question makes him stop and turn to face me. “They’re so god damn embarrassing sometimes. I just wanted to have a nice calm dinner with my girlfriend and parents and off they go talking about grandchildren and saying i’m not good a talking to girls. I’m just so glad they didn’t talk about marriage.” He says and my smile turns into a frown.

“What is so bad about marriage? Do you not want to marry me?” I question causing panic to crowd his feature.

“No, no I didn’t mean that. I just mum always gets so emotional when its brought up and that would have ruined every thing.” He says walking towards me and placing his hands on my shoulder.

“I would love to marry you someday. But I want to do it when we can have the perfect wedding.” He says tucking some hair behind my ears. Nodding I bring my hands up to his own pulling them down so the sit comfortably by our sides. “I heard you mum, talking about ice cream and I would really like some.” I coo and he nods wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“That can be sorted.”

A / N

This was the reversed version of “She’ll love you.” I hope you all like it. I’m sorry I’m not too good at ending stories. Request are open. (Click here to request!)