Ashamed (Part 2) | Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by lovegalorex

Summary: Reader is friends with Archie and the gang, this is why she has been keeping her relationship with Sweet Pea a secret causing Sweet Pea to question things.

A/N: This is the final part to Ashamed, hope you all enjoy it. Feedback and requests are welcome.

Part 1

You were currently waiting in Perkins Park for Sweet Pea not wearing nearly enough layers, it was a sunny day outside, but the wind was chilling. After Sweet Pea stormed out of your house last night you had been sending him endless amount of texts and calling him. Usually you would give Sweets some time to be alone after a fight and get his head in the right space, but he was so upset and broken last night that you needed to know he was okay. The look of hurt and sadness on his face still haunted you, you were determined to fix it.

In one last attempt you sent Sweets a message begging him to meet you in Perkins Park on the North Side which could be a mistake. You would have gone to him on the South Side, but without Sweets you had no one to take you there, and you weren’t stupid enough to try and walk there all by yourself. You weren’t that desperate at least not yet. 


You had been waiting for Sweets for at least an hour, you knew this was a stupid idea. Why would Sweet Pea even want to see you after what you did? And at the North side as well, there was never any hope. Just as you began getting ready to go you hear the roar of a motorbike piercing through the quiet causing the few people in the park to look up curiously. 

Sweet Pea clambered off his bike sauntering over to where I was standing, the now glares of the people in the park following him along. He sneers at a young couple who are both staring at him. Though on closer inspection you can see his bloodshot eyes and the dark bags underneath them. You knew Sweets puts on a tough exterior when he gets hurt. It was his defense mechanism but it also made him very difficult and hard to talk to.
“What do you want Y/N, I don’t really feel like being lied to today.” He tries to snarl but his voice comes out shaky.
“Sweets I just want to apologise. I’m sorry for hurting you that was never my intention believe it or not i was trying to protect you and our relationship but I ended up ruining it.”
“So that’s it, you expect me to become your dirty little secret again.” He scoffs.
“No sweets, I just … I should have told my friends about us from the beginning, from the moment I knew I loved you. I was just scared that they would try to ruin what we had and tear us apart.”
“Y/N, you deserve someone who you wouldn’t be ashamed of. Some North Sider who can treat you like a Princess and spoil you like you deserve. Stop wasting your time on me.”
He abruptly turns to leave, but I grab his arm gently pulling him back. I knew that Sweets always had doubts about him being good enough, but you always tried to reassure him as best you could. You hated that this was making him believe his doubts.
“Sweets no one could treat me better than you do. I know I hurt you, but I am not ashamed of you,” You cupped your heads around his cheeks causing him to bring his own hand up holding yours in place.
“Sweets look at me,” he dragged his eyes from the ground to meet yours. “I Love you so much and I am so sorry I made you feel this way.”
He leans into you, and plants his lips on yours, you smile into the kiss melting into it.
He pulls away chuckling at your little whine “I love you too Princess.” he whispered. 


You and sweets spent the rest of the day at the park, you leaning against a tree with him lying down, head resting on your lap as you played with his hair. Unfortunately for you two, a bunch a Riverdale high students decided to file into the park, “You should go, you don’t want them to see us together.” He whispers gently getting up and placing a kiss on your hand.
“Not anymore Sweets, no more secrets.” You get up too, leaning up to give him a kiss in front of all the Riverdale high students. He holds your hips keeping you from kissing him, “Y/N they will all see.” He whispers.
“I don’t care.” You smirk, throwing your arms around his neck pulling him towards you, kissing him with as passionately as possible. He pulls you by the hips so your body is flush with his returning your kiss. You pull away out of breath.
“Let’s get out of here.” He rests his head against yours. You pull away grabbing his hand, feeling him drape his Serpent jacket over your shoulders, leaning over and whispering in my ear “Just so all those Northsiders know you’re my girl.”
“I think they already know that.” You could clearly see some of the stares the Riverdale high students were giving you two.
“Are you sure you’re ready to tell Archie and the gang? We can wait.” Sweets asked concerned.
“As long as you’re by my side, it will all be fine. They’ll just have to deal with it.”
He chuckled putting his arm around your waist, leading you to his bike happy to finally show off his girl.

A/N: Thank you for all the support on this imagine and to all the people that asked for a part 2. Sorry if this isn’t the best work.

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Reasons why other people want a time machine I could meet Shakespeare and discuss his plays with him! I could watch Leonardo Da Vinci paint Mona Lisa! I could go back to the roaring twenties and throw amazing parties, like in The Great Gatsby!

Reasons why I want a time machine: I would go back to the 18th century and make the founding fathers read all the fanfiction to see how they would react

I can already see “Dress” at rep tour. Taylor will do that last “Say my name and everything just stops-“ and the music will cut off. She will hold the microphone out, smiling as she does. The crowd will go WILD. Deafening, roaring screams for Taylor. She will hold the stop for an extra long time and then in unison with her band and singers and dancers, “I don’t want you like a best friend!”


Theo Raeken x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, masturbation.
Word count: 809

Tags:  @17jenny​, @peacefullytatted01

A/N: Well well well, sometimes I’m having my own ideas, for imagines. SHOCKER!

“Have anyone seen Y/N today?” your English teacher looked out among her other students and frowned when she didn’t see you in your regular seat, diagonally in front of Theo. “I thought I saw her this morning.” she added.

“She’s taking care of herself.” Theo smirked for himself when the teacher gave him a glance. “Excuse me?” she looked confusingly down at Theo, who was still smirking, but raised his eyebrows before answering and coughed to hide a scoff.

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As requested by @storystereo

In the 1920′s women’s fashion changed radically. The war is over and there’s a relative feeling of times only getting better. The classic idea of having long hair is gone and society gets more looser and acceptable.

It must be noted that cutting the hair all short wasn’t done by everyone, coming from the long Edwardian looks, cutting of all of it wasn’t an easy decision. Many women cut their hair shoulder length. The bob is the most stylish hairdo, faking it was normal. Wild curls and hairpins were a woman’s best friend.

Women with naturally straight hair and an even more wilde spirit cut their hair short and banned the curls. 

Art nouveau and Art Déco inspired accessoires like the headbands still exist, but wearing large hats is very out of style. Small hats are the way to go in the roaring twenties. Finger waves already existed before the war and are still an acceptable style.

It must be noted that styles were different from region/country and still even class.

Be my Queen- Part Two

Summary- You and Loki have been friends since childhood. While your older sister Sif trained to fight with Thor, you were learning magic from Frigga alongside Loki. As you grow older both you and Loki believe the love you hold for one another is unrequited. Will this change when Thor is banished and Loki needs a queen to rule at his side while Odin sleeps? What will happen when you uncover a plot that will get Loki banished just like Thor?

Message- Time Jump to the beginning of Thor! Sorry if it sucks!

Warning- there is a sort of spoiler for Thor: Ragnarok in this. Parents are arrested and reader is left abandoned.

Background  Part One 

Word Count-1482

You were standing in between Loki and your sister, watching Thor as he dramatically walked through the cheering crowd.

“Oh, please.” Sif murmurs as Thor gloats a bit in the crowd.

“Hush, he is excited.” You whisper.

“Today is an important day. He should be allowed to be obnoxious.” Loki says. “Have I told you that you look lovely yet today?”

“T-Thank you.” You stammer.

“Yes, Y/N looks great in her virginal white robe.” Sif says as she rolls her eyes.

“I-It’s a dress, not a robe. I like it, it’s flowy and nice and the back is cut low.” You say.

“Tis not the back of a dress that is meant to have a low cut, sister.” Sif jokes and you feel you face heat in embarrassment. “But Loki is right, you look lovely.”

“Thank you, sister.” Then you look to the other side of the steps and notice an empty place next to the warriors three. “Where is Hela?”

“She told father that she protested this in its entirety, since she is the rightful heir to the throne.” Loki whispers to you.

“Oh, but after everything she did, is she not simply happy with the fact that she is allowed to stay on Asgard?” You ask.

“No, she still believes the throne is rightfully hers.” Loki answers

“Hush.” Frigga whispers as Odin starts to speak.  You don’t really pay attention, keeping your eyes trained on Loki. He was upset when he learned of Odin’s plans to make Thor the next king, and you wanted to be there for him today. So you grab his hand and give it a small squeeze. He looks down at you and smiles, you return it with one of your own.

“Frost giants.” Odin murmurs.

“Stay here.” Loki says as he follows Thor and Odin out.

“Be safe.” You whisper.

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Ketch Her If You Can

Title:  Ketch Her If You Can

Summary:  Dean’s not happy when Ketch and the reader start flirting. Ketch seems interested in her, until the truth comes out, then he shows his true colors.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female Reader, Arthur Ketch, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  1795

Warnings:  canon typical violence

Author’s Notes: This was written for @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. My prompt was the gif below. I decided to go a different route and not write demon!Dean. Also, this is smut free. Go figure.

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—  s.s., “bury your gays”

“I’m not really a fan of The Nightmare Before Christmas as a movie, but Jack Skellington has got to be one of the most enjoyable characters to exist in animation. He’s also a prime example of great character design and writing. The idea of Halloween’s king being this happy-go-lucky guy in a pinstripe suit that can go from terrifying roar to “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, sir” in one second is just beautiful.”            

Friday Night Lights - Peter Parker

summary: the big homecoming game is one of the most important events of the year; how else are the tigers to show their school pride? when a group of students, including peter and y/n, decide to go to the game and school dance as friends, y/n can’t help but hope that a certain someone will make a move.

notes: gif not mine okay this is totally cliche and a completely overdone trope but i loved this idea. let me know what you think and also if you want to be tagged in future fics i write :))

word count: 1612

My phone lit up, and I glanced at the notification. 

MJ: you ready yet??

I picked up my phone, replying a quick almost before returning to the mirror. I was adding the finishing touches to my outfit. A big group of us were about to head to the game together, and tomorrow night, the dance. However, I couldn’t deny that I was a bit hopeful that a certain someone might make a certain move at a certain game tonight.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced down, picking it up as it buzzed a second time.

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The Unblessed


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Unseelie Bucky x Reader

Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain permanently at war. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until, as an effort to placate the raging war between the Fae, the Prince of Winter himself comes to claim you as his.

Warnings: mentions of death (plus smut in future chapters)

Word count: 2286

A.N: Yes, i’m still alive, and yes, I’ve started a new series while I still have three unfinished ones. BUT This is a very, very different project because (drumroll)… It’s my first smut ever! EVER! and although this is kind of the introduction chapter, expect things to get intense after this. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Dedicated to the beautiful Ella @buckysinthesinbin​ for all the help and for putting up with me and my writing whims.

Originally posted by spaceeblack

You hear the bow snapping and watch the arrow fly as it sinks into the deer’s side, causing the small animal to cry out once before its legs give out and it topples to the side, falling on the ground with a soft thud.

Finally, after two days of scouting the forest and searching nonstop, the endless tracking of snapped twigs and barely-there hoofprints has amounted to something. The last strip of dried meat you had to split with Kate this morning, but nonetheless you lunge forward from behind the trees, muscles clenching with exhaustion while your empty stomach snarls in hunger.

Kate emerges from the trees at about the same time you do, with her bow and quill of arrows firmly secured behind her back. Sweat is dripping down her temples, her hair sticking to the damp skin in the summer heat. This hunt hasn’t been easy.

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Heat of the Moment - Part 3: In the Light of Day

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki,

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, language   

Wordcount: 1700ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. Which turned into the first two parts. Then @arryn-nyxx said something and boom here is the 3rd and last part.

Thanks a billion to brilliant and amazing @mamapeterson betaing this for me and helping me get the ending just right.


Knowing that Jared wasn’t exactly thinking straight at the moment, you hadn’t been able to stay put. After finding your jeans hanging over the couch you had ran from the apartment and down the street. Luckily for you, your brother weren’t exactly quiet, which made your job of finding them all the more easy.

You loved your brother to pieces, but sometimes his overprotective nature made you want to kick his ass. You were 24 years old and you knew how to stand up for yourself. It wasn’t like Jensen was some creep from the bar anyway. You honestly couldn’t see Jared’s problem even if what had happened between you and Jensen had just been a one night thing. You hoped it wasn’t and Jensen had given you every reason to think he wanted more, just the same as you before he bolted from the room.

Your heart fluttered and even running down the street toward the alley where Jared’s loud roars were coming from, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about the loving look flashing in Jensen’s green eyes before your brother had interrupted you. You hoped that Jared wouldn’t scare him away like he had with a few of your boyfriends in the past. Truth be told you hadn’t lost anything by that, even if you had been pisseed with your brother for his overprotective behavior, but Jensen was different.

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Roman Reigns - A Spear To The Heart.

Roman Reigns -  Reader is Roman’s girlfriend and Roman has a match with Kevin Owens and Chris Jericho and she is at ringside. One of JeriKO spears reader to distract Roman and it just angers him so he goes after them. Then Seth comes out to help Roman creating an on the spot tag team match.

- Warnings - None really. Little surprise at the end ;)

Word Count - 2,340 words.

Requested By: @lilred91

Originally posted by leakees

I sat on top of one of the cold, metal crates that lined the gorilla position as Seth and I watched on nervously as Roman battled Chris Jericho in a no disqualification match; with Jericho’s loud-mouthed buddy Kevin Owens at ringside for what he claimed as ‘moral support’. By now everyone knew that was a complete lie and all he was set out to do was distract Roman and once again piss off the WWE universe- something the overly brash Canadian managed to do very well.

It was a little over ten minutes into the match and already there were broken chairs, splintered kendo sticks and even tables scattered across the ring. Fatigue also was clearly setting in on both men as their moves became more tiresome and sluggish as time ticked away. I bit my fingernails seeing Roman in a spot of immense difficulty as Jericho had ‘The Walls Of Jericho’ firmly in place.

Both Seth and I breathed a massive sigh of relief as my boyfriend’s exhausted body scrambled its way to the ropes. We both held our breaths as Roman tugged his frame to be standing setting up for what you could already tell would be a devastating spear. Witnessing his body crash into the already hurt Jericho ultimately caused a small, schoolgirl-like squeal to escape my lips as I then knew this would be it and Roman would finally pick up the win. 

However, those short seconds of elation were quickly cut to an end as that interfering idiot yanked the near enough defenseless body of my boyfriend out of the ring, automatically breaking the count. Romans body tumbled to the concrete as Owens crushed his body into the barricade before I heard the faint shouts of him screaming crude remarks about mine and Roman’s relationship… It was in that exact moment, I snapped.

“Seth, I’m going out there.” I blurted out in a fit of anger, gaining a concerned look from my friend.

Turning towards the curtain, my muscles tensed as my arm was tugged backward from the tight grasp around my wrist. “You can’t, it’s not part of the script.” He mumbled trying to ease your outrage however it was clear to see; once he finished speaking, he knew full well he couldn’t change anything.

“I’m not going to sit back listening to that bastard talk about Roman or me for that matter like that. It’s one thing interfering and costing my man the match but it’s another thing mentioning our private lives to a sold-out arena.” I ripped my arm out of Seth’s grip, immediately sprinting through the black curtain that separated the whole universe from out there from the previously calming backstage environment. My ears seemed to muffle the screams of the crowd as focusing solely on making sure Roman was right on track was the only thing circling my mind. As I reached the bottom of the ramp, I turned the corner sliding to the side of my boyfriend who was lying against the barricade clutching his right arm in discomfort. “Hey, hey, Rome are you alright?” I spoke hastily before nodding at his simple response of ‘yeah’.

Part of me was glad Roman was coping with it, however, a good seventy percent of myself was raring to just go and speak my mind to Owens. Aggravation seemed to consume any happy bone in my body making it borderline impossible for me to just let go of the snarky comments that were made. The on-going roars from the crowd only made my confidence grow stronger as I rose taking a few strong strides to be face-to-face with the man of many words. “You talk big Kevin; truthfully I don’t think you can back up your words very well. Acting all tough guy, interfering every damn match won’t get you very far you know.” I sassed keeping a close eye on Jericho’s actions, knowing just the extent he’ll go to in order to gain an advantage over the distraction.

“I can’t back up my actions huh? What about you, when was the last time you wrestled, not since Charlotte laid waste to you four months ago. You know it’s cute you running to the aid of your boyfriend because he can’t finish the job himself, yeah how about a round of applause for Y/N. How about you run on away with Roman and get married, you’re engaged, right? Oh wait my bad, they were just rumours.” It seemed Kevin made it his mission to get under my skin with every single word said. Above all, he was successful in his endeavors.

Within seconds I ripped the restricting, very executive blazer from my shoulders to be dressed in nothing more than a Roman Reigns shirt and leggings- an outfit that can allow for a war to be finished. “Oh dear Kevin, you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life. You wouldn’t dare hurt me; I know for sure I don’t have a problem hurting you; I’m pretty sure a certain someone over there doesn’t have a problem giving an extra spear to an extra jackass either.” I rose my voice, causing my head to not only be full of ideas to torment Kevin, but also to pound through the extremity my anger has peaked at.

I guess my comments hit him hard- well he walked away from you so I guess that’s a start. Twisting my body to be facing Roman, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I witnessed him struggling to even stand without the aid of the barricade. That in my eyes… the complete definition of hurt. I practically dashed to assist the man I so deeply loved, grabbing his underarms to ease his transition. For a split second, I turned to see Kevin giving what seemed to be ‘tactics’ to Jericho from beyond the ring before I diverted my attention back to the intense stare radiating from Roman’s face. “Okay baby, I know you’re hurting but I also know you can do this. It’s not fair on you, I mean come on it’s basically been 2 against 1. Go on back in that ring and set up for the superman punch, he’s going to try and dodge it so go for the spear.” I whispered, running my fingers through the dampened hair of the Samoan to clear it from his eyes. My hands traced up the herculean arms of him until they reached the back of his neck, whilst Romans held my lower back tugging me into a close hug. 

Despite the fact that blood still boiled within my body, just being this close to Roman made this a moment of clarity. “Alright babe, go do this, for us,” I spoke prior to leaning upwards to place my lips upon his. His lips always felt so good against mine; almost as if they were made for that purpose… truly if he wasn’t my soulmate, I’m not entirely sure I’d know what that word means. 

Releasing from his latch, I rested my chin upon his shoulder for one last moment before he went back into his zone. It would’ve been fine, except hairs stood on my body, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump formed in the back of my throat as I witnessed him- Kevin Owens dashing towards the two of us; his eyes dark with the need for revenge. It was hard to even find the words to say in that very moment, the single word that could escape my lips was, “Roman.” I could’ve said anything but that- that just led to Roman being in a state of confusion. He turned his body ever-so-slightly to face away from me but I knew just was coming and it sure as hell wouldn’t be pretty. I couldn’t bare the thought of Roman being put through any more pain than he already is so my first instinct was to push him away.

As quick as I slapped my hand on Roman’s body, I found myself on the floor holding my stomach as pain I’d never before experienced surged through me like a whirlwind. My limbs trembled, my head pounded and my vision was blurred but still, I could see his dark locks flash in front of my eyes. “Y/N, tell me you’re alright. Why’d you do that? Damn it babygirl, you’re scaring me half to death. Say something.” His words expressed in a panicked flurry as he held your cheeks.

The numbness if my entire body made it a difficult task to move or for that fact, speak. All that seemed capable of doing right now was to cry- I just couldn’t not in front of Roman, it’d panic him too much. “I’m fine. Just go and win this match.” I stuttered but with the sole aim to conceal the fact that I was in complete agony. Propping myself up to be sat so my back rested on the walls surrounding the rings, a sigh of relief rolling off my tongue as I heard the far-too-familiar beats of Seth Rollins’ entrance music. A sign that the match could carry on and you could just go backstage.

My legs seemed un-moveable; almost as if they weren’t even a part of me anymore. I practically had to drag myself up the ramp and through the curtain, before I could relax from the strain I was exhorting on them. That task wasn’t an easy one, especially knowing my past experiences with injuries. 

With a slight limp in my step, I entered back to the gorilla area, my hand literally clawing my stomach as I tried to deal with the intolerable ache. Trying to put on a brave face and pretend it just didn’t exist was arguably the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with, now I just couldn’t do it anymore… My nerves pulsated ten times the speed as normal causing small bumps to form on my body as I bent forwards one hand remaining on the vulnerable area and the other holding me up against one of the many metal crates. A small yet shrill cry left my mouth, echoing around the room and ultimately causing a few heads to face my direction. “Holy, Y/N are you alright, someone go get the medics.” Sasha ran to my side, her hand delicately placed on my shoulder giving some sort of comfort- that didn’t take away any of the pain though. It seemed as though within a split second a medical team were wheeling me off to be ‘examined’ but in reality, it was almost as if time was frozen; as if everything had just been drawn to a halt. Sasha continued to walk by your side until you’d reached the door holding many answers. “Sasha, don’t tell Roman. I’d never hear the end of it if he knew.”

The artificial white walls of the room made it seems so big- made me feel smaller and even more fragile than I already did. All I could do was wait… nothing more until the x-ray and test results came back. A small fraction of my mind still wishes Roman was here but I full well know, he’d be way more afraid than me and totally make the situation worse- well if that’s even possible. “Alright Y/N stay lying down for me, I don’t know how long this’ll take.” One of the medics spoke before the door swung open and a tall, dark figure sprung to your bedside. “Roman -How did you kn-” 

His scruffy beard tickled my cheeks as he ran kisses all over my face before kneeling down in front of me. “Shh, it’s alright, don’t worry about that now. Everything’s going to be fine babygirl, I promise. I just wish you would’ve told me you were in this much pain beforehand. Do they know what’s wrong?” I shook my head at his question- I myself fearing the worst possible outcome. “Ugh, you shouldn’t have pushed me out of the way, I would’ve taken it. Heck- I would take it a million times if it meant I didn’t come even remotely close to losing you.” Just hearing his voice still after a year made butterflies form in my stomach- even if this time they felt like wasps, I still knew that feeling. 

“Miss Y/N?” A tall body entered the room gowned in a pale blue top and trousers. It was visible to see Roman’s features becoming drained of his prior relief, “Is everything okay with her?” He questioned, grabbing my shaking hands in his, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Mr Reigns, we’re just going to need to do an ultrasound scan on her.”

“An ultrasound?” My heartbeat rapidly increased just hearing those words. I jolted my head towards Roman, seeing that his reaction seemed to be an exact mirror of mine. Lone tears began to stream down my cheeks as the gel was applied. I squeezed Roman’s hand a little tighter as he placed a firm kiss on my forehead. 

“Hm, well there was direct impact to the ribs, there’s bound to be some bruising but your baby’s absolutely fine.” Words were immediately caught in the back of my throat, my mouth agape as I heard faint chuckles from Roman.

“Baby? Are you sure?” I rested my head upon Roman’s shoulders, nuzzling it slightly into the crook of his neck.

“Tests suggest that; yes. You’re a lucky woman, and you Sir you are one lucky father.” I let out a small giggle. It all just didn’t seem real to me. Pulling my head away from my man’s body, I was immediately met with his strong, affectionate gaze as he lifted my head up with his thumb. Once again a wide grin was ever present on my face as I caressed his cheeks with both of my thumbs.

“God I love you so much,” Roman exclaimed, leaning in to draw me into a warm embrace. “No more saving me alright babe. And for you little guy…” He cooed, pointing towards the base of my stomach. “You’re more of a superman than me already.”

A/N - Mannnnn I loved this one so much. I enjoyed writing this so so much, ugh!! This was also my first attempt at writing in first person so hopefully it was alright!xo Thank you guys ~ Nikkii

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Parallel Universe: Exhibit A

Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.

“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”

On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.

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anonymous asked:

What should/shouldnt we do in leo season? Any advice/experience/warning

Generally, have fun and let loose!! This is the time to be creative and let your ego roar. Go to parties, host an event, go to concerts, just have fun and be yourself. Be more open to romance, and get out of your shell a little bit. Also depend on your transits, sun is where you’re gonna shine some light, especially during Leo season.

•Sun transiting 1st: It is your time to shine!!! Perform something, demonstrate, lead by example, be an influence, someone to remember.

•Sun transiting 2nd: Time to get that bank account rolling. Check your financial situation, get it figured out and make a plan on whether to keep it the way it is or change it.

•Sun transiting 3rd: Time to embark on a learning experience. Read a couple of books, write a book or more. Go on a mini road trip across town. Get a new car.

•Sun transiting 4th: Spend some time with your family, have fun and let loose. Do something fun and creative with your mom.

•Sun transiting 5th: Your absolute time to have all the fun you want to have. Paint, do your hair, create something new, treat your kids to something.

•Sun transiting 6th: Time to shine some light on your health and work place. Start a new diet, eat healthier and work out a little more, get a job, do something fun with your coworkers. Adopt a pet.

•Sun transiting 7th: Have fun with your partner, do something together, if you’re single this could potentially be a time for you to be in a new relationship.

•Sun transiting 8th: Do something extraordinary, out of your norm, and dangerous. Time to look at your life in general, find that purpose, question death and the after life.

•Sun transiting 9th: Go on a trip!! Travel and learn something new, learn about a new religion, new people, and philosophy. Conduct research, tour universities.

•Sun transiting 10th: Your time to shine in the public eye, let your boss know you’re on top of your game. Go have some fun with your dad.

•Sun transiting 11th: Go our with your friends, make new friends, plan a party, and get people together. Time to get something off your bucket list.

•Sun transiting 12th: Time to be reclusive, be more introspective and observant of your surroundings, Time to shine your subconscious, dreams filled with focus.

anonymous asked:

Hello ^-^ May I request some angst imagines for Soldier, McCree, and Genji where they call on holovid to their S/O who is currently away on a mission because they miss them. They talk for a minute (cue mushy talk) and then their S/O gets shot by an enemy? Whether they live or die is up to you. ouo

A/N: Decided to only do Genji and Soldier since they were a little long, and I figured I could make things a little more angsty if I threw in a couple of everyone’s favorite Talon members. These are kind of sad, but hey, isn’t that the point of writing angst? Besides, there’s some weird sense of pride when you write something like this. There’s some blood mentions in the story, though I try not to go into gruesome detail.

Soldier 76:

76 let out a long groan as he slumped further into his chair. The amount of intelligence that Overwatch brought in was staggering, and he had foolishly volunteered to help sort through it. Even when he was Strike-Commander, he never much cared for paperwork, it was an unfortunate part of the job. He could feel his eyes glazing over as he stared at the pile of papers that covered his desk. He’d earned a quick break, if only to refresh his mind before jumping back into his work. The metallic visor detached with a satisfying click, 76 cracked a small smile as the warm air of his office caressed his skin.

The visor was certainly a useful tool, and did wonders for hiding who he once was from prying eyes, but it wasn’t designed with comfort in mind. 76 reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small rectangular device. The screen flashed to life with a touch of his finger, the simplistic UI leaving each icon plainly visible. His hand lingered above the icon for a video call, inwardly debating on whether or not to get in touch. You’d been sent on a mission, and personal calls back to base weren’t exactly frequent when in combat. There was the odd call between active duty, but the responsibilities one had in the field took priority over phoning home.

76 shook his head, knowing that he shouldn’t even consider calling, distractions could be fatal in this line of work. Sighing gently, he decided against his better instincts, tapping the icon to initiate a video call. The device rang for several seconds, before the screen flashed again, your face appearing before him.

“Hey you. Miss me already?” You joked, smiling warmly at the grizzled man on the other side of the screen. A splash of redness tinted 76′s cheeks, though an untrained eye would have difficulty spotting it.

“Just checking in, making sure everything’s going smoothly.” He spoke stoically, his gruff tone as even as ever.

“Things are looking good, I’d say we’ll be able to wrap up within a few days tops. Talon’s been unusually quiet, not that I’m complaining.” You relaxed your posture, slumping against a nearby wall.

“Glad to hear it. I take it that intel was off?”

“Seems that way. I’m honestly rather happy that we didn’t run into him.”

“Me too, but don’t let your guard down.” You smiled at each other. 76 was never terribly emotional, but he let you know that he cared in his own way. Subtle shifts in his tone or posture, the occasional praise, even a kiss now and again.

“I never do. When I get back, what do you say we-” A rattle from down the hall drew your attention away from your partner. “Hold on a second.” 76 nodded, his face wearing its usual stern expression. You disappeared from the device’s view, a roughly textured wall the only image 76 could see. A yelp peaked his attention, the screen still showing the wall you once laid against.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Answer me!” He could feel the fear rising in his throat as he awaited a reply. The silence was deafening, until the device was raised into the air by an unseen hand. The screen shifted from the wall, to focusing on your battered body held by a single clawed gauntlet.

“Hello Jack…” The anguished voice was all too familiar to 76, the venom lacing his old friend’s words was palpable, even through the call. “I see you’ve taken interest in someone a little… younger…” 76 winced as he watched Reaper’s hand tighten further around your throat, small traces of blood leaking over the ends of his claws.

“Let them go Reyes!” 76 roared, nearly snapping the device between his hands. Reaper’s grip continued to grow tighter, the blood covering his claws beginning to drip towards the ground. “Let them go goddammit!”

“I told you, I will get my revenge.” The expressionless mask stared into his very soul, thin black mist flowing from the openings. He could feel tears begin to roll down his cheeks as he watched you struggle, the iron grip of the reaper was inescapable.

“Jack… I love you…” You coughed out between ragged breaths, your throat felt as though it was going to burst into flames. The pressure Reaper exerted was unimaginable, his force overwhelming your senses.

“I love you so much…” He croaked. “I’m so sorry…”

“How touching.” Reaper sneered, tightening his grip around your neck, snapping it as though it were a twig. It took every ounce of self control 76 had to not cry out in anguish, he could at the very least deny Reaper the satisfaction of watching him break. Reaper discarded your body, placing the device on the ground to leave your corpse in perfect view of the camera. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Jack.”

“I’m so sorry…” He whimpered, his hands trailing the screen as he stared at your remains. His heart ached as he sobbed uncontrollably, apologizing over and over again. “I’m so sorry…”


Genji stretched his arms high into the air as he pushed himself to his feet. Meditation certainly was relaxing, but his joints always felt a little stiff after an extended session. Normally he’d be able to fill some time in the day training with you, or at least relaxing near you. Since you were away on a mission, his day was rather open unless he wanted to spend every waking hour working on his form. A metallic sigh escaped his helmet, Genji found himself rather bored when he wasn’t able to spend time with you. Sure, Zenyatta was more than happy to spend time alongside his pupil, but he was hardly the life of the party. Anything outside of meditation or inward reflection was an alien concept to the enlightened Omnic.

If he was going to relax, he was at least going to do it somewhere with a view. Genji deftly scaled the walls of Watchpoint Gibraltar, making his way to the highest point of the Overwatch base. A small rooftop presented an exceptional view of the bay below, and interruptions this far off the beaten path were extremely rare. Genji had discovered the space during his original tenure with Overwatch before its collapse. Having somewhere to be alone was comforting when he was still adjusting to his cybernetic body. Though once he joined the reformed Overwatch and met you, the rooftop took on a different function.

Instead of somewhere Genji could retreat from the world, it became a space where he could share some quality time with you. A pair of bean bag chairs had been dragged up here by the youngest Shimada, and you were rather insistent that a small rug be placed between them. The metallic rooftop was far from inviting before you each cleaned it up a little, it was almost cozy now. Finding joy in the simpler things was something Genji used to be incapable of doing, but it was almost second nature when he was with you. Being able to take in such a gorgeous view alongside an equally as gorgeous partner was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Genji smiled as he settled into the green chair, withdrawing a communications device from his waist. You were away on a mission, sure, but you each tried to make time to talk to one another when you were apart. The device sprung to life as his fingers deftly tapped away at it, quickly opening a video call to your device. It rang for an instant, before your face appeared on the screen.

“I was just about to call you.” You laughed, smiling warmly at Genji.

“Sorry, I’m just a little too fast for you.” Genji chuckled, opening his helmet to reveal his rugged face. Scars from his mortal injuries at his brother’s hands lined his face, though you were adamant that they made him look sexy. “I thought you might miss this view.” Genji spun the device so that the camera faced the shining bay, the waves gently crashing against the rocks below.

“That is a nice view, but I think I prefer the one of you even more.” You playfully flirted, earning a smirk from Genji as he flipped the device back towards himself.

“I can’t blame you, green definitely looks good on me.” He joked, laughing alongside you. “I trust that everything is going smoothly?”

“Nothing I can’t handle, I learned from the best, after all.”

“That you did, but you’re not a cyborg ninja.”

“I like to think I’m pretty close.”

“I can agree with that.” You both laughed again, the relaxing dynamic between the two of you always did wonders when one of you was out in the field. It was hard to be stressed out about a mission when you were joking around together.

“Oh! That reminds me, I was-” A gunshot cut off your speech, a hole now present in your forehead. Genji felt his blood run cold as he watched you sit there wordlessly, your posture slumping backwards slowly, bracing itself against the wall. He was speechless as your eyes stared blankly into space, unblinking as blood began to trickle from the wound in your forehead. Genji stared in disbelief at what he had just witnessed, his love so callously taken from him, so suddenly ripped away. He didn’t know if he’d even processed the fact that you had died, or if he was simply too blinded by rage to feel anything.

The clack of high heels against tile were picked up by the microphone, Genji immediately recognized the sound. A blue arm reached down, pushing your body out of view, a large splatter of blood left on the wall where you once sat.

Adieu.” A thick French accent spoke, seeming to relish in the kill. “Life is so fleeting, isn’t it, Mr. Shimada?” The device was picked up by your assassin, the smooth face of Widowmaker appearing on the screen. “You should’ve joined us when you had the chance, a pity they had to be dragged into this.”

“I am going to kill you.” Genji coldly spoke, his eyes piercing through the device. The rage within him was almost uncontrollable, needing every piece of Zenyatta’s advice to stop himself from tearing the device in two.

“I am terrified, truly.” Widowmaker scoffed, discarding the device to the ground, the sound of her heels fading away. Genji shook as he stared at the screen, hurling it in the bay below. With or without Overwatch’s help, he was going to make sure Widowmaker’s last moments were spent in agonizing pain. He would be sure to recover your body, but mourning would have to wait until he avenged you.

Yeeeeeeeah, I finally joined the bandwagon.

First ever Yuri On Ice fanart. Please be nice and DO NOT REPOST MY WORK without permission. Thank you~

On Pixiv: 『ZODIAC』LEO - Yuri Plisetsky

Edit: THE DWEEB IS A PISCES. Okay, keep calm, it’s a good thing Yurio has a penchant for things that go ROAR so this isn’t too far off. 😑 gdi
Back Off ♡ Jay Park

Originally posted by mvssmedia

warnings: swearing, slight dirty talk{not a smut}

ps: i was trying way to hard to be funny so dont mind me

“Baby, you gotta wake up before we’re late.. for the millionth time,” Jay exaggerated while shaking me by my waist. 

“I was never the reason why we were late for any occasion. The only reason why we’re ever late is because you can’t take your eyes off of a damn mirror, spray 10 more pounds of cologne, take hour shits, and–” 

“Okay, I get it. Now would you get your lazy ass up, and get ready? We’re meeting AOMG and most of my friends at the club,” Jay sighed.

I wasn’t getting up early, and Jay knew that which is why he made it his goal to try his best, and wake up his lazy ass girlfriend who he loved so much yet wanted to just throw her into a pool and move away to another country so he won’t get murdered by his feisty girlfriend. 

I put my palm against his face, and pushed him away from mine while closing my eyes and regaining my beauty sleep. “Please baby, just get up,” Jay exasperated while putting his face into my neck and plastering little kisses that he knew were my weakness. 

“Give me a minute, baby,” I yawned.

“You like opening your mouth wide open, don’t you?” Jay smirked. Trust your own boyfriend to turn every innocent thing into something naughty. 

I giggled before rolling around and leaning in trying to give him a kiss on the lips. To my surprise, he moved his head real quick before pointing a finger to bathroom and saying, “Toothbrush.” 


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048. basketballer!yoongi

048. “we accidentally got married in vegas oops”

From the moment the buzzer echoed across the whole stadium with player number 93 deemed responsible for the winning basket, you knew that it was the confirmation that the road trip popping up every now and then during the game was a clear go. Roars from the crowd and cheers soon took over but it only took a smile from across the court to send shivers down your spine.

Yoongi breaks free from his teammates surrounding him, running straight towards you and you’re surprised people broke apart to form an empty path. His arms glide around your waist with ease, lifting you onto him with a smile so wide, you know the moon can barely compare with how much he’s glowing. He looks up to you, literally and metaphorically before he kisses you and he kisses you hard with everyone staring but you don’t feel anything else than the butterflies roaming free in your gut.

He gently places you down to your feet and chases for your lips again just as you try to pull back. Grinning, you let him have his way as he squeezes you tight and then he lets go completely. Before you can say anything, he latches his hand onto your wrist, leaving no room for discussion when he pulls you along to follow him.

You can barely make up what’s going on in his mind when he dismisses himself from the team, bidding everyone goodbye and wishing them a great celebration. If the star himself won’t be present, what’s the whole point of celebrating, then? It’s only until Yoongi slips his fingers down and between yours, looking to the side where he smirks at you and tugs you to follow him to the car.

As he straps the seatbelt on for you and revs the engine, you know you’re in for a ride when he switches on the GPS and you see he keyed in the location: Las Vegas.

The phrase living life in the moment never seemed so right, only fitting with Yoongi’s hand in yours as you two get used to the nightlife and city lights. Yoongi lives for the spark in your eyes as you two walk around, with no designated destination but the journey is well-lived as long as he’s by your side and you, by his. The thrill rushes through your veins when the slot machines seem to bank out way too much of a reward than you deserve but with the way Yoongi hushes you and ushers you to just take it, you say screw it and follow his league. 

He’s a laughing mess when you try out different clothes in the dressing room, you’re almost in tears at the weird concoction of an outfit he picks but at the end of the day, he ends up with a button-up black shirt with jeans and you with a white dress that rides up to your ankles, slits by both ends and it ends Yoongi in an instant when you checkout and he’s only checking in.

The walk back to the hotel room bites to your bones, anxiety heaving each step when Yoongi bruises your neck with blooms of purple and red that the strain in his pants does nothing but quickens his steps. Just as the pair of you reach the front doors, there seems to be something going on that the two of you can’t quite piece together. There’s cheering, flower petals being thrown and with urges to kiss, kiss, kiss! Yoongi shrugs and scoops you into his arms, dipping you down after that and leans in to let you feel his smile on his lips against yours.

They put something around you after that but it’s the buzz of cheap beer in your veins and the cloud of your happiness with Yoongi gets in the way to read the situation of what just happened. Yoongi grins and tugs you away when they make way for the pair of you and into the hotel you go. There seems to be a couple of congratulations after that but brushing it off and heading into the elevator, Yoongi comes kissing you when the coast is clear. It’s not until you feel the harsh material of cardboard pressing to your chest and you nudge Yoongi away.

He huffs but obliges. He then follows your line of eyes to his chest… but what’s on top of it.

just married!

“Did we… just get married?”

“…I think so.”

“Any regrets, Mrs. Min?” He puts his arm around you to pull you close and it’s the same time the doors ding to an open. Yoongi sees his smile in your eyes and lives for the way your words pull him out of the lift to follow you to the hotel room.

“Absolutely none, Mr. Min.”