god she sounds like an idiot

Cure (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.

A/N: This might hurt a little. Just a little. 

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

It’s weird, waking up not knowing where you are. It took me a while to remember what happened last night, and it took me even longer to realise that I’m not alone in this bed; even when I’m curled around the warm body next to me, my arms around her waist and my face nuzzled into the back of her neck.

She smells familiar. She smells like.. home.

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on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.    

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed. 

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.  

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing

I wanted to write bed sharing. So I did. 

Smut ahoy.

3k words-ish

One man tents aren’t meant for sharing. Neither are sleeping bags. Too bad they don’t have any choice…

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Killian Jones’ rather bony elbow dug into Emma’s back. Wincing, she scowled then retaliated by shoving her icy cold right foot backwards until it was wedged between his bare legs, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath.

Today was such a fucking mess. She was cold, tired and mentally drained from an afternoon of drudging through the forest with… him .

“Swan…” he groaned, the low timbre of his voice cutting right through her body making her gut clench.

“Keep your arms to yourself, buddy,” she snapped, her frown growing deeper.

“Gladly,” he quipped, flopping dramatically onto his stomach. The extra-large sleeping bag that housed the pair lurched in his direction, spinning her onto her back and somehow wedging her arm beneath him.

“Urgh!” she cried, tugging herself free, thanking God and all the stars that the man was at least wearing an undershirt.

He turned his head. Though it was late, it was summer and the night sky still provided enough illumination to see his expression: a smug grin combined with raised eyebrows.

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Teenage Feysand Pt. 2

So, I was going to wait to post this later, but it all came to me at once, and I just couldn’t wait. Thank you all for the positive feedback for this fic. I’m so grateful that y’all liked it. I’m most definitely going to write part 3 now, so stay tuned. 

Feyre made it her own personal goal to torture me with wanting any time we were together. She always stood too far away to touch but not far enough for me to get away from that intoxicating scent of hers.

One afternoon, we had a camp meeting with all the Illyrians in training. My brothers and I were standing in the back of the room, trying to stay away from the attention of Lord Devlon. He wouldn’t touch me, but he would make an example of my brothers if one of us got out of line. I made to give Cassian a pointed look to keep quiet while the camp leader spoke. He merely gazed back at me and shrugged. That’s when I noticed the golden-brown head making its way through the gathered crowd to come stand at my side. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed Feyre’s attire. She was in full Illyrian fighting leathers in all their skin-tight glory. Fingers snapped in my face rather impatiently a moment later.

“Honestly, Rhys, I’m beginning to find your staring uncomfortable,” Feyre said and turned back to the meeting taking place. I noticed the slow blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks though and decided that I particularly liked how she looked when she was flustered.

So, naturally, I leaned into her, making sure to brush my lips over the shell of her ear, as I whispered, “Well, Feyre, I can’t help but stare when you look absolutely irresistible.” Her cheeks reddened further at my remark, but I simply turned back to Devlon barking something about our inability to keep our barracks clean. I could feel Feyre’s eyes on me, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly I wanted to kiss her at that moment. I was doing an excellent job of pretending she didn’t exist until I felt a finger brush down the inside of my left wing.

I shuttered at the touch, but gritted my teeth. Feyre was not Illyrian, but she knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, which was exactly why she knew where to touch to drive me crazy. She ran another finger down the membranous inside of my wing, and I lost it. In an instant, I had her by the hand and was dragging her out the door of the meeting hall with a look back at Cassian to cover for me if they came looking. My brother just gave me a smirk and whispered something to Azriel that had them both laughing under their breath.

When we were in the safety of the forest, far enough that any sound wouldn’t cause alarm, I finally let go of Feyre’s hand and turned to face her.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to shove her against a tree and take her like she was mine. Feyre flinched at my tone and looked mortifyingly apologetic.

“Rhys, I-I’m sorry. I thought you-Oh my god I’m such an idiot,” she said and turned away from me, wrapping her arms around herself. I instantly felt terrible at the crack in her voice and made to grab her arm, but she flinched away from my touch.

“Hey…Feyre. Feyre, please look at me,” I said earnestly. She turned her head slightly, allowing me to gaze into her eyes. “I’m not angry with you. It just caught me off guard. Please talk to me,” I pleaded.

She finally turned to me fully but remained silent. I realized she was thinking of a way to get out of this, so I said suddenly, “Tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

She didn’t seem thrilled about this idea, but she gave me a small smile and said, “I’m thinking that you’re rather adorable when you’re all horny and frustrated. I’m thinking that your reputation with females should scare me away, but I can’t seem to stay away from the pretty son of the High Lord…”

“You think I’m pretty?” I said with a grin. She punched my arm at that and glared at me, “I think you’re a pompous ass.” My grin widened, and I took a bold step closer to her, making her take a cautious step back towards the tree behind her.

I halted my advances when she looked up at me expectantly, waiting to hear my thoughts. I looked down at her, and my smile turned softer as I took in her features.

“I’m thinking…” I said slowly, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger, “I’m thinking that I’ve never been this obsessed with getting a female’s attention before. I’m thinking that I might die if you reject me again. I’m thinking that you are so damn beautiful that sometimes I can’t control myself around you, and if that makes me a pompous ass then I apologize, but I cannot stay away from you, Feyre. And I don’t know why, but it scares the hell out of me.”

She looked up into my face then and smiled. Not the same small smiles that she normally gave me, but a broad grin so beautiful it took the breath right out of me.

“Kiss me, Rhys,” she said, fisting the front of my loose cotton shirt in her small hands. I did. I leaned in slowly and kissed her with the gentleness that she deserved. I let the kiss be slow until she initiated anything else, but I almost lost it when her hands slid into my hair, and she tugged. I groaned against her mouth and pushed her back against the tree. Her small gasp at the impact sent chills down my spine, and I quickly claimed her mouth again. This time she was the one to groan, and I nearly passed out as she bit down on my lower lip and her tongue asked for entrance.

I gladly obliged her, and our tongues began fighting for the chance to explore. I let hers win, and another shiver went down my spine as she explored my mouth. I felt like I was on fire, like this might be how I was going to die, against this tree with Feyre’s mouth on mine. Before I could reach for the hem of her shirt, before I could explore her body, a throat cleared behind us.

Shit,” I muttered and turned to find my mother standing behind us.

“RHYSAND ADAM!” my mother exclaimed as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me away from Feyre, “You know I am an understanding mother, but a little warning would be nice before you go off with your girlfriend. I’ve been looking for you for the entire afternoon. Oh, hello Feyre, you’re looking lovely.” Feyre blushed further and gave my mother a short wave.

I threw an apologetic look at Feyre and turned back to my mother, “Mom…I told Cas and Az to tell you where I was. I’m sorry.”

She looked unsatisfied with my answer, but she suddenly turned to Feyre, who was looking everywhere but at my mother’s warm face. “Darling, don’t look so mortified. If only you knew what Rhysand’s father and I have been caught doing in this very fore-”

“MOTHER PLEASE,” I screamed in horror. She merely laughed and made her way back towards the camp. About a hundred yards away, she turned back to us and said with a small smile, “Rhysand, I expect you to bring Feyre to dinner. Of course, if that’s alright with you, Feyre.” Feyre nodded, and my mother, satisfied, continued her walk back to the camp.

When she was out of sight and ear shot, I walked back to Feyre and took her hands in mine, “I apologize for my mother. She’s a gentle creature, but she is a meddling little thing.” A fond smile came to my lips at the thought of my mother. Feyre merely brushed back a stray strand of my too-long hair from my forehead and smiled, “I guess I’d better go get dressed for family dinner then.”

She ducked under my arm and started walking back the way my mother had exited. I stood there admiring the swing of her hips in her fighting leathers until she turned back to me and said, “Are you coming with me or not?”

I realized then that I would go anywhere if it was with her. I ran to join her, a smile playing at my lips at the realization that had come to me. “What are you smiling about?” she asked with a wary look in my direction. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and said, “Oh, nothing you need to be concerned with.” She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she just wrapped her arm around my waist, and we walked like that back to the camp where family dinner awaited us. I sent a silent prayer to the Cauldron for my family not to fuck this up.

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Nalu & 6 because I'm evil

6: “ I lost the baby. ”

Title: Together

Rated: T

Words: 885

Prompt from here

(anon you must know me and how much I love to write angst)

It had been a long day.

First, Natsu had to deal what that annoying cop Fullbuster who was investigating a fire he put out the week before, then Captain Dryer threatened a demotion if he didn’t stop causing even more damage to the buildings that only had small fires. 

He couldn’t help it. 

If he say a cat stuck in the building he was going to save it. 

So, when he got home all he really wanted was a long shower and to cuddle his beautiful wife, and eat as much food as his body would let him. 

“Lucy, I’m home!” He called out, throwing his coat on a chair and kicking off his boots. 

No answer.

“Lucy?” He tried again, making his way through their house. The lights were all off, not a sound to be heard.

He started to panic. Lucy always answered him when he got home, and she would’ve called to tell him if she wasn’t going to be there. He took off in a run, racing to their bedroom. He prayed that she was just sleeping- he didn’t know what he would do if she wasn’t there.

Or worse.

Throwing the door open, he immediately spotted a head of gold, his wife curled up in a ball on their bed, sheets thrown haphazardly around the room as she clung to a pillow.

“Lucy?” Making his way over, Natsu sat beside her on the bed, hand moving to rub her back in a comforting manor, “what’s wrong?” 

She didn’t answer him, and Natsu felt confusion take over. She wasn’t like this. He had never seen her like this. 

A sudden thought came to the forefront of his mind, and he desperately tried to push it away. His eyes glanced to her stomach, eyebrows furrowing in worry. 

He shifted on the bed, lying down so he could press his front against her back, wrapping his arms around her securely. Tucking his chin in the crook of her neck, he took in a deep breath, her smell filling his senses. 

He moved his arm up and down her arm, humming a random tune as he just lay there, waiting for her to tell him what was wrong. He was starting to get really worried, but he knew he had to just let her gather her thoughts, he had to just be there for her.

A sob filled the air, and after letting that first one out, Lucy couldn’t stop it. She weeped, tears falling and throat turning raw. 

Natsu’s eyes widening, not sure what was happening or what to do. He just continued to stroke her arms, hoping it helped. He mutter lowly in her ear, random words of reassurance.  He hated seeing her like this, and it was even worse not even knowing why.

“Natsu,” she whimpered, once her cries lessened and her breathing evened out. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” She heaved, cries ripping through her once again. 

Natsu was confused. He didn’t know anything Lucy would have to be sorry for. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he tightened his arms, throwing a leg over hers. He figured being as lose to her as possible right now was the best solution. 

“No, no it’s not. It’s all my fault.” 

“Lucy…” He just wanted her to be happy again. To smile, to tell him he was an idiot with her lips turning up in the corners while she pretended to be angry. He couldn’t deal with sad Lucy- it scared him when she was like this. 

“I’m sorry Natsu. You’ll hate me, god, you’ll hate me so much.” She sounded so utterly broken Natsu felt his heart tear. 

“Oh, Lucy,” he soothed, kissing her neck, letting his lips linger. “I could never hate you. You’re my world.”

Suddenly she flipped around, startling Natsu as she faced him, eyes red and wet, but that wasn’t what shocked him.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow, a sadness he couldn’t comprehend in the slightest, but there was also something else, something he couldn’t quite tell what it was. 

“It’s-I lost the baby, Natsu.” And then she broke.

Natsu thought she had already cried all her tears, but this was something else. Something feral. Her sobs were uncontrolled and heart wrenching, hands clenching on the sheets that were still left on the bed as she curled further into herself and away from Natsu.

He was in shock, eyes staring at her in disbelief before turning soft, a sadness filling him that he had never felt before. 

“Oh, Lucy,” he sighed, moving close to her once again, not letting her jerk away like she tried. “This isn’t your fault. I’m so sorry.”

He repeated it over and over, not letting her think for one second that she had anything to do with this. 

Across the room he spotter their comforter, quickly getting up to grab it before wrapping himself around her again, slinging the blanket over them as he held onto her for dear life, tears falling down his face. 

He breathing deepened, her cries lulling her into sleep from exhaustion, and he lied there, finally letting out a sob of his own when he knew she was asleep. It hurt, it hurt so much.

But he still had Lucy, and they would get through this.




Molly blinks at him. Touches her hair self-consciously.

Sherlock wets his lips, unable to look away.

“Am I…? Is it falling down?”

And she turns to look in the mirror above her mantle-piece, checks her hair. The thick, dark tresses are wound into a single braid, pinned against her head in an up-do that it is taking all of Sherlock’s will power not to pull asunder.

Damn but she looks lovely like this.

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NEGAN Imagine

Summary: Imagine Negan visiting Alexandra a little too often, just to see you.

Author note: Thank you for nearly 500 followers. You’ve all be lovely commenting, reblogging and liking my posts. Thank you, guys!❤️❤️

Negan x Reader

“Knock, knock!” You hear a harsh man’s voice yelling through the Alexandra gates. “Come on, you asses! gotta let me in!” You could hear him laughing and it sent shivers down your spine. Rick looked over at you concerned.

“He’s early.” Rick sighed and started to walk towards the gates. He always walked arms a little out and swayed a little. As Rick did this, the man at the gate opened them.

“Well… about fucking time” he looked around. “I never thought-” he cut himself off “What fine piece of nice ass is this?” He pointed directly at you, grinning. Your eyes opened in shocked and you held your own hands nervous. 

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Making your acquaintance (fem!mystrade <3)

Mycroft blinks in surprise at her sister’s text:

You’re too early. Drive around in a circle a few more times. -S

Oh, she will do no such thing. Mycroft raps on the glass divider. 

“Stop the car.”

She has hardly opened the door when the realisation hits her, just why Sherlock was trying to avoid her again. Yellow tape. Police. Cars. And Sherlock, standing in the middle of it all, in typical rant mode, hands flying every which way. 

Mycroft rolls her eyes. “Oh, Jesus Christ.” She storms forward. “Arrested, sister mine?” 

Her voice is deliberately loud, and Sherlock cringes as she spots her. 

“I told you to wait,” she replies.

“You are being ridiculous. Utterly-” Mycroft takes a deep breath. “Come on. We’re going.”

But, before she’s even considered how to persuade Sherlock to actually get into the car, an even louder voice bellows across to them.

“Oi! Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Mycroft does a double take as another young woman joins them, striding across with confidence, white shirt sleeves rolled up in a way that could only suggest outrage.

“Well?” the woman says, hands on hips now. 

Sherlock snorts.

Mycroft clears her throat and vaguely wonders why she fears becoming tongue-tied. “I am Sherlock’s sister.”

It’s the woman’s turn for a double take, now. She gapes at Sherlock. “You never told me you have a sister!”

Sherlock shrugs. “Evidently. Must have slipped my mind.”

And the woman is glancing between them, back and forth, with the beginnings of a smirk. “Actually, I can see the resembl-”

“Oh God, please don’t-”

“Excuse me,” Mycroft cuts across them. “If I could just clarify exactly what damage my sister has wrought and I’ll be able to pay a sum of-”

“Eh?” The woman is staring at her, and Mycroft feels odd- as if she’s in some sort of spotlight. “God, don’t you know? Your sister’s a genius. She’s working on a case for me. Got the lads bloody clueless, let me tell you, don’t know what we’d do without her.”

Mycroft blinks in confusion again. Of course, Sherlock’s genius is not a surprise, but the fact that she is actually… well. She’s doing very well indeed.

Mycroft clears her throat. “Men are idiots, anyway.”

The woman laughs. Mycroft likes the sound- un-apologetically raucous. “Too right. And a nightmare at work. At everything, really.”

Mycroft smiles. “Always.”

“Oh, what line are you in?”

She considers, and studiously ignores Sherlock’s grin. “Politics,” she replies, which is true as it stands.

The woman grins. “Ooh, hark at you. Right, dear,” she nods at Sherlock. “Are you free to go over that with me one more time?”

Sherlock actually hesitates, and Mycroft internally winces. She decides to say nothing, and she heartens at her sister’s confident reply when she realises Mycroft will not interrupt her: 


Mycroft has already began to step back when the woman looks earnestly at her, and she freezes.

“We’ll only be another ten minutes, that alright with you?”

Once more, Mycroft blinks. “…I suppose I can go on a short drive.”

“Cracking.” The woman sticks out her hand. “Georgia Lestrade. But, don’t call me that. George works.”

Mycroft shakes her hand. “Mycroft Holmes.”

“You never told me your name,” Sherlock says indignantly.

George (George, Mycroft’s mind echoes) tuts. “You cheeky beggar, you’ve stolen my ID, how can you not know…”

Ten minutes later, Mycroft promptly returns. She opens the car door and slides out to give Sherlock room, only to nearly trip on the kerb at the sight of George Lestrade standing there.

Sherlock shuts the car door. They both ignore this.

George runs a hand through her hair. “Listen, Mycroft, can I ask you…”

Her heart is categorically not in her throat. “Yes?”

George grins. “Why are you carrying around an umbrella like that in summer?”

Mycroft blushes. To tell the truth, she almost forgets that it’s hooked over her forearm. “It goes with the image,” she lies.

“So I see.” George winks at her. “Maybe.. explain more at a… well, don’t know if you do pubs.”

“Fish and chips,” Mycroft says quickly, and feels her face growing even hotter.

“Uh- alright, then. Fish and chips. Sounds perfect.”

There’s a laugh in that, but it’s not mockery, which Mycroft appreciates. It could even pass as… fond.

She shakes George Lestrade’s hand one last time, and braces herself for a teasing car journey with Sherlock.

(tags with folk interested under the cut! This is my first try at fem mystrade, but I’d love to do more <3)

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Lost [Jared Kleinman x Reader]

request #70! requested by @yzamatcha

Y/N - your name

warnings: angst, bad writing lol

“Whatever, I’m out of here.” Jared snapped as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and stomped to the other side of your bedroom to leave.

“Jared-” you started.

“I’ll see you at school I guess. Just leave me alone ok? Can you do that?” He huffed after he cut you off.

You had gotten into an argument about something so minuscule; where to go tonight. You just wanted to stay inside and watch a movie or something. You hadn’t had the best day and you just wanted to be near him and relaxed. He insisted otherwise. He wanted to go out with a group of friends for a movie instead. You told him that you had a bad day and would prefer to stay in, to which he responded that you never do anything for him.

You just watched, horrified, as he slammed the door behind him.

Oh no. Oh god no. I’ve never seen him that mad. Am I a bad girlfriend? Did he finally see me the way I’ve seen myself all this time? He’s too good for me anyways. Oh please no.

your brain stared attacking you. You knew that anxiety was starting to dig its nails in you, but you just couldn’t help it. All the doubt you’ve ever had about him being too good for you, or you being a bad girlfriend to him, seemed to be true. You began to cry as you came to a realization.

He’s gone. You thought. He’s gone

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a supergirl imagine where the reader finds out Mon-El is the Prince of Daxam and he freaks out bc he thinks she's gonna break up with him and he goes to her house in tears to try and get her back but she's chill about it and is just like "you're not your past and you're not your parents, I know you're trying to change and I love you for it" and that's the first time they say the L word to each other?

Aaw this sounds so cute, sorry it’s so late.

Also this turned into a bit of a hurt/comfort fic but oh well.

You slammed the door of your apartment and slid down the wall, burying your head in your hands.

God you were an idiot, you ran out when you found out who Mon-El was.

You didn’t even give him a second look, you just took off.

And the worst was now that you thought about it, yes he was a terrible person back then. But he had changed completely. You knew he would never go back to the way he was.

In fact you knew you could forgive him, and you knew Kara was probably screaming things at him that would put him in the same mindset as Oliver Queen and there was nothing you could do about it because you ran away.

God he probably thinks you hate him. He probably thinks you running away was you breaking up with him.

When actually it was you being surprised and an idiot.

You got up and were about to go see if Mon-El was still at headquarters when you heard someone knock on your door.

The last person you expected to find there was your glossy eyed boyfriend.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice shaking, “please let me explain. Please hear me out.”

Part of you wanted to shush him, to tell him that it was fine and that you forgave him. But the other part of you knew he needed to say whatever it was he came here to say. Not for you, but for him.

“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, tears forming in his eyes, “God just please don’t leave me. I am so sorry. I was an idiot. I should have told you. I know I should have told you. I just didn’t know how. Please Y/N. I can’t stand the world without you. Please.”

He was pacing the apartment now, and even though you couldn’t see his face you knew tears were flowing freely.

He turned to face you, you could see his pain in his blue eyes. You could see his hands shaking and you instantly grabbed him and pulled him into a hug.

For a second he didn’t react, and then you felt him melt into you. You felt his head hit your shoulder, his arms wrap around your waste and you felt his full body deflate.

Neither of you spoke, you needed to calm him down and you knew that physical contact worked best.

After a while you heard him begin to speak, “Y/N ple-”

“Shh,” you whispered, running one of your hands through his hair, “just relax Mon-El.”

After a while you felt his heart beat slow to a somewhat normal pace and you slowly untangled him from you.

You took his face in your hands and looked him straight as you said, “Mon-El I’m gonna need you to listen to me now. You are not your past. You have changed completely and I know you will never go back to the way you were before. I would never leave you, Mon-El I’m sorry I ran but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“No I’m the one who should be sorry,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist again, “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve any of this. And you deserve someone far better than me.”

“Mon-El,” you repeated, “you are not your past. You are in incredible person and you deserve to be happy. You have changed completely. And that’s one of the things I love about you.”

“You love me?” he asked, you could see her was insure. Disbelieving.

“Yeah,” you muttered deciding to just own your slip up, “I do.”

“I love you too,” he said before pulling you into a hug again.

And okay maybe that’s where you stayed for a long time. And maybe both ended up on the floor hugging still.

But none of that mattered. Because you loved him. And he loved you.


Hope you guys liked that.

Feel free to request an imagine or a prompt :) I write for all D.C. tv shows, the Chicago series ad well as a bunch of book series and bands (full list somewhere on my blog).

Harlivy One-shot

so i finally got around to writing a one-shot for harley and ivy

enjoy :) 

Title: The Punch Line 

Pairing: Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy 

Summary:  “Three weeks ago, it had started off the same as always. Like every other night the Joker got to be too much, Harley showed up at her doorstep with nothing but the clothes on her back and mascara running down her cheeks.”

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anonymous asked:

How about a Todomomo drabble about whatever you want?

         Note: Thanks for your request :) I hope you enjoy this! Drabble turned into a full on one-shot hehe 

In which Todoroki’s mother asks to see her.

               “Shouto,” his mother took a seat in front of him and smiled, eyes sparkling in curiosity, “so when are you going to bring your friend over to see me?”

               Todoroki tilted his head, eyes fixated on her mother’s wide grin. Ever since graduation, Todoroki has been visiting less and less often due to work issues. And now it’s been almost 5 months since he last stepped foot onto his mother’s ward. Every time he asked his assistant to schedule in a visit, he gets swarmed with missions. The worse, though, is the horrible paperwork—all the reports and forms he had to do were overwhelming, sometimes tempting him to set his desk on fire. But every time he laid eyes on his mother’s kind and gentle soul, he felt better. It’s a blessing really, that he has this kind of relationship with his own mother; something he couldn’t have imagined 15 years ago.

               “I have many friends,” Todoroki spoke, and started peeling the orange that was resting on his mother’s coffee table, “Do you mean Midoriya? You’ve met him already. Or you mean the lunatic kid with the explosive hair?” He didn’t know how funny he sounded when he talked so monotonously, and his mother stifled a laugh.

               “Oh you’re avoiding it.”

               Todoroki tugged the last piece of orange peel off.

               “Avoiding what?”

               “You know I’m talking about the girl.”

               Todoroki looked at his mother, eyes already revealing his inner turmoil, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He proceeded to evenly split the fruit in half, handing one side to his mother. Without hesitation, he stuffed a few pieces into his mouth, eyes devoting most of its attention to the dust bunnies underneath his mother’s bed. He knew this was going to happen. Again with the “dating talk”.

               “Shouto, do you think your sister would keep it a secret from me?” His mother shifted and leaned forward, “Fuyumi says you brought a girl home a few times, AND apparently you guys work together.”

               “We don’t work together,” Todoroki answered hastily, “Yaoyorozu is an old classmate. We bump into each other during missions. That’s all.”

He paused, mouth forming a thin line, “I only brought her over for dinner once anyway. Fuyumi’s exaggerating. She’s just a normal friend.”

Todoroki could feel his heart starting to thump rapidly against ears. Do normal friends text each other at 4 am spewing out whatever secrets they had? Comfort each other under any circumstances? He’s confused himself. His relationship with Yaoyorozu Momo was an enigma and for once in his life, he has very little confidence in figuring it out.

Todoroki’s mother crossed her arms, “Well then make it your mission to bring someone you like to see me. I’m not young, Shouto. Your mother’s been waiting for a while now. Even Fuyumi has two kids, it’s your turn.”

Talk about pressure.

Todoroki took a deep breath and exhaled, the throbbing of his chest lessened negligibly, and his eyes glanced over at the clock.

“It’s time to go,” he said, almost sounding like an excuse, “I’ll come back to see you soon.”

His mother stood up to open the door for him, face furrowed as if she wanted to retort, but stopped midway.

“I’m serious, Shouto,” his mother let out a sigh, “Don’t make me come out of the hospital to –“

Her eyes went wide at the thought, and she knew her joke was out of line for both Todoroki and herself. She has been in the hospital for a long time after all. The expression left on her face was solemn, but with a small tug on her lips, she faked a smile, sending Todoroki a wave of warmth before he stepped out of the room.


               It’s 2 am and Todoroki Shouto just couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned on his bed, eyes fluttering open once in a while, eyeing the slither of moonlight that seeped through the window curtains. His mind was wandering and he couldn’t help but think about the conversation earlier in the day. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and face, and groaned. From the corner of his eye, he noticed his phone lying undisturbed beside his bed. Maybe he should text her? Tell her how he…

               No. He couldn’t tell her how he felt. He had zero experience in this area and he knew he would outright blurt something stupid and ruin the whole thing or confession or whatever this was. Like that time when Ojiro tried to flirt and ended up tail-whipping Hagakure across the face.

               A green light and an urgent vibration interrupted the mess he called thoughts and he swung his arm over, eyes squinting, and pressed the screen with his index finger. The next thing he knew, her voice came out loud and passionately inviting.

               “Todoroki,” she sounded a little hoarse, perhaps she was staying up late for work again, “I’m so sorry to call you at this hour but I think I left my work folder in your house last time I came and I really need it tomorrow at the latest.”

               She paused slightly, “I’m sorry I’m rambling, but it’s so unlike me to be so disorganized. Forgive my intrusion, Todoroki, I bet you were asleep.”

               He sat up and walked over to his desk, finger lacing around the red folder that laid haphazardly against his desk lamp.

               “Yeah I have it, sorry I forgot to give it back to you,” he cleared his throat and closed his eyes as he listened to Yaoyorozu’s sigh of relief. Even in the absolute darkness of his imagination, he could see her riveting smile and her eloquent movements.

His right hand gripped onto the folder harder, “Uh, Yaoyorozu, this is …kind of random but my mother wants to see you?”

The boy let go of the folder and covered his mouth in embarrassment. Did his intonation just go up at the end? Oh man, Yaoyorozu must think he’s an absolute idiot.

“Okay?” Yaoyorozu sounded hesitant, “She specifically asked for me?”

“Um, yes?” God, he did it again.

“How does she even know me?” He slumped back down on the bed, hands now moving to cover his eyes and forehead. Well technically speaking, his mom asked for ‘someone he liked’ so….

“Well, my sister told her about you coming over last time and my mom just wanted to meet you–“

“Okay, it’d be my pleasure,” Yaoyorozu cut in, she sounded more propelled than she should and Todoroki swore there was excitement somewhere in her tone, “Sorry Todoroki…uh…I got to go now. I have so much work left, um…I’ll meet you at the hospital tomorrow at 5. Goodnights, sorry again.” And with that she hung up. Todoroki was left speechless, mind still spinning around what just happened.


               “I brought black tea, green tea, there’s even this special tea I got when I went to Britain,” Yaoyorozu fumbled inside her bag and Todoroki moved a chair beside her. His mother sat in front of the two, looking as if she had won the lottery. She seemed very fond of his companion, and his mother would send a knowing gaze to him once in a while. Todoroki tried to keep a straight face but he found the situation way too amusing. Throughout the visit, it was just Yaoyorozu and his mother chatting endlessly. The girl was poised like always, never exasperated and flustered. She acted with such class but never imposing, something he often admired. He knew his mother was indeed impressed.

               He’s got to thank Bakugou for filling in for him at work too, which was uncharacteristically nice of him. 

               “What a lovely lady,” his mother muttered as Todoroki exited the door, and he glanced over at Yaoyorozu who was standing out in the hall, straightening the light blue button-up shirt dress she was wearing. He nodded to his mother and he couldn’t help but reveal a charming grin. His mother answered with one of her own.

               “Next time I see her she better have a ring on her finger.”


              “Thanks for coming, Yaoyorozu.” 

              The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. It was dangerously sensual and they were walking so close in the busy streets of Kamino, she could almost feel his touch. 

              He reached over to grab her hand.

              “Could you come with me again?” She eyed their intertwining hands, face flushed, and noticed the serious expression that washed over him.

              Everything went silent. As they both took in the heat of the moment, it was then that they felt like they were alone in the crowd. 

Oil in Water

many thanks @summerpipedream for the commission! happy valentine’s day!!!

The sprawling opulence of the university grounds barely affected Sakura as she rushed across the campus, expression harried. She was late! Sakura spared the breath for a curse as she checked her watch again. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be late. This was her first class since the transfer; what sort of impression would she be making with this?

How was she to predict a massive fight between Sasuke and Naruto right before she had to leave?

(Then again, in hindsight, she should have planned for it. They were always fighting.)

Sakura ran up the stairs, nearly tripping over herself against the slippery material of the stairs. Was that marble?

Sakura shook her head, knowing she didn’t have time to think about it. She had to get to class!

“Sakura! There you are!” Ino called, grabbing Sakura’s arm and halting her frenzied progress.

“Ino?” Sakura said, looking her friend over incredulously. “What are you doing here? We’re supposed to be in class!”

Ino laughed, pulling out her phone and showing Sakura an email. “Professor cancelled class. Something about washing his dogs?”

“What kind of professor cancels class on the first day?” Sakura asked, grabbing the phone out of Ino’s hands.

Ino shrugged, unconcerned. “I guess Professor Hatake does. Anyway, there’s something even better! I thought it was a joke when I first came here, but no, it’s real. We have to go see it.”

“What are you talking about?” Sakura asked, even as Ino pulled her along down the corridor.

Ino shook her head. “Honestly I’m not even sure how to begin explaining it. It’s probably best if I just show you.”

Sakura quickened her pace despite herself, curiosity getting the better of her. What exactly had Ino heard about on her visit? Why hadn’t Sakura heard about it?

The sounds of giggles reached Sakura’s ears and the scent of…was that perfume? Perfume permeated the air, almost cloyingly sweet. Sakura’s eyes began to water and she valiantly fought against sneezing.

She failed.

“This is it,” Ino said, staring up at large white doors, gilded in gold.

“Seems a bit…much,” Sakura said.

Ino laughed, patting Sakura’s shoulder. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Ino pushed the door open and Sakura blinked at the sight that greeted her. Flowers abounded, probably the source of the perfume, and the room was filled with women. They flocked around the few men in the room and Sakura had to squint against their blinding smiles.

“Is this a seraglio?” Sakura asked, looking around wildly. The decorations, even by the standards of the prestigious university, were excessive and lavish. “Seriously, do these women even want to be here?”

“Why don’t you ask them for yourself?” someone said from behind Sakura.

Sakura jumped, turning to look at the speaker. He was tall and dark haired, elegantly aloof. Sakura peered up at him closely, before nodding decisively. He wasn’t a Uchiha.

Thank God for that. (She really couldn’t handle another overbearing, clingy Uchiha.)

He seemed a bit nonplussed by her nonreaction to him. “Ootori Kyoya, manager of this establishment.” He made a small, somehow patronizing bow in her direction.

“So you’re in charge of this seraglio?” Sakura asked, unimpressed.

“I believe the correct terminology is ‘reverse harem,’” he replied, gesturing to the six or so men in the room. “Which type is to your taste today?”

“What,” Sakura said, staring around in horror. It wasn’t a question. She could hear Ino cackling behind her.

“Mother!” a blond man called, latching onto Kyoya. “Mother who are these lovely women?” He took Ino’s hand, pressing a kiss to it. “Surely, they cannot be mere mortals, gracing us with their godly presence.”

“Mother?” Sakura asked, glancing askance to Kyoya and desperately attempting to ignore the theatrics.

Unfortunately, she drew the attention of the blond. Her hand was grasped gently between two of his own, as the man stared down at her amorously.

“I am Tamaki Suoh,” the blond said. “And who might you be, lovely?”

“Unimpressed,” Sakura replied.

Ino laughed as the man entered a flamboyantly depressed state. “Really, you’re going to have to up your game with Sakura. She’s been fielding this sort of behavior since high school.”

“High school you say?” Kyoya said, glancing at Ino with renewed interest. “Do go on.”

Sakura didn’t have a chance to prevent that embarrassing conversation from happening as arms suddenly latched onto her neck. Sakura was unable to stifle her automatic response, shifting her weight through her hips, gripping the assailant’s arm, and flipping her assailant over her head. She pinned him down, surprised to find herself staring into large doe eyes.

Sakura did not notice the way the room fell silent as all eyes turned to the spectacle she’d just made. She did, however, notice the heavy hand that came down on her shoulder.

She glanced up…and up and up into the stony face of another club member.

“It’s fine, Mori!” the boy…man beneath Sakura said, voice full of charm and cheer. He met Sakura’s eyes with a large smile. “I’m sorry for alarming you. You have wonderful form though.” His eyes were suddenly wise and assessing. “Jiu-jitsu, right? Makes perfect sense with your size.”

Sakura huffed a nervous laugh, offering him her hand. “So sorry about that. Really, I don’t know what came over me.”

“This place is a little overwhelming,” the tall man, Mori, said.

Sakura smiled up at him, grateful for the support.

“I’m Honey,” the short man said, all cutesy smiles. “Will you be my friend?”

Sakura flinched as a chorus of ‘aws’ filled the room. She looked around, surprised to find all eyes on them. “Uh…sure,” Sakura said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “Maybe we can spar sometime?” She missed his and Mori’s surprised looks. “I saw the way you took that hard fall; you were completely fine. What style do you study?”

“We dabble in different fields,” Honey said. “My family is…rather known for martial arts.”

Sakura began to ask for him to clarify that rather cryptic statement when a voice drawled, “Yes, yes, the Haninozuka family is quite interesting but back to a more important topic…”

“Us,” a similar voice finished.

Sakura turned, taking in the duo standing before her. They were twins, with red hair and gold eyes. They wore matching smirks as they looked her over, seeming to find her wanting.

“Let’s play the ‘Which one is Hikaru?’ game!” one of them exclaimed.

“C’mon pinky, tell me, which of us is Hikaru?” the other said, leaning in close.

Sakura shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Who are you two?”

“Ah, brother! How could she say such a cruel thing?” the first speaker said, turning into his twin’s embrace.

“Don’t worry brother,” he replied, caressing his twin’s cheek. “I know who you are.”

Again, the room was filled with wistful sighs as people looked on.

“What is this place?” Sakura muttered, beyond befuddled and questioning the sanity of everyone around her.

“It’s a host club,” came the calm reply to Sakura’s rhetorical question.

Sakura glanced to the side, surprised to see a brunette girl standing there. She wore the same uniform as the men so Sakura assumed that she worked here. The stranger wasn’t nearly as flashy as any of the others. In fact, she seemed…normal.

“Host club?” Sakura said, belatedly realizing that the woman was watching her expectantly.

“Yes, we entertain guests here with some…sometimes over the top flair. It comes from a place of love.” The woman smiled, offering Sakura her hand. “I’m Haruhi Fujioka, the ‘natural’ type.”

“What?” Sakura asked. “What’s a natural?”

Haruhi laughed, face flushing. “God, I suppose I’m starting to talk like them now. Everyone in the host club has a type assigned to them that they play into for the entertainment of our patrons.” She stopped, looking at Sakura’s expression. “I must sound like an idiot.”

“No,” Sakura said, waving her hands to dissuade Haruhi. “Not at all. While this is all a bit…overwhelming, your explanation makes it seem nice. You’re trying to spread joy to others.”

“Exactly,” Haruhi said, smiling slightly. It was a nice, easy smile and Sakura suddenly understood why she was called the “natural.” “Anyway, I could tell you were getting a bit uncomfortable. Would you like me to show you the exit? I can keep the others from interfering.” She looked around, smiling wryly. “They seem a bit preoccupied at the moment.

“Yes, please!” Sakura said, surveying the room. “My friend came here with me…”

Yet Ino was nowhere in sight.

“The blonde?” Haruhi asked. “She left about fifteen minutes ago after a conversation with Kyoya. She seemed rather satisfied. She was…cackling.”

“That sounds like Ino,” Sakura sighed, shaking her head.

Haruhi pulled aside a thick velvet curtain, revealing a smaller, less ostentatious door. “Here’s the exit.”

Sakura smiled up at Haruhi, relieved. “Thank you for all your help.”

“N-no problem,” Haruhi replied.

She watched as Sakura snuck out the door, hand pressed to her suddenly thumping heart.

“Interesting woman, isn’t she?”

Haruhi didn’t even jump, turning to look at Kyoya. “What are you planning?” she asked.

“The Yamanaka woman was quite helpful in shedding light on Haruno Sakura. Apparently, she has quite a following.”

“Kyoya,” Haruhi began, dread pooling in her stomach.

“Tamaki!” Kyoya called. “We’re getting a new recruit!” He looked down at Haruhi, smiling. “We need to expand our demographic after all.”

The Arrangement - Part 2

Title:  The Arrangement

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: Part 2 of 3

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: The arrangement between them had been working just fine until Quinn realized she wanted more.

Warnings: Some minor swearing

Author Note: The second part in The Arrangement. You can check out the first here. It’s been forever, I know. And I did have nearly all of this finished for some time now. But things just got in the way. There WILL be a third part coming, and I don’t mean in another 9 months from now lol.

Quinn smiled politely up at her date as they stood in line at her favourite cafe. Those kind brown eyes met hers and a sweet grin crossed his lips. He was handsome, with his dark brown hair longer on top and shorter on the sides. The leather jacket and motorcycle boots was a stark comparison of the caring man that had picked up her groceries when she ran smack dab into him outside the store. She liked the edge, though, especially the motorcycle he promised to take her out on one day.

Of course, that would mean their first date went smoothly, and it had only just started. But she hoped it went well, hoped that she would fall for those warm eyes like she had the startling blue pair she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

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High school mercymaker AU

  • Angela’s in all the STEM classes and a huge fucking nerd and lives and breathes biology and honestly like people dont even know how she functions. She is never seen without a cup of coffee
  • Amelie is on the competitive dance team. Satya is her best friend (also on the dance team) and Fareeha (basketball star honestly remember that spray? dunking three-pointers from above) is like come onnnn Angela pls come to their competition with me I want to see this girl Satya without making a fool of myself
  • “U will anyway you dork but I’ll go with”
  • This was a mistake. She sees Amelie on stage just killing it with these fluid movements and then they make eye contact once and she’s like. No. ohhhh no she’s cute
  • Fareeha’s like THATS GAY ANGELA GO TALK TO HER but angela’s already hiding in her oversized sweater
  • She’s tutoring some ppl in bio after school and then Amelie walks in needing some Tutoring Assistance and oh no suddenly Angela can’t remember how cellular respiration works and oh no suddenly Angela forgets how respiring actually works she’s not breathing someone has to ask if she’s ok for her to snap out of it and like. put air back into her lungs
  • So they begin talking or w/e and Angela’s rambling like an idiot about epigenetics or something or another and she realizes Amelie’s staring at her like oh god she probably sounds like an idiot maybe she should stop but what’s this why is Amelie grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her in and oh

bonus: hanzo is amelie’s other bff and they love to both sit and be edgy together listening to fancy classical music

extra bonus: gabe is the Edgy McEdge Boy in the drama department that goes out back and smokes a cigarette or something edgy but he lowkey looks out for all the kids

extra bonus 2.0 because i cant help myself:

highschool au where they’re both teachers and amelie is the competitive dance instructor and angela is a bio teacher and they bump into each other at some stupid pta lunch thing and all the drama ensues

  • jack is the principal and they have to sneak around with their relationship or else he’ll yell at them for being “unprofessional”
  • satya teaches all the higher-level math classes. “the probability of you and ms. lacroix being caught increases exponentially with time,” she warns, but angela just Doesnt Care and honestly amelie is the kind of person to be daring and brash in the faces of people that disapprove of their relationship so it’s probably more than exponentially at this point
  • fareeha’s the basketball coach and is always there to encourage angela to go get some, dammit


  • you can hear angela’s groans from 200 miles away whenever fareeha even opens her mouth
  • anyway in either situation theyre cute and happy and i love them
#1 Clayton Keller

can u do a clayton keller one where you two are best friends and very snarky and sarcastic with each other but it TURNS OUT that he actually has a huge crush on you and this is just how he flirts and you overhear him talking about it with a teammate and you’re just like ‘ooooohh so that’s what this has been’


song suggestion: Milk by the 1975

Originally posted by werenskiz

“Go get your daily coffee fix or I am not driving you home.”

“Because what else would I do in a coffee shop?” you rolled your eyes. It was way too early for this shit. For his shit. Sure, you could be a little grumpy in the mornings but that was not the lack of caffeine. That was you being woken up way too early because Clayton wanted you to meet him and chych after practice before you both road tripped it back up to Missouri. 

At least you went back to your normal self after a couple of hours, or, as clayton suggested, a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, Clayton had been stuck perpetually in sarcastic morning mode since that one time you’d dragged him out of bed for a spontaneous off-season road trip last year. You could deal, he was still your bestest friend in the world but he tended to get on your nerves so much more than usual. 

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Never Again

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Word count: 2218

Characters: Sirius x reader, James x sister!reader, Peter, Remus, Lily

Warnings: Reader getting drunk andd  doing silly stuff, pining.

Summary: James’ twin sister does not deal well with what she thinks are unrequited feelings for Sirius.

“Okay. I am so glad that term is over,” you announced, shoving your trunk into the luggage rack and then slumping into the seat opposite Sirius. “Honestly, it felt like the professors didn’t want us to get any sleep this month.”

“Well, if you didn’t leave all your essays to the last minute…” Remus suggested. You scowled at him.

“I like to have fun with my life, Remus. Unlike you.”

Sirius dipped his head, sniggering. You grinned triumphantly. “Speaking of, James and I are having a party a few days before New Year. You two are coming, of course.”

“Really? I didn’t know about this.” James, your twin brother, eyed you warily as he took the seat next to you. “Do our parents know?”

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stiles stilinski imagine // idk what the title should be so here you go

Summary: (Y/N) is new at BHHS. Her first lesson chemistry & her teacher was Mr. Harris. She hadn’t expected anything else but it hurt her a little when she realized that she was sitting alone. Only until a boy came late for class and realizing that only one seat was still available.

Characters: (Y/N) x reader , Stiles Stilinski,

Word Count: idk


‘There it is.’, you thought. You stand in front of the BHHS, not knowing what is going to happen throughout the years, not knowing where your first class is, not knowing anyone nor anything.

“Your locker is that one and your fist class is in this classroom.” The lady said as she circled some numbers out.
‘Thank you.’, you said politely even though you knew she wouldn’t care if you even said nothing.


You had trouble finding your first class but eventually you were sitting in the right one.
At one table in the third row. Alone.
You didn’t expect anything else because still, no one knew you but it was a little heartbreaking ‘cause none of your classmates found the interest in talking to you.

You lost your train of thoughts when the teacher yelled: “Stilinski! 5 minutes late!”
“Sorry!”, the apparent 'Stilinski’ mumbled while he almost fell in front of everyone.
“Wow” slipped out of your mouth while the pen you were holding glided out of your hand, falling at the ground causing him to look at you. You gazed at him; Into his gold/brown eyes that shimmered beautifully in the light, his messy brown hair & his scattered freckles around his face that were more than just cute. He was beautiful.
“Take a seat”.
Those words made you loose your train of thoughts again. You looked around, realizing that the only available seat in that room was next to you.
The beautiful boy took the seat.
“Huh? Oh, yea- umm… (Y/N).” You smiled a little, still embarrassed of your reaction of when you saw him.
“Cute name.” he smiled at you.
You blushed, causing him to laugh a little.
“Thanks.” You gazed at him again.
“So what is it about that look you gave me already 2 times in 5 minutes?” He smirked.
“uh- well.. i-i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He started laughing a little. “It’s ok you don’t have to answer.” He put his hand on your thigh to calm you down because you were obviously a little nervous, but before you could react he threw his hands in the air and said “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. That was stupid of me. I am stupi-”
“It’s ok. Don’t worry about it.” You grinned at him.
“I’m a jerk, I’m sorry. Are you new?”
“Yes. Yes I am new and I have no idea where my next classes are”
“Well, Miss 'I don’t know where my classes are’ would you give me the honor to take you to your next classes?”
You laughed “You’re weird, but I really like you”


The bell rang.
Stiles started packing his stuff into his backpack. You did the same.
“You have your next class with me on 2nd floor” Stiles said while he was leaning against the table in front of you & looking at your schedule.
“Oh, ok great.” You stood in front of him, looking at his beautiful eyes which were still looking at
your schedule.
He looked up.
You watched each other until he leaned in.
You did so too.
You felt his nose on yours until Mr. Harris interrupted. “Out of my class. Immediately.”
You two both said “Ok.” And ran off.
There was an awkward silence between you two as you were walking down the hallway.
“Hey Stiles!” you turned around to see who it was. A  boy with an uneven jawline.
“Hey man. What’s up?”
“Oh God I’m an idiot. (Y/N), Scott. Scott, (Y/N).”
You giggled.
“Nice to meet you” Scott said. “Hey I talked to Lydia and she finally wants to hang out with you!”
That sentence hit me ,so I started walking off.  
Wow. It’s my first day at this new school. Everything is going well, I start liking a boy who actually tried to kiss me and know I find out that he likes another girl?
“(Y/N), wait!” He started running towards me but I hadn’t stopped walking. Stiles had faced me. “Who is Lydia?” I sounded like a jealous girlfriend.
He was silent for a moment. “A girl I had been in love with since 3rd grade.”
“Well congratulations, now you have a date with her.” I stormed off.
Why am I like this?
I don’t even know him.
Why do I sound like a jealous girlfriend?
I asked myself all these questions but unfortunately, I had no answers for them.


Stiles POV

“Thanks, you just ruined everything.”
“Sorry man I-”
I ran off, not caring what my best friend had to say. There was something about her that I couldn’t explain.
I think I was falling for her. I knew that I had only known her for a couple of hours but that didn’t matter. “I have to find her.” I said to myself.
So I looked everywhere. At the lacrosse field, the girls dressing room, the girls toilets, the hallways & even our classroom. And now, I walked towards my car like I always do when I am frustrated or pissed.


I found myself laying on top of a Jeep Roscoe.
I heard footsteps coming closer so I got up to see who it was. Stiles.
I ran up to him and hugged him tightly.
“I am sorry I shouldn’t have reacted that way I mean I don’t even know you but still-” I talked so fast the whole time, “I like you so darn much I don’t even know how I can possibly like someone as much as I like you in only one day and-”
the next second I felt his lips on mine. My hands on his neck and my cheeks cupped in his hands.
We put our forehead at each other’s as we pulled apart.
“Did you know that that is my jeep?” He pointed at the blue vehicle I was lying on a moment ago.
I giggled.
“Not until now.”