gonna go wipe these tears out of my eyes

Too Much

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Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

Originally posted by smendesgifs


My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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Mixed Emotions

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2394

Author’s Note: I thought of the idea of this when I started re-watching teen wolf season three. I fucking love to write angst and fluff so this is what it is! Thank you to my babes, @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me <3


Originally posted by stilinskikissme


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Better.

Originally posted by imagine-warlock

A/N: This is for @torn-and-frayed. She asked for cuddles with Dean. In my head I was all “Imma write something so fluffy she’s gonna hate me!” And then this mess happened. I don’t even know guys, but I hope you like.

Warnings: Post-hunt down-in-the-dumps-very-sad-hates-herself-reader. Sads with a floofy finish.  No beta in sight (mistakes are all mine)

Words: Just over 1,000

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“Well today royally fucking sucked,” Dean groaned, walking into the room running a towel over his hair. “Where’s Sam?”

Staring off into space, you were vaguely aware of his presence, but his words weren’t registering. Your mind was going a million miles an hour. It was a constant loop of how you failed, how you let people die, how you were too slow and almost got Dean killed, how badly you just wanted to leave this fucking town behind you, over and over and over, until the only things you could feel was the too fast flutter of your heart, and the sting of unshed tears.

“Hey. Come on get out of that head of yours. Y/N, look at me.” he tenderly cupped your chin, and tilted your head back.

“I…what?” you blinked up at him, trying to clear the fuzziness from your brain.

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southsidesserpentroyalty  asked:

Herrow there friend ✋ I would love a fic where Betty has to figure out the best way to tell juggie she's pregnant with his baby and his reaction, I just feel it would be so cute!

I’ll give it a go!
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“No Ron, I mean.. maybe.. I don’t know. What if he doesn’t want this? We just got married last year and you know he’s got the new book coming out, and then what about me? Winter break is coming up so I’m trying to keep the morning sickness down so I don’t have to miss anymore work. This is a mess.” Tears gathered in the corners of Betty’s eyes as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

Veronica grabbed her best friends shaky hands, stroking her palms soothingly

“Listen to me. You are going to be an amazing mother, it’s normal for you to be worried, it’s scary but you’ll figure all of it out, you always do. As for Jughead? You both have incredibly stable jobs, he makes great money and you’re 25 years old. He loves you Betty and he’s going to love that little baby. And.. I’m gonna be a godmother, oh my god I can’t wait. I hope it’s a girl, I saw the cutest little pearl charm bracelet at Tiffanys the other day.” The raven haired beauty rambled, her brain already flying into auntie mode.

Betty couldn’t keep the small smile off of her face as she sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes
“A girl would be nice, but then… a little boy with Juggies eyes. Maybe my blonde hair.” Her hands fell to her still flat tummy, a wistful smile on her face as she daydreamed about her future baby.

Veronica placed a comforting hand on the beautiful mother to be’s shoulder
“See, it’s all gonna workout.” She whispered softly, her own eyes landing on Betty’s stomach as she grinned.

At that exact moment the front door swung open revealing a snowy Jughead carrying a brown paper bag filled with takeout food.
“Honey, I’m home.” He singsonged, walking into the living room, cheeks going red when he spotted Veronica tugging her coat on.

“Veronica, Betty didn’t tell me you’d be over.” He cast a glance at his wife, instantly stiffening when he saw her watery eyes and red nose “what’s the matter? What happened? Betty, baby? Why are you crying.” Jughead quickly dropped the bag of food on the ground and flew to the couch, squeezing next to Betty.

Veronica pulled her cape on with a flourish
“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll see you both at breakfast tomorrow. And remember B, I love you.” She blew a kiss and headed through the front door.

“Baby?” Jughead spoke again, drawing her green eyes back to his. “What is it? What’s going on?”

Betty tried desperately to hold back her tears but at the tender voice of her husband, the flood gates reopened.

It took Jughead all of one second to pull his wife into his arms, rubbing her back gently and whispering in her ear.

“It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I love you. I love you so much.”

She sobbed openly into his chest her hands splayed against his soft flannel shirt, she knew she was being dramatic but if anyone asked she was definitely blaming it on the hormones.

“I…, I don’t know how to tell you, I’m.. oh juggie”

Jughead pulled back slowly, cupping her face in his hands.
“You can tell me anything. I promise, I love you.”

With a shaky breath Betty finally spoke

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

It came out as a whisper, something so weak it didn’t even sound like her own voice.

Jugheads grip on her cheeks went slack, his hands falling to his sides with an audible thud, Betty nodded, looking down.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I know it’s scary, and maybe we aren’t ready, but I think we can do this. I think.. maybe we could be good parents, we’ve had a lot to learn. I don’t know how to tell you, I didn’t think you wanted one of those baby announcements and judging by your silence maybe you’d have preferred if I didn’t tell you at all. I get it, I…” Betty was cut off as she yelped, suddenly she was in the air, looking down as her husband beamed at her.

“A baby.” He whispered, the smile still etched on his face, his eyes fell to her stomach as he swung her in a circle “our baby. My baby.”

Betty nodded as Jughead fingers fisted the fabric of her shirt covering her stomach.
“Yeah. Our baby, your baby.” She was smiling now.

“Thankyou.” Jughead whispered, pressing his forehead against hers “Thankyou so much Betty.”

Betty felt a single tear fall from her eyes, this one was a happy tear.

“You’re welcome Jughead”

Suddenly he was pulling away from her.
“I’ve gotta call my dad.”

Betty’s eyes went wide
“No! I have to call my mom! If she hears we told your dad first she’ll kill me.”

Jughead had the cordless phone in his hand as he held it over his head.
“You snooze you lose.” He grinned

Betty pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and immediately pressed Alice’s speed dial, Jughead stuttered as he pressed the numbers on the phone.

“That’s what you get for not using modern technology.” She stuck her tongue out

“Hey mom…”

“Hey dad…”

The couple spoke at the same time, stating at each other with the goofiest smiles on their faces.

“We’re pregnant.”

One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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Timberly

A/N: This was inspired by a conversation that I had with @kamuithedragonlord and was partially written through a group chat with her, @cait-writes-stuff, and @hey-haylee.

Tim knew he messed up. He hadn’t planned on staying out this late. His phone had died and he had forgotten to check the time and now he was sneaking back into the manor at 3 am. He unlocked the door and took off his shoes before turning the knob and stepping in.

All the lights were off and there wasn’t a bat in sight, Timmy noted with a sigh. He was about to make his way to his room when the lights flicked on. Timmy turned with a groan to see Dick and Roy standing there in their suits with their arms crossed over their chests. Tim was especially chagrined to notice the mischievous gleam in the red haired archer’s eyes.

“Timberly Janice Drake, where have you been? We did not raise you to be a heathen, young lady.” Roy said in a high pitched imitation of a southern mom’s voice.

“What the fuck.” Tim said under his breath. It was entirely too late at night for this kind of conversation.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that.” Nightwing said in a stern voice. “Now you listen to me, young man. Did you do the drugs? Huh? Or was it the alcohol? As your parents, we have a right to know.”

“You guys aren’t my parents…” Tim said, eyeing the grown men standing before him.

“Who told you?” Roy said in a horrified tone. He turned to Dick. “I told you we should have sent him to a boarding school, but no you said. He should go to my alma mater. It will do him good.”

“Calm down, dear. We can still work this out. Timmy, just because you aren’t biologically ours doesn’t mean you aren’t our baby.” Dick crooned as he leaned forward and pinched one of Tim’s cheeks.

Tim batted Dick’s hand away. “You two are fucking weird. I am leaving.”

“It’s because we are gay, isn’t it? You just cannot stand the fact that you have two fathers who are still together after all these years so you act out to try and spite us.” Roy cried out.

“You two aren’t even together.” Tim retorted.

“Just because the divorce is final doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other and it sure as hell doesn’t mean we are going to let our baby ruin his life by running around with delinquents.” Dick explained.

Roy walked over to where Tim stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Timmy, dear are you gay? Were you sneaking out to see your boyfriend? It’s that Superboy isn’t it? It’s perfectly alright if you are, Timberly! We will love and support you no matter who you love.” He kissed Tim’s temple and held him close. Tim stiffened before pulling away from Roy.

“Conner and I are just friends, not that it is any of your information though.” Tim said as he started to back out of the room. “That’s what they all say at first, darling.” Roy said with a wink. “I thought your father and I were ‘Just friends’ too for a long while, but then I realized what nice ass he had…”

“Where do you think you are going, young man? Do you think this is over? Um, no, you still haven’t told us where you were.” Dick said as Tim reached the door.

“Out.” Tim replied as he tried to leave the room, only to be pulled back by Roy.

“Not good enough, baby boy. We need details.” He purred as he steered Tim towards the table. They all sat down before the interrogation began. Dick leaned forward and started asking rapid fire questions that Tim quickly answered.

“So what did you do?”

“Stuff.”

“Who’d you go with?”

“Friends.”

“You know Bruce isn’t going to be happy about this.”

“You know Babs probably isn’t going to appreciate you two pulling this shit again.”

“She’s recording it.”

“Fuck.”

“Language, young man. A few more words like that will earn you a bar of soap to the mouth.” Roy chimed in. “I blame that rock music. It just ruins so many good kids. You know Jason was a good kid. Then he listened to that My Chemical Romance and now he murders people.”

Tim groaned and set his head down on the table.

“Is he hungover? Does he look hungover to you?” Roy said, leaning in to look closely at Tim’s face.

“What horrible sins did I commit in a past life to warrant me being tortured by you two?” Tim whined against the table.

“I don’t know, honey. Maybe you didn’t pay your taxes? Got one too many parking tickets? Maybe you catcalled a chick on the street? Could be any number of things really.” Roy said, casting a side eye at Dick.

“That was one time and we weren’t even together.” He grumbled.

“You have had a wandering eye since the day you were born, Richard Grayson. Don’t even try and tell me otherwise.” Roy declared.

“Can I just go to bed now while you two work out whatever your relationship is?” Tim said as he stood up.

“Sit down!” Roy and Dick yelled simultaneously. Tim wordlessly sat down.

“My mother warned me about you, Dick. She said I shouldn’t marry you and that any kid I had with you was gonna turn out to be a jerk just like you.” Roy sniffled, wiping away his imaginary tears with a handkerchief he had pulled out of his belt.

“What on earth are you three doing in my kitchen at this hour?” All three turned to look. Alfred was standing there with a dressing gown and a disapproving frown.

“Just making sure that Timmy enjoyed his night out. We were just going to bed now though weren’t we?” Dick said, turning to the other two as they enthusiastically nodded.

“Thanks for saving the day, Alfred.” Tim said as he walked past the butler.

“No problem, Master Timothy. Neither Dick nor Roy were capable of raising a child so I felt the need to intervene.” Alfred said in a faux serious tone.

“Dude, Alfred’s your dad now. Sweet.” Roy leaned over and whispered. Tim just groaned and ran out. He could hear the laughter behind him, but he honestly didn’t even care at this point.

He entered his room and locked the door behind him. He flopped down on his bed and put his phone on the charger. As soon as it had enough charge, it lit up and showed he had one new text from Conner.

Congrats on the new dads.

Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
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Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
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I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.

Yet Another Ordinary Day
  • Keith: *casually walks into Allura's room*
  • Lance: *is still being hugged by Allura*
  • Lance: *splutters out wine* KEITH WTF
  • Keith: *grabs Lance, throws him over shoulder*
  • Keith: mind if I take him Space Mom
  • Allura: *finger guns* go get him my child
  • Lance: Space Mom nO DON'T DO THIS TO MEEE I'M NOT READYYYYYY
  • Keith: *casually walks out*
  • Shiro: *walks past them, sits down next to Allura*
  • Shiro: *smiles* kids
  • Allura: *wiping tear from eye* they grow up so fast
  • *in the distance*
  • Lance: HELP
Monster (Young Remus Lupin x reader)

A/N: the angst i’ve been longing to write has arrived,, idk how i feel about the ending but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

 Request: Could i request…I was wondering if you could do something just a few years out of hogwarts were remus and reader are together and reader starts asking remus about having children and he freaks out at the though and they end up fighting because reader is already pregnant and was hoping to tell him but now it’s all ruined..love your stuff, you mentioned something about angsty requests, I figured if you’d have it a fight might be nice. 

word count: 648 

warnings: aNgSt 

You and Remus have been sitting, legs intertwined, reading for hours. “Hey, Rem?” You close your book to look up at him. God, he’s so gorgeous. The way the light perfectly contours his face when it’s tilted down, like it is now; the way his hair falls in his face slightly; the way he absentmindedly licks his lips or scrunches up his nose as he reads; how could one man be so beautiful? 

 "Mm?“ He doesn’t even bother to glance up, which amuses you for some reason. He’s just so cute when he’s so engulfed in a novel, like that.

You can’t help but smile. “What d'you think about having kids?" 

His eyes flash up, scanning your face frantically. He’s got on this unreadable expression. "I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” is all he says. 

Your little grin has disappeared and you can feel your heart sink. “Why would I joke about something like that?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I just- you know that- I can’t really.. have… children,” He utters, his eyes still searching your face for something, though you don’t know what. 

You’re awfully confused now. “What do you mean?” You sit up and pull your legs up to your chest, getting visibly upset. 

He furrows his brows. “I thought it was obvious?” He sits up as well and mirrors you to an extent. You shake your head. “I don’t know if my- condition- is passed down by genetics or not. I mean-”

“Remus, you know that I’ve always wanted children, and you didn’t think this was worth mentioning?” You frown. You feel your chest tightening. “I don’t care if your ’condition’ is passed down by genetics or not!" 

He scoffs at you, "Well, unless you want little monsters popping out of you all willy-nilly, I think it’s a bad idea." 

 Your heart stops at the word, the obvious disgust he held behind it. 

Monster

You swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, "Okay, then.” Feeling tears forming in your eyes, you stand and hastily stumble into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You set yourself down on your bed and bury your head in your hands. Sobs wrack through your chest. 

You hear his soft footsteps and then a quiet knock. “Sweetheart?” His voice is infinitely gentler than it was before.

Monster

“Y/N?”

 Monster

“Can I come in?”

You don’t answer. The door opens and you feel the bed sink down beside you. “I’m sorry.” He moves his arm, about to wrap it around your waist. 

“Don’t, Remus. Don’t,” You snap, pulling away from him. “You said exactly what you meant." 

"No, I didn’t,” He says firmly. “You have to understand that the idea of having children terrifies me. What I meant was, I don’t want to bring someone into this world, knowing they’re gonna have to go through everything I have.” He places a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry." 

You pause for a moment before uttering, just above a whisper, "If I told you I was pregnant, would you love our child unconditionally?" 

 You feel him tense up next to you slightly. "Of course.” He kisses the top of your head. “Are you telling me you’re pregnant, though?”

 You close your eyes, letting another tear slip out, and nod. 

 "Y/N, please, stop crying,“ Remus cups your face in his hands and wipes away the drops sliding down your cheeks. "Honestly, you’re breaking my heart.” You let out a light giggle at this. “Yes, I’m nervous, but I promise you, I will love our baby with my entire heart; maybe even more than I love you,” He chuckles. “I’m just- I’m so sorry." 

You finally let him take you in his arms. The two of you lay down and he places his hand on your tummy, rubbing it every now and then. A strange little family.

Shy

Summary: You like Bucky but every time you try and talk to him he avoids you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none really

A/N: I should update my masterlist.



You remember when you first met James Barnes. You and Wanda were curled up on your bed watching Harry Potter when a knock on your door startled the both of you.

“Coming!” you shout, untangling yourself from Wanda.

You and Wanda weren’t a thing, just best friends. You two got along better than anyone at the tower. Tony still thinks there may be something going on between you two but nope. Just best friends. Plus she liked Vision and you never failed to tease her about it.

You pull the door open, revealing Steve and standing next to him was another guy. He was tall, his brown hair tucked behind his ears while a baseball cap covered the rest. He had broad shoulders which made him look intimidating but one glance to his beautiful blue eyes and you saw that he was no more than a lost puppy.

While you were busy taking in his features, Wanda had made her way next to you. “Who is this?” she questions as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“This is Bucky. He-”

“Bucky Barnes?” you cut him off as a smile spreads across your lips.

“Yeah.” Steve nods.

“No way.” you gasp. “Steve has said so much about you. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you stick your hand out for him to shake and he hesitantly takes your hand with his right one.

“Nice to meet you.” he nods, eyes avoiding yours.

And that’s how it’s been. Bucky never stayed in the same room with you long enough for you to talk to him and when he did, he’d make an excuse for him to leave.


You walk into the lounge, seeing everyone in there doing their own thing. Nat and Clint were arguing over who cheated on “Go Fish”. Tony and Bruce were talking about some science stuff which you didn’t understand at all. Wanda and Vision were talking - more like flirting with each other one one couch and Bucky, Steve, Same and Thor were discussing ways they could lift the mjolnir; Thor’s hammer, if you will.

You didn’t say anything, just walked up behind Wanda and wrapped your arms around her, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Hi lover.”

Wanda looked over her shoulder at you and smiled. “You finally came out of your room today.” she joked and you playfully roll your eyes. You release her from your hold and walk over to the boys on the opposite couch.

“Maybe you have to lift and turn at the same time?” Sam says, doing it with his hands for demonstration.

“I highly doubt you could even move my hammer an inch.” Thor snickers and Sam rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair ‘cause you’re a god.” Sam replied

Thor smiles. “The best god there is.”

You grin, making your way to Thor. “Thor!”

He looks up at you, standing up with an even bigger smile than before as he opens his arms for you. “Lady Y/N!”

He engulfs you in a hug, squeezing you tightly before falling back on the couch with you still in his arms.

“I missed you.” you mumble into his chest, causing him to chuckle.

“You saw my yesterday.” he replied and you wave your hand in front of his face.

You lift your head, making eye contact with Sam first, then Steve then Bucky. “Hey Sam. Steve.” you wave and they greet you back. Your eyes fall on Bucky who avoided looking at you.

He had been here for almost a year and never showed any interest in talking to you. It made you sad because you have a little crush on him. And by little you meant huge.

“Hi Bucky.” you finally say. He doesn’t look at you but waves which is better than him fully avoiding you. “How has your day been?” you press, hoping he’ll finally talk to you.

Bucky stands up, smoothing out his pants as he looked at Steve. “I’m gonna head over to the gym. I’ll see you later.”

He leaves without even glancing at you. You sulk, sinking back into Thor’s arms. As you stared at the wall in front of you, you didn’t notice that you started to cry until Steve pointed it out.

“Y/N are you crying?” he questions and you lift your hand to wipe under your eyes.

“He’s never gonna like me back, is he?” you whimper, curling up on Thor’s lap. He gently ran his fingers through your hair as you continued to cry silently before you stood up, wiping the tears away quickly. By now you had gained everyone’s attention. “Sorry, I’m just gonna head back into my room.”

“Y/N.” Wanda grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away.

“It’s fine Wanda. I just want to be alone, please.” you say politely, the tears refilling in your eyes as you say this.

Wanda hesitantly nods and lets go of your hand. You walk out of the lounge, getting inside the elevator and pressing your floor number. The downside was that you and Bucky were on the same floor but he said he was going to the gym so you should be just fine.

While you waited for the elevator to get to your floor, you got lost in your thoughts. Why did you even keep trying with Bucky? He’s made it obvious he doesn’t want to talk to you countless of times yet you keep trying.

Because you like him.

You shake your head right when the elevator doors open and exit, keeping your head down. I’m so stupid, you thought to yourself. On your way to your room you bumped into someone, hard.

“Sorry.” you murmur, looking up at the person.

Bucky.

His eyes show concern towards you and you immediately look back down at the floor. “Sorry.” you repeat.

You try and move away from Bucky, only to have him grab your hand. You turn back around, looking at him again. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you; studying your features and frowns. Bucky opens his mouth to say something but closes it soon after.

You finally pull your hand away from his, looking at him once more before rushing into your room. You make sure to lock the door behind you as you laid down on your bed, burying your face into your pillow while crying.


A/N: heyo how was this? part 2?

Just Forget the World

Summary: A story of firsts and a last

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Fluff, more fluff, angst?, a character death sorry

A/N: as per the request of @imhereforbvcky it’s a Sam fic and my first one so i mean you should always be nice but be nice

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Nightmares

Okay here it is. I got 2 requests one where the reader had nightmares and one with the readers first time. (Both with Elijah) I have never written smut besides this so please tell me what was good and what i should change. 

There’s about 1.5 k words in this and an overuse of the word “Baby”

Originally posted by klopehybridss


I have never run that fast. My eyes started watering just from me thinking what he could do to me. I ran even faster. The man’s expression didn’t change. He looked murderous. He wanted to kill me. I had to run for my life. I looked over my shoulder to see how far i had gotten, but i couldn’t see him. Before i even knew it i ran into him. I let out a scream struggling against him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME” i yelled, kicking and screaming to get away from my killer. “LET ME GO”

“I’m gonna kill you.” he said before extending his fangs, and digging into my neck.

I woke up screaming next to Elijah. He quickly got up and turned on the lights. I was breathing quickly, and there were tears streaming down my cheeks. I kept seeing the man following me.

“Y/N. Y/N. HEY HEY RELAX” Elijah yelled over my sobbing and screaming. He put his arm around my trembling body pulling me close to his body. “Hey tell me what happened” he said after i relaxed a little.

“I… i love you Elijah but i’m scared” i cried. I didn’t want to be scared of his vampire side. But what if he one day lost control. I didn’t know how to tell him. How should you tell someone you’re scared of something that’s a part of them. “What if you lose control.” i whispered.

“It could happen. But no matter what i would never hurt you” he whispered. I relaxed a little more. I noticed how we were now laying. Elijah was on his elbow while i was on my back. I leaned up and kissed him lightly, but before i knew it he had his hand behind my head bringing me in again.  

“Elijah…” i whispered but he caught me off with another kiss. I kissed him back rougher than before. I pushed him so i was on top of him. I straddled his waist and started kissing his neck.

“Y/N… Stop.” Elijah said when he realised it had gone too far. I was a virgin and i was actually really uncomfortable about anything regarding sex. Elijah knew i wanted to wait and he knew how i felt about it. He had been so kind telling me that he was fine waiting, and that he was totally okay with whatever i decided to do.


“Elijah i wanna do this” i whispered still slightly uncomfortable. I did and to have sex with Elijah, but i was scared. The man is 1000 years old, he had probably slept with countless of women, and done everything in the book. And here he is with a virgin who knows everything she knows sex ed and like two tumblr posts.

“You sure love. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do” he lifted his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my hear. I smiled knowing he meant what he said. He really did care for me. That alone made me decide i wanted Elijah to be my first time.

“I’m sure.” i said. Elijah flipped me over so that i was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his toned body. I had seen Elijah shirtless before but this was different. It was so intimate. I ran my hand from his shoulder to the waistband of his sweats. Before i could even think to pull them off him Elijah grabbed my hand stopping me. I was about to ask why he did it but when he pulled of my tank top making naked waist up i shut up. I brought my hands up trying to cover my breasts with my hands.

“Don’t. Y/N you are so beautiful you really don’t need to hide anything from me” he said pulling my arms away from my chest. He leaned down and kissed me before starting to kiss my jawline and neck. I moaned slightly when he sucked a hickey on my neck. I blushed embarrassed at the sounds he could get out of me. “Don’t be embarrassed baby” Elijah laughed before returning to my skin.

“I am though. I don’t know why.” i whispered heart flushing to my cheeks. I wanted to cry in that moment. I didn’t even know that having someone kiss my neck would feel good. I felt the tears burning in my eyes and i tried desperately to blink them away so that Elijah didn’t notice.

“Hey what’s wrong. Do you wanna stop” he asked getting up. I pulled the covers over my exposed body before replying.

“I don’t wanna stop it’s just… you have been with so many people and i don’t know… i feel like if we do this and i’m bad, you’ll leave” i said now there were tears streaming down my face. I knew Elijah wouldn’t do something like that, but a part of me was scared he was gonna be disappointed.

“Hey i’ll never leave, and i know you’re gonna be great. And yeah you don’t know anything but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you” he said the last part with a smirk on his face. I dropped the covers and pulled Elijah back on the bed. We started making out again and this time when he started kissing down my body i didn’t stop him. He placed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I moaned again and again i felt embarrassed but i didn’t stop him. Elijah started kissing further down my body until he reached the waistband of my nightshorts. He pulled them down revealing my black panties. He got up and pulled his own sweatpants off. I had never seen Elijah this exposed before.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he whispered while pulling down my panties. I smiled at his sweet words. Nobody could ever make me feel as good as Elijah did. He got up and pulled his own boxers off before reattaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back with passion.

“Elijah, please i’m ready” i whined when i felt his dick rub against me. I wanted him no matter how scared i was. Elijah grabbed my hand and kissed me but this time it was sweet and slow. I felt him at my entrance. He pushed t´just the tip in but i already felt tears in my eyes. It hurt so bad. I tried keeping the tears away but they surfaced.

“Baby do you want to stop” Elijah asked wiping the hears away from my face. I shook my head no and told him to keep going. I could see on him how much he hated hurting me. “Baby you’re hurting” he said trying to pull out again.

“Elijah it’s gonna hurt if we do it now or if we do it 100 years from now. Please” i whispered trying to hold back the tears and pretend like it didn’t hurt that much. He slid back in and this time without stopping.

“Are you okay baby. Tell me when to move” he sighed. The feeling confused me. It hurt but at the same time i felt a bit of pleasure. I nodded my head telling Elijah to move. The first time he did it hurt as much as the first time he entered me. He kept moving and after a while the pain disappeared and i started feeling pleasure. Only pleasure.

“Elijah” i moaned quietly. He smirked and leaned down to kiss my lips again.  I kept moaning his name feeling more confident. Elijah grabbed my legs and put them around his legs and the feeling got way more intense.

“Fuck” i moaned as Elijah picked up his pace. I only realised what i had said when he chuckled. I never curse. I rarely imagined this moment but the few times i did i never imagined cursing. I blushed and tried to hide my face.


“Don’t baby.” he said and pulled my arm away. He quickened his thrusts and i felt an unfamiliar built up in my stomach.

“Elijah” i said unsure of what was happening. He grabbed my hands before whispering in my ear.

“Let go baby.” he told me. I did as he said and felt unbelievable pleasure run through my body. Elijah came quickly after me. He rolled off me and pulled me closer to him. “Are you okay love” he asked and i nodded my head. I had never been more okay than in that moment.

BTS Reaction: When their s/o is bald (has alopecia)  and wears a wig to hide it [requested]

I am so sorry this reaction took so long, i have just been really busy.

Sorry for any errors.


Jin:

“Jin… Can I talk to you for a second?” you asked your boyfriend who was in the middle of preparing lunch for the two of you.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked as he sat besides you on the table.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a long time, and I think I finally have the guts to tell you.”

He looked at you with sudden concern. “What it is?”

“…I have alopecia… And I lost all my real hair… So I wear wigs now.” you finally said out loud.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then quickly closed it. His eyes moved to the top of your head, realizing it was actually a wig. Then he smiled at you, grabbing your hands and giving them a squeeze. “Thank you for telling me jagi.”

You looked back at him in a bit of shock. “You did hear me correctly, right, that I don’t have any hair?”

Jin stood up and kissed your head and went back to the counter to finish cooking.”Yes jagi, I heard you. I am just happy you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga:

His expression was impossible to read. The bomb you dropped on him caused little to no change in his face. It was as if revealing baldness was an every day thing for him that the topic was no longer a shock anymore.

“Yoongi, I really like you so I just wanted to tell you this before we got anymore serious. My whole wig this was a deal breaker before. I still have my insecurities over the whole thing, so I am just putting all this out there.” you rambled in attempts to fill up the silence.

Suga sat still in his comfortable spot in the corner of the couch and he looked at you with his sleep deprived eyes. “…Y/n I couldn’t care less about your hair.” he stated.

He lifted himself up and scooted to you until he was right next to you. “Y/n, I like you. I mean, I really, really like you. You could have a red wig, a blue wig, a pink wig, fuck, you could just have your scalp all tattooed up, I don’t care. All I care about is that you are happy and comfortable and we are both having a good time.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Rap monster:

“Y/n… Y/n, please open the door… Baby c’mon.” he begged as he knocked on the bathroom door.

“No!” you cried. Tears ran down your face and embarrassment burned in your cheeks. Your boyfriend caught you without your wig and and the only way you reacted was by locking the door in his face and breaking down.

“Y/n, I saw that you have wig, is that is about.” he said through the door. “… Baby, let’s just talk about this.” he insisted.

You cried whatever tears you had left and tried to steady your hands to put your wig in correctly. Your cheeks and eyes were puffy as you padded your face dry. “He was bound to find out sooner or later.” you said to yourself.

You let out a deep breath and opened the door. You were met by the logo of his t-shirt and refused to look up at him, you were still too ashamed.

“Baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“I have alopecia! I lost my hair, so I wear wigs now!” you blurted out.

“…Ok… Ok… Well now it makes since why you pushed me out of the bathroom.” he added in an awkward chuckle.

Again, you could feel your eyes getting watery and your face burning.

He stayed quiet and you knew from past confessions, that was never a good thing.

Suddenly his thumb wiped away the stray tear that trickled down your cheek and he lifted your face to look at him. “Baby, why are you crying again?”

“Because you’re gonna break up with me.” you whimpered.

 “What?!? No I’m not! I admit I’m a bit shocked, but I am not going to break up with you!”

“You’re not?”

His arms snaked around you, “Fuck no! Y/n your perfect with or without hair.”

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Jhope:

It was the first time you saw him so quiet. Immediately you regret telling him. You felt that ugly feeling in your gut as his eyes landed back on you. 

“Jagi, why are you crying?” he asked suddenly. 

“What?” instantly your hands began wiping your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you were crying and you could’t help but feel a bit more uncomfortable about this whole thing. 

He rushed up to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Y/n, I didn’t upset you did I?”

“I don’t know… you just, you didn’t say anything and i got nervous.” 

He pulled back so that he could get a good looks at you. Then he softly moved your hands away from your face. “Sweetie, don’t be upset.” he said with a warm smile. “This is no big deal. So you wear a wig, you are still my perfect jagi!”

Originally posted by jaayhope

V:

“So, you’re just losing it, losing your hair? There isn’t an exact reason? … And like there really isn’t any other way to deal with it other than your wig?” he said back to you, still taking in what you told him.

You nodded.

He had a look of deep thought plastered on his face. He was quiet as his eyebrows furrowed and you weren’t too sure how he was taking it all. This wasn’t the first time you had to have this conversation, so you expected the worst. 

“But you’re like okay, right?” he asked with concern. “Like you aren’t sick or you know like d-dying, right?”

“What? No! Tae, I am fine! Like I said, I just don’t have any hair, so I wear a wig now!” you said in frustration. Although this was something you came to terms with already, it was still a topic that was hard to talk about and it didn’t help that he did seem to be understanding what you were telling him.

Suddenly, his arms slapped your your shoulders and he held you tight. “Thank goodness!”

“So you aren’t freaked out?” you were a bit  thrown off by his reaction. “You aren’t going to break up with me?” you asked nervously.

“He pulled back. “What?!? No, of course not! Why would I do that?”

 You shrugged at him, avoiding his gaze.

He grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him, “Jagi, as long as you aren’t sick or hurt, I don’t care if you wear a wig or not.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin:

He looked upset as you displayed your other wigs in front of him.

“I just felt like now was finally the right time to tell you about my alopecia…” you concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” was his only question.

His question hit you hard. You though Jimin was different from other people, that he would be more accepting of something like this. 

“I-I … Just… I just wasn’t comfortable enough to tell you yet…” you said softly.

He ran his fingers through his hair and frowned at you. “So you don’t feel comfortable with me? I thought we established that we could come to each other about anything?”

“I do feel comfortable with you… It’s just… Before, this topic never ended well for me so-”

“But I’m not like other people! Y/n you could have told me this a long time ago! No matter what, my reaction would be the same.”

“But what exact is your reaction? The way you have been looking at me right now was the exact thing I was avoiding.” you said as you turned away from him.

He was quiet for a long time until you felt his body come up next to yours. “Ok, I realized I skipped a step here… Y/n look at me.” he said in a gentle tone.

You did so, seeing his softer expression.

“Baby, I love you so much! With or without hair, you are the one for me!” he smiled. “I-I just got a bit hurt over the fact that you thought I would react badly, that I just jumped on that instead of comforting you. I’m sorry.” he said placing a kiss on your lips. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook:

You sat in front of him without your wig for the first time. It was hard enough doing so and it didn’t help that he was staring back at you with the Jung-shook face he was so known for. 

“I wasn’t joking when I said I wore a wig.” you whimpered as you quickly put it back on.

Still he was looking at you in shock. and you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

You stood up from your seat on the couch. “If you want to break up, that is fine with me. I just want to go home now.” you said as you walked past him.

Immediately, your words snapped him back into reality. “Woah! Breakup?!? “ He jumped out of his seat and rushed to catch up to you. “Jagi, why would I break up with you?” 

You gathered the last of your things from the table by the door. “Because I don’t have any hair!” you reminded as you shoved your arm into your coat sleeve.

Jungkook squeezed past you and threw himself in front of the door to keep you from leaving. “So?!? That doesn’t mean I want to break up with you! Jagi, I love you, why would I leave you over a wig?!?”

Originally posted by nochuie

-Admin Boat

i named your eyes “forever” and “please don’t go”

Also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12097407/chapters/27424602

Their first week in the office had been fantastic. Ransom and Holster came into the office and were sat down with all the paperwork, had two days of training with the rest of the incoming new graduates, and settled in to befriend every single person in the company that had a Facebook account, which was everyone. Even sweet old Imelda, the janitor from Guanajuato, Mexico, was added. They got along swimmingly with everybody, naturally.

The work was new and different, with Ransom and Holster learning still learning the ropes to managing their respective projects, when Dhivya from HR came around to Ransom’s desk.

“Justin can you step into my office real quick?”

“Sure thing. Now?”

“Yup, and bring your IDs with you please.”

That’s odd. Holster shot Ransom a questioning glance, but Ransom didn’t know any better. He shrugged and made a face, and went after Dhivya.

A half hour later found Ransom sitting down at his seat next to Holster, looking very shaken. Holster recognized the look Ransom was giving and exclaimed, “Holy shit, that is coral bleaching. Do we need to go somewhere? Not sure if we can handle a full blown coral reed mode right here.”

“No need… maybe… yes?” Ransom croaked, unsure.

“Ok, we’re going on an early lunch break. Jackie,” Holster turned to the other new hire at their shared open desk, “If anyone asks, we went for an early lunch break.”

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Ticklish

Warning/s: none

Requested

I was walking around camp looking for Peter. I’m going to ask him where I can get clothes because almost all my clothes are either dirty or filled with holes due to the games I played with the lost boys and all the hunting we’ve been doing. I spotted Peter near the camp fire, talking to Felix. I slowly walked over to them.

“Uhm.” I coughed awkwardly.

Peter looked at me and shooed Felix away.

“Y/N. What do you want?” Peter asked.

“Uhm. Can I have ugh a.. Do you have extra clothes you think maybe I can borrow?”  I asked.

Peter chuckled at my awkwardness and motioned for me to follow him to his tree house.

When we were in his tree house he pointed to his cabinet.

“Find something that fits you.” He said pointing at the cloaks hanging there.

I nodded and began shifting through the clothes when I felt something brushed my neck.

I yelped and turned to look Peter who was looking at me with an amused expression.

“You had something.” He pointed out. I nodded in response.

“I didn’t know you where ticklish.” He smirked.

“What?! I-I’m not!” I denied.

 “Really?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“So you wouldn’t feel anything if I do this..” Peter poked my side and I jumped when he did.

“See. You ARE ticklish.” Peter teased.

“So? What if I am?” I frowned at him.

Peter made a look and I widened my eyes in horror.

“No!” I shouted.

“What?” Peter asked, innocently, while walking slowly to me.

I started speed walking to the door when I felt myself being lifted up and getting thrown to Peter’s bed.

“No, no please.” I begged when Peter started tickling me. He poked my sides, going for my underarms and then my feet.

“Please STOP! I’m gonna pee!” I managed to shout out between my laughter.

Peter stopped and I sat up, wiping tears under my eyes.

Peter smiled at me cheekily.

“Now I know how to make you laugh whenever you’re sad.”

I rolled my eyes at him and started walking to the door.

“You’re so mean.” I whispered to myself.

Before I can completely exit the tree house, I heard him chuckling to himself.




Requests are OPEN

Say You Won’t Let Go - Cheryl Blossom

Anonymous said:

could you do a cheryl blossom x reader to the song ‘say you wont let go’ by james arthur?

Originally posted by namiiswan

Slight underage drinking and short storyline (sorry). This kinda turned sad, but it uses some lyrics and messages from the song.


You struggled to catch your breath as you rushed up the steps to the Blossom’s mansion. You knocked on the door, softly at first; but when no one answered, you pushed opened the door. The front part of the large house was filled with a bulk of Riverdale’s police department. You looked around, searching for the familiar face of Cheryl. Instead you locked eyes with a distraught Mrs. Blossom. You walked towards her, carefully taking her bony hands in yours. She looked up at you and in her eyes you saw fear, anger, and complete loss.

“Do you mind if I wait with you?” She shook her head at your offer and you sat beside her on the fancy couch. You gave her hand a comforting squeeze, but you knew it wouldn’t do much. Since you had started dating Cheryl, you knew how cold and distant her mother could be. You couldn’t imagine what was going through her head now. You followed her gaze to the dining room door where, you assumed, Sheriff Keller was questioning Cheryl.

You waited beside Mrs. Blossom for two hours, in complete silence. Finally, the door opened and Cheryl walked out, holding her head as high as possible. You stood alongside Mrs. Blossom, letting go of her chilled hand. You walked over to your girlfriend with open arms. Cheryl promptly fell into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer to your chest. You both stood there in a quiet moment, as a police officer beckoned Mrs. Blossom into the dining room for questioning. The once tall mansion stood sadly in the aftermath of Jason, and Mr. Blossom’s, death. Cheryl pulled away a little while after and you caught a glimpse of her eyes; the look in them mirrored the same one of her mother’s.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she murmured, grabbing your hand to lead you up the staircase. You followed her closely behind, without a word. You had no idea on what to say. When you reached her bedroom door, she let go of your hand to push it open. As she walked inside, she glanced over her shoulder. As her ruby colored hair bounced around her neck, you flash back to the first time she invited you up to her room. You were both slightly drunk, on vodka mixed with possibilities. Nothing really scandalous had occurred that night, but in those hours you knew you loved her. Since then, you’d been by her side, never letting go of her.  

Her hand found yours once more, pulling you out of the soft memory.  You both collapsed on her eve softer sheets and cuddled close. Cheryl tucked her head under your chin, trying to be as small as possible. You granted her that wish as you wrapped your arm securely around her waist.

“Thank you for being here,” she whispered and you placed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry that my family is like this,” she added sadly, “I hope someday you’ll find someone better for you than me.” You pulled away slightly at her words, meeting her sad brown eyes.

“What are you talking about Cher?” You tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, “you’re the only one for me. I’m gonna love you till I’m fat and old.” This brought a soft smile to her face, but it quickly faded from your view.

“Till my lungs give out,” you added, “it’s just you and me from here on out. I promise. As long as you won’t let go.” You caressed her the smooth skin of her cheek, wiping a tear that had spilled over. You leaned back down, looking into her face.

“I won’t,” she whispered and you gave her a smile. She moved closer to you, pressing a weak kiss to your jaw. In that moment, with her voice faltering, it was easy to tell just how tired she was. Tired of her family’s drama and the loss it brought to her, tired of Riverdale.

“Just rest now, okay? I’ll be here in the morning.” She nodded against you and you felt her shoulders relax in your warmth. You could tell by her breathing however, she was keeping herself awake. You brushed your finger soothingly through her red locks, wishing to brush her troubles away.

“Do you ever think about that night?” Despite the vagueness of the question, you knew exactly what night Cheryl was speaking of.

“All the time,” you whispered back, “it makes me feel lucky.” Cheryl shifted a little under your hold, getting more comfortable.

“After all of this, you still consider meeting me ‘lucky’?” You let out a chuckle and shook your head at her words.

“Of course,” you answered. “You’ll never know how loved you make me feel, how happy. I see my whole future with you.” You hoped your words would bring her solace, cheer her up. You had told her this before, how much you loved her; but you felt as if she needed to hear it once more. Especially with all that had happened.

“What’s that future like,” Cheryl asked sleepily. You smiled against her forehead as you drifted into the fantasy.

“House and kids, a family with you. I’ll make breakfast for you and the kids, walk them off to school. By breakfast I mean getting out the cereal and making toast, you know the extent of my cooking skills.” Cheryl let out a soft giggle at your words, but you could tell she was growing more tired as you spoke.

“We’ll be those hip parents too. Embarrass the kids when they have friends over. You’ll scold me when I become too much though. And we’ll tell them about the night we met and everything after that. There will be good after this Cheryl, believe me.” The girl nodded lazily against your chest, pressing her face to your neck as she did.

“I believe you,” she whispered as she faded off into sleep. You held her gently, arm still around her waist. You remembered all the times the position was flipped and it was you in Cheryl’s arms. You could only hope she felt as comforted by your arms as you felt in hers on those nights. She deserved better than what life had dealt her thus far; and hopefully you’d be the one to show her the goodness life still had to offer.

Two Ghosts

Harry Styles X Reader

A/N: this was not requested but i just absolutely adore Harry and his new album and this song was one of my favorites so I thought I would write about it! Tell me what you think and if I should do some more fics for other people other than Josh and Tyler!!!

Warnings: nothing really, but is a little angsty

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Unwanted Love: Part 4

A/N: I’m sorry I broke your heart in the last chapter. I’m apologizing now before you read because it’s about to break even more!

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Face Off

Eve

Callie and I spend the rest of the day and most of the evening watching movies. She didn’t try to ask more details about Alex. I think she realized opening that wound was something I had no intention of doing and she felt bad for even bringing it up. I was thankful for the silence.

Callie decides to go out for dinner with some friends. She invites me, but I decline. I need to be alone. I need to deal with the emotions taking over my heart. I thought that I was over him, that I had moved on, but sharing that with Callie brought up old feelings.

I sit on my bed, pulling out the old photograph, tears forming in my eyes. Callie poked her head in and I quickly wiped my eyes. Dressed in grey skinny jeans and a white crop top, she made her way over to my bed, sitting on the edge. She brings her hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “You gonna be okay, Eve? I can stay home.” Her voice held a sad tone.

I shake my head at her. “I’ll be fine. I never talked about that and I think I just need to be alone. Go out, have fun with your friends.” I offer her a small smile. She stands and makes her way towards the door. “Don’t drink too much tonight.” She turns around with a huge smile on her face and winks at me before walking out.

I sit there for a while, staring at the happy couple in front of me. Tears stinging my eyes, I don’t wipe them away this time, wanting to let them all out. Four years ago, I swore I wouldn’t shed a tear for him, for the boy who shattered my heart. Today, I was that heartbroken girl that hid her feelings for way too long. I flick the corner of the photograph, flipping it over to read the message I wrote on the back, ‘love you times infinity’.

I never got the chance to tell him. I’m not sure if he even knew.

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Would you be into writing a part 2 to the shikamaru angst? BTW I love your writing and your blog! 💙💙💙

So I thought about whether to post this for the longest time this evening. I legitimately stared at my laptop screen for a good twenty minutes before deciding ‘fuck it’ and uploading. I really hope some of you like this. I feel like it was hyped up so it might suck. I am completely prepared to do a part 3.

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You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly as you made your way through the busy Konoha streets. You kept your head down as you made your way home, not wanting anyone to see your tear stained face.

“Y/N!” A voice called and you stopped suddenly.

Crap.

“Hey,” You smiled slightly.

“You look like shit.“ 

"Thanks, Ino.” You mumbled, trying to brush away the tears that continued to fall from your eyes.

“What did he do?" 

"What?” You were surprised, how did she know?

“I know it had to be Shikamaru, you don’t cry over much else.” Ino pulled you into a comforting hug and you hugged her back, a choked sob escaping your lips.

“He doesn’t care anymore, Ino. I think him and Temari are-”

“You are joking, Y/N?” Ino pulled back from the hug, holding your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“No,” You sniffled, wiping your eyes, “He answered her call when we were…” You trailed off, this was embarrassing.

“That doesn’t mean anything you know. He’s such a jerk, wait until I talk to him.” Ino rambled, and you immediately felt guilty. 

“Don’t bother, Ino. I’m just gonna go home. See you later,” You pulled out of her grasp and continued back towards your house, keeping your head down so people couldn’t see your tear-stained face.


Shikamaru groaned as he heard a harsh knocking at his front door, recognising the voice that was screeching his name.

“Ino, if my mother see’s you’ve damaged the wood from your knocking she’ll kill me.” Shikamaru muttered whilst opening the door.

“Well, she’ll have to get in line. I can’t believe you’ve made Y/N so upset.” Ino glared towards her team-mate, stepping towards him slightly.

“It was just a misunderstanding.” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Does Y/N know that? Why do you always do stupid stuff to mess things up?" 

Shikamaru ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"Ino, I have to go. I’m meeting Temari at the front gates in an hour for our mission.”

“Since when?” Ino demanded, glaring at her team-mate.

“Since she called me.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Ino shifted her weight onto her left leg, placing a hand on her hip.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Shikamaru. I just saw Y/N, she’s in tears because she thinks there is something going on with you and Temari.”

“What?” Shikamaru groaned, this must be a big joke. It was far too troublesome.

“You heard,” Ino shoved Shikamaru’s shoulder back slightly, “Do you want to lose her, Shikamaru? Really.”

“Ugh. This is such a drag. Tsunade set the mission, not me.”

“Then lose her, it’s your choice.” Ino shot Shikamaru a final glare before turning on her heels and stomping away.


“Something bothering you?” Temari’s voice rang in his ears as he turned to face the slightly taller kunochi. 

Shikamaru slowed down so she could join him as they made their way towards the village gates, the mission already feeling like a drag. It was only supposed to be a short one, Tsunade seemed to send them on a lot of missions together when Temari was visiting the village, obviously taking full advantage of having her available while she was here.

“Ugh, not you too.” Shikamaru ran a hand over his hair in frustration, this was becoming far too troublesome.

“What’s the problem?” Temari asked with a smirk on her face.

“Nothing, let’s just go.” Shikamaru slung his backpack over his shoulder and made to walk through the village gates, Temari running to catch up with him in confusion.


“Are you going to tell me what the problem is?” Temari rested her chin on her hand as she watched Shikamaru prod at the fire violently.

“There’s no problem.” He muttered in response, eyes boring into the fire.

“Sure there isn’t.” Temari replied with a smirk, “You think I can’t read you, Shikamaru.”

“Why are women so troublesome?” Shikamaru groaned in response, sitting across from Temari.

“So there is a problem. Is it Y/N?”

Shikamaru sat silently for a moment, wondering whether to even bother explaining what had happened to Temari when she was somewhat involved. Chewing the inside of his mouth slightly he decided that it couldn’t be much worse and he divulged everything to his mission partner, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“And you didn’t go after her?” Temari raised her eyebrow at the young Nara boy, who just shook his head.

“Shikamaru, you’re a fucking idiot.” Temari caught him off-guard by hitting the back of his head.

“Now Y/N probably thinks you’re cheating on her with me.” Temari rolled her eyes.

“Why would she even think that?”

“For a genius, you’re pretty slow. Imagine Y/N doing the same thing you’ve done but with Kiba? Imagine her answering the phone during sex to him.”

Shikamaru stopped for a moment, the thoughts flooding his mind. He would definitely not be pleased.

“You get it now? Even a little bit?”

Shikamaru ran a hand over his face in frustration, muttering a curse word before sighing.

“Yep. You better hope when we get back you haven’t fucked it up.”


You tortured yourself by looking through the camera roll on your phone, looking through the various pictures of you and Shikamaru together. Almost smiling at how non-compliant he looked in some, his brows furrowed and his face hiding in your neck from the camera. He was due back from his mission any day now, not that you expected him to come and see you. Generally when he returned from missions he reported back to Tsunade and then went home to sleep as long as he could before Yoshino forced him up. It was usually on you to go and see him after missions, to make sure he was okay and everything went to plan.

Jumping slightly as your phone began to vibrate in your hands, noticing the photo on the screen, you unlocked it.

“Hey, Ino” You muttered quietly.

“Don’t tell me you’re still in bed." 

"No,” You lied. You’d been held up in your room the past few days, replaying the last time you’d seen Shikamaru in your head. You were passed caring at this point, you knew it was selfish and you shouldn’t have expected him to not go on the mission, but you did think he might at least visit you before going.

“He does love you, you know. He’d be stupid not to.” His words were sincere and they made your heart twinge.

“Yeah, but I’m wondering if that’s enough.” You whispered, fresh tears threatened to slip from your eyes but you tried to hold them back.

“Shikamaru got back today-”

“I don’t care.” You mumbled stubbornly.

“Y/N-” Ino tried to continue but you had already reached for the ‘end call’ button, flipping the phone down onto your bed and burying yourself back in your comforter, intent on spending the rest of your day here.


An incessant knocking woke you from your afternoon nap. You’d been struggling to sleep recently and your body had seemed to have passed out from pure exhaustion. You squinted to try and read the time on your bedside clock. Attempting to flatten out your hair you made your way downstairs to the front door where someone was still knocking repeatedly. You looked at your reflection in the full length mirror in your hallway, noting how your hair was frizzy and your eyes were slightly bloodshot. You feebly tried to pull your pyjama shorts down to cover more of your legs as you made your way to open the door. 

You paused in shock as you saw Shikamaru staring back at you, he looked slightly tired with bags under his eyes and he had a few scratches along his cheek but apart from that he looked perfect. Your eyes immediately directed towards the ground as you shuffled from one leg to the other, instantly self-conscious of your appearance.

“You look tired,” Shikamaru stated bluntly, the way his eyes seemed to be analysing your appearance irritated you and this caused you to try and slam your door in his face. You didn’t need this, not now.

“Hey, Y/N. Wait.” Shikamaru put his hand on your front door, making sure you couldn’t close it on him. When you pulled it back you noticed how he put his foot in your doorway, obviously in case you tried to close it again.

You leaned against your door frame and crossed your arms against your chest, trying to avoid eye contact with him, scared that you might once again be reduced to tears and you weren’t that weak.

“Are you still angry at me?”

“You’re a genius, Shikamaru. You work it out.” You winced internally at how harsh you sounded, but you were angry. Shikamaru’s face stayed stoic as his eyes tried to meet your own gaze.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Do you even understand what you’re sorry for?”

“For answering the call to Temari, for not spending enough time with you.” Shikamaru paused for a moment.

“It took me a while to realise, but I haven’t been putting you first.”

“Oh, but you put Temari first.” You sounded like a jealous girlfriend, but you couldn’t help it before the words had slipped from your lips.

“I don’t understand why you’d ever think I liked Temari." 

"You spend a hell of a lot of time with her-”

“For missions, training. It’s nothing more. Tsunade seems to think we work well together, and we do. But I don’t feel anything for her, like I feel for you.” You could tell this was an awkward conversation for Shikamaru to have, he was not used to sharing his feelings so blatantly and the pink blush on his cheeks showed this.

“You were so understanding about it, and all the time I spend at work and on missions and I guess I just assumed that you were okay with it. I didn’t stop to think of how you might be feeling.”

“I know you can’t cancel your missions for me, Shikamaru. I wouldn’t expect you to. But I thought you might come and find me before you left. I don’t know why I expected it..” 

Anger was evident in your voice as your lower lip trembled. Tears now began to slip down your cheeks and you cursed internally, you weren’t usually this weak but this was exactly what Shikamaru had done to you.

“I’m sorry, I messed up. I didn’t appreciate you enough, and I’m sorry for that too.” Shikamaru stepped closer to you hesitantly, probably afraid you might take a swing at him or attempt to shut the door in his face once more.

“I could never even think about liking Temari, not when I have you. You mean more to me than anything, and I screwed up.”

One of Shikamaru’s arms flung over your shoulders, pulling you towards his chest in a tight hug. His arm held your neck as he buried his nose in your slightly greasy hair, not that he seemed to mind. Your fingers reached out and clung to the front of his jacket, tears soaking the fabric. Shikamaru’s free arm rubbed soothing circles along your back as his lips kissed the top of your head gently.

“Can I come in?” He whispered gently.

You nodded slowly as you used the sleeve of your jumper to wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks, trying to dry your eyes. You allowed Shikamaru to guide you back inside your house, closing your front door behind him as he slipped his shoes off. His arm still holding you as he made his way to your bedroom with you. 

Shikamaru watched you as you climbed into your bed slowly, pulling the sheets around your body. He removed his jacket and flung it over the back of your desk chair before tugging his shirt over his head and laying it on top of his jacket. He pulled off his trousers and left them where they fell on your bedroom floor as he climbed under the covers beside you, scooping you up into his arms gently. You had missed the feeling of his touch as you wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head into his naked chest, cherishing his scent. Shikamaru’s own arms held you tightly to him, his fingers trailing random patterns along your clothed back. 

“I love you,” You mumbled into his chest, kissing it softly.

“I love you more,” He replied cheekily as you squeezed him tightly, not wanting this moment to end. It had been so long since you were both able to be together like this.

“Did you have any plans for today?” You were almost afraid to ask, but you wanted to know.

“No, I thought we could spend the day together.” His fingers still tracing patterns along your back.

“I hope no one tries to contact you,” You groaned, half joking.

“I turned my phone off.”  You could hear the smirk in Shikamaru’s voice without even looking at his face, “Just in case.”

He definitely wasn’t making that mistake twice.

“I thought you’d make me grovel more,” Shikamaru absentmindedly stroked his fingers. along your arm.

“Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t finished yet.”