he's writing her words as she goes

- Draco scrubs the skin on his arm viciously every time he showers. The skin is always red and marked by scratches. He tries so hard to get the mark off of him. He wants to feel clean again.
- George can’t look in the mirror anymore. Not without remembering Fred. He smashes all mirrors in their home. He cuts his hair, he dyes it.
- Neville sees Nagini in his dreams. But in his dreams it reaches Ron and Hermione before he does.
- Harry has multiple wands all around his house hidden in places that only he knows. Beneath his pillow, beneath his bed, under the couch. Just in case.
- Hermione’s boggart is no longer failure.
- Draco and Blaise are afraid of fire.
- Someone accidentally calls George “Fred” once. No one knows who starts crying first.
- Headmistress Miverna Mcgonagall is fierce, powerful and kind. All first years are intimidated and amazed, she seems untouchable. However some nights she roams the school hallways and remembers every student she lost, every life that got taken away too soon, every soul that left them too early.
- Harry suddenly can’t stay in very small rooms. He feels trapped, his throat starts convulsing and his eyes sting.
- Hagrid still feels the weight of what he thought was Harry’s corpse in his hands. It haunts him.
- Hermione, Ron and Harry had gotten so used to spending months having one small meal per day that sometimes they forget they’re supposed to eat.
- Harry rolls in his sleep once and hits his forehead against the night stand on accident, when he wakes up with pain on his forehead his heart sinks and his whole body freezes. It isn’t until he sees the bruise that he’s able to calm down. Because Voldemort isn’t back.
- Ron dreams that he’s back in their tent, traveling and hiding, he’s changing the radio stations and he hears Ginny’s names as one of the victims.
- Molly always has “where’s Fred?” on the tip of her tongue, at all times.
- Harry spends the year post-war discovering who he is, what he loves, other than the Boy-who-lived and the Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. Because there are things he never had time to think about, never had time to experiment, never had time to experience. Sometimes he wonders if coming back had been the right choice, because it hurt so bad on some days that he couldn’t take it.
- When Teddy is sad or scared and he’s crying, Harry tells him stories and shows him pictures of his parents, it’s then and only then that he calms down and his hair goes back to normal.
- Harry pulls back to himself when the date of his death nears every year, his friends do everything in their power to bring him out of it.
- Draco and Harry have talks about the war some nights, both saw what Voldemort was capable of, Harry in his dreams, Draco in his home. Both understand.
- Luna is quirkier and weirder than ever before. She always does everything in her power to lighten up the mood in the room when the silence is bitter and mournful. It’s like she can’t stop shifting and smiling and nervously twitching and saying random facts about things no one has heard of before. Everyone knows it’s her way of coping, of staying positive. So no one minds. It’s comforting.
- Harry gets the sudden desire to travel all over the world. Sometimes Ron and Hermione come with him, others he goes alone, once Neville joins him. Draco does too.
- Draco starts writing, he writes thousands of words on some nights and none on others. He’s good at it, too.
- Harry always, without fail, looks for Sirius’ constellation. He visits his grave too, tells him how things are going in his life, how he’s coping, how he isn’t.
- Hermione getting a tattoo of blooming pastel flowers on top of her “mudblood” scar, because she’s alive, many her friends are alive and she wants to remember that.

And maybe not all is well, maybe they have scars time cannot erase, but they’re together, their hearts are still beating, so it’ll be okay. They’re going to be okay.

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.

Bughead moments...

There was so much content in this episode:

That opening scene!

  • The way they are hanging out in her room before breakfast
  • Betty once again confiding in Jughead and him assuring her that she did nothing wrong
  • Jughead’s little “come here” and his freaking smile
  • Betty cupping his face
  • Jughead’s hand on her leg!
  • Betty’s angry face as her mom interupts 
  • The way that Alice Cooper is so incredibly chill with Jughead. She hates all of Betty’s friends, but doesn’t blink an eye when she so obviously interrupts them kissing
  • Alice not being afraid to talk in front of Jughead, it’s almost like she’s already treating his as one of the family

The break room scene

  • The way that Jughead settles next to Betty on the chair even though that room is filled with furniture.
  • Betty immediatly leaning up against him
  • I love seeing that they are so comfortable with each other in front of their friends

Confronting Cheryl scene

  • Couple power walk
  • Betty looking to Jughead for support and his little nod
  • The way that Jughead watches her, he is so proud of how she stands up for herself and her sister
  • Their multiple glances throughout the entire conversation. They always seem to say so much without any words.
  • Jughead’s intense “CHERYL” when she teases about not giving the message. Protective boyfriend mode activated.
  • Jughead putting his arm around Betty and nodding as if to say “It’s all going to be okay.”

The Hug scene

  • Oh my god this entire scene
  • Betty once again choosing Jughead as the person who she confides in about her family and all of the craziness
  • Jughead trying to use sarcasm to lighten the mood and calm Betty down (as he has successfully done in the past…”we’re all crazy”) But immediatly getting serious when he realizes that isn’t going to work this time
  • Jughead’s look of alarm when Betty talks about the Coopers not existing anymore
  • JUGHEAD’S MONOLOGUE TELLING BETTY TO NOT GIVE UP. Have you ever heard something more beautiful?
  • How his voice gets so strong when he talks about her being stronger than all of the white noise
  • The way his voice breaks when he says “Don’t let go”. He might be thinking about his own family and how his mom let go and how he wasn’t able to keep them together. He doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Betty and he knows that she is strong enough to stop it.
  • That collar grab!!! That killed me.
  • Betty taking Jughead’s words to heart and assuring him that she won’t let go.
  • The hug! How Betty holds him so tightly and how he reaches one hand up to hold her head.

The Mama Cooper Scene

  • First of all, I just love how Betty brings Jughead with her for support wherever she goes. 
  • The fact that Jughead has now been in the Cooper’s house at least 4 times that we have seen.
  • Jughead inviting her mom to write at the Blue and Gold…oh my god. Betty looked to him to ask, so was he the one who came up with the idea?
  • Mama Cooper and Jughead’s interactions in this scene are so easygoing. She obviously approves of him and he is obviously comfortable with her.

The ending scene

  • Okay, but the fact that Archie goes to Betty and Jughead because he knows that they are the two most likely people to actually do something about this information warms my heart.
  • I love how Betty and Jughead are immediatly on the same page with suspecting Hiram Lodge.
  • Archie looks confused when Jughead starts writing something, but Betty already knows what he is doing.
  • Look how excited those two dorks get at a new possible suspect. They barely refrain from jumping up and down in joy.
  • Also, I love that Jughead is the one who wrote all of the names on the board. He loves the idea of a murder board so much and I’m sure our little extra boy loves putting a new name up.
  • I just love our two dorky sleuths okay?
Lucky Bastard | Jason Todd x Reader

Description: Roy gets a new girlfriend, a beautiful girl with the strength of Superman and a heart as bright as the sun. Everyone seems to notice, including Jason Todd, and… you.

Request(s): [I combined two requests!]

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS MOMENT HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED. Can you pretty please do one with Jason where him and the s/o have a thing that goes on and off all the time (they used to date but you know… he died. So now it’s just easy that way). But when one of his friends start to date a girl who is pretty much mrs super good at everything she starts to get mad because she’s scared that jason may find a girl like that and forget about her? SORRY IT’S TOO LONG, I KNOW BUT THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING

And: Would you please write a fic when the reader is Diana Prince’s daughter? Just like super fluffy and cute

Words: 3414 (I have no idea how I wrote this so quickly??)

Notes: Yo I hope you guys both like this! I wanted there to be more fluff but I didn’t really know where to put it in lol. 

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Taglist: @followeroonieclassic@instantangelstudent@puggleprincess@robincoalition


“I missed you,” Jason says. You can’t help but smile a little giddily to yourself when he drops his duffel bag, so you try and settle it into something more peaceful and inviting instead of the pure excitement brewing in your stomach when he approaches. Jason wraps his arms around you in a hug that was clearly meant to be friendly, but his nose goes too deep into your neck and your arms knot too tight around him. He slips far enough out of your embrace to view your face. Jason smiles when he does, and it seems that, for once, he isn’t as good as covering his excitement or mutual attraction as you are.”You’re just as beautiful as I remembered.”

You try and fix this into your mind as the party continues. When Koriand’r had mentioned a Titans party, inviting old and new members, you had been elated to go. You hadn’t talked to Starfire since you left the team to tend to Themyscira in one of its times of crisis, and when you returned you found yourself mourning your boyfriend, Jason Todd, and replaced by Cassie Sandsmark as Wondergirl. But you adored Cassie—she was technically your younger sister, even if you were given life by Aphrodite and not Zeus—and still do now, so you held no grudges. As a princess of Themyscira and an Amazon, you weren’t raised to hold grudges. That’s why when Dick pulls your best friend Kori onto the dance floor, you smile and tell him to treat her well.

Jason would have been your second choice (or third, but you were unsure if M’Gann M’orzz and Karen Beecher would be present). This was only because of your previous relationship, and the new one that had been going on and off for years ever since his return. You can see him and yourself, freshly Titans and freshly heroes, leaning against one each other and the rooftop and overlooking San-Francisco.

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I’ll Wait (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,709

Summary (request): Bucky declares his love for Y/N on a day he shouldn’t. 

Warning: Angst, but some adorableness as well. 

A/N: So this was also a request by a darling who wishes to stay anonymous, she said I could write whatever I wanted and dedicate it to her, so here goes, darling. Hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, much love to you all! 

Part 2


“I’m in love with you,” Bucky said as confidently as he could. His steel blue eyes were boring into yours as his heart beat at a frantic pace.

You didn’t answer him, only stared at him with a blank expression. It was only because he knew you better than you know yourself, he could see your lower lip slightly trembling.

“I know I have no right to say this to you,” he quickly added, taking a small step towards you. You didn’t move, only looked at him with stern eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.

“Especially not now,” the sadness in his words lingered hard in the room as he looked at you from head to toe. His eyes met yours again, and he knew his eyes displayed the heart-wrenching sadness he was feeling in his chest.

“But I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you,” he took another small step towards you and when you didn’t move, only looked at him with an unreadable expression, he slowly lifted his left hand to cup your cheek. The corners of his lips lifted in a small smile when you didn’t flinch or move. His hand was centimeters from your face when you abruptly stepped back, eyes never leaving his.

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touch

“I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2682

A/N: I can’t thank @brittanyzelazno enough for reading this over a million times (she’s read it more times than I have) and keeping my spirits up about this. Love you a lot a lot. 

He always puts his heart in the words he writes. He feels them vibrate against his fingertips as the graphite leaves lines and squiggles in his notebook. He wants them to be perfect and has a tendency to chew on the hard end of his pencil when he just can’t get that one word in a line right. Tonight, his mouth tastes of cedar wood and coffee, keeping him up alone on the hardwood floor of his studio. Sometimes, the words just won’t come no matter what he does, and Shawn thinks that he should have accepted that fact by now, but his stubborn head won’t let him give up until he can vocalise the sensations he feels inside his body.

The song is about a girl who used to be his. It’s about the sharp pain in his chest that  he felt when she had told him. When he had watched her tears run down her face as she apologised repeatedly. Later on, when she ended it, she had put on a cold façade, but he knew it was killing her inside just as much as it did him when he let her go. He was willing to fight, willing to forgive, but she wasn’t.

Even the memory of those emotions hurt and his heavy head feels like it’s going to explode, so he allows himself a break and walks leisurely to the kitchen and takes a shot of vodka, hoping it’ll help. One shot turns into two, and two into three, and so it goes until he decides that he needs to tell her the words he’s got on his mind before he can write more. Shawn has just about sobered up when he finds himself outside her door at two o’clock. She takes a long time to open, and looks utterly shocked when she sees the figure in front of her.

“Don’t do this,” she pleads, shaking her head slowly. She looks defeated as she rubs at her sleepy face.

“Do what? Love you? I can’t stop doing that.” He stills for a second, holding onto the doorframe. “You hurt me so much.” He laughs, and he realises just how sad it sounds when guilt covers her face. “But I still miss you. Even when I think of how you let him touch you, and how he probably fucked you on that couch, where we kissed for the first time.” He peers over her shoulder, pointing at a long sofa on the inside.

“You’re drunk,” she accuses with an upset voice, detecting the alcohol on his breath.

“No, but I was before I came here,” he clarifies before continuing with the words he wants her to know. “I cared for you despite what you did. I still do.” The words hurt to speak, but they are true and Shawn is never more honest than when he’s had a little to drink. It’s embarrassing, really, that he spills his guts after a few beers or a couple of shots. “Why can’t you just let me go?” He groans and she puts her hand over his mouth, muffling his next words so that they are incoherent.

“You’re loud, you smell, and I have neighbours. Get in,” she says sternly, pulling at his arm.

He complies, following her inside and when she turns away to lock the door, he kicks off his shoes, shrugs off his jacket and starts to pull off his shirt.

She gasps when she finds him bare-chested in front of her. “What are you doing?!” She whispers the words, but sounds enraged nonetheless.

“You said I smelled so I’m taking a shower.” Shawn walks right past her to the bathroom, leaving his shirt on her floor. The moment he enters, his eyes fall upon a necklace he had given her half a year ago, hanging on a jewellery tree. It looks dusty, like it hasn’t been picked up in forever. The sight  and the memory feels like a punch to the gut and he falls back against the wall, hitting his head on the cold tiles.

“Shawn,” she whispers next to him.

He doesn’t want to look at her. He can’t because he knows that when he does the tears that have collected in his eyes will fall, and he doesn’t want to cry. With his eyes aimed at the floor, he pushes past her to the edge of the tub and steps in, turning on the shower. The cold water splashes against his face and he shivers as goosebumps appear on his arms and neck, but he remains stationary under the pouring water with his eyes closed. Hands find his shoulders and shake him, and he finally looks at her. She’s standing in front of him in the shower, looking distraught as water bounces off his body and hits her dry clothes.

“How could you?” Shawn says in a low voice, and wonders if he can be heard over the sound of the downpour when she doesn’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” she says eventually. “I never meant to hurt you. I know that doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I knew you deserved better.”

Her words rile him up because he’s tired of her making decisions for him and disregarding how he actually feels. “You don’t!” he yells. The tears burst out without warning and melt in with the water that’s turning warmer by the second. He backs up against the wall to avoid the stream and pushes his hair back over his head. She follows him, stepping closer so that she is where the water is spraying. “You don’t know how I feel, and you don’t know what I want. I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. She is a heartbreaking picture with her sad eyes, hair matted down against her head, and her t-shirt almost as soaked as his pants. But she’s also his heartbreaking picture in a part of his mind that is still in denial.

Before he sees it coming and without thinking, Shawn holds her against the wall and crashes his mouth onto hers. Hesitant lips move against his slowly, but then he’s being pushed back by his shoulders, away from her.  She watches him with longing eyes but her straight arms keep him at a distance until she changes her mind and pulls him into a kiss, pushing him towards the wall. Her hands wrap around the back of his neck and his immediately move to their familiar place at her soft hips.

Fingers press into skin, leaving thick, red lines under the water. Hands pull at hair, limbs, and clothes, and Shawn is shortly naked against her barely dressed body. His muscle memory still knows how to touch her, how to kiss her to make her feel good. Somewhere between the rough kisses and the slow nips at the wet skin of her neck he starts to think, and then he stills. He buries his face in her shoulder and breathes erratically against her neck, just holding her as his eyes fill up with tears again. He already knows that there’s no return for them, but there’s a sliver of hope somewhere in him and that’s what keeps him standing there, next to her as water cascades over them.  

She turns a knob, lowering the water pressure then slides her hands down his back. He shivers from the touch and is reminded that he’s in the nude and his crotch is pressed against her hip. He backs up to look at her; the cautious look on her face, the wet hair against her head, the swell of her lips from his teeth. What he wants is right in front of him and he knows he can’t have it, but he gives in to that sliver of hope that prompts him to close in on her, and he kisses her again. His lips move to her ear and he kisses the lobe and gently tugs at it with his teeth, making her soften against him.

“One last time. Please,” he begs.

“We…” she begins to speak, but moans when Shawn attaches his lips to her neck, just below her ear and sucks. “We shouldn’t.”

Shawn pulls back at her words, knowing that it’d be wrong if he continued. He takes a step back and feels a little uncomfortable standing there naked with a semi as she pierces him with her eyes. But she moves closer and rests her firm palm on his chest, right where his heart is.  Her fingers curl and her nails press against his pec, making his length twitch and he briefly has a mortifying flashback of swimming class CPR lessons when he was paired up with Wendy Steinbeck. She was clad in a tiny bikini and he had had no control of himself whatsoever.

She moves closer slowly until her slippery skin is against his again and his growing length is in between their bodies, the proximity making him harder. Their lips clash together, hands roam bodies, and fingers dig into flesh. Shawn takes a hold of the back of her thigh and picks her up, pressing her up against the tiles. Her fingers wrap around the slide bar attached to the wall quickly and she wraps her thighs around him, pulling him close.

The tip of his erection rubs up against her opening with a light pressure and he groans quietly at the simple relief, and he continues with slow motions of his hips and gets harder with every stroke of her swollen folds. She leaves his neck with purple blotches and he revels in knowing that she wants him marked.

“Let me down,” she says after a while.

She pulls him in by the neck and tugs at damp curls at the back of his head. Shawn falls into her body and catches himself with his palm against the wall, but his face still crashes into hers so that their noses collide.

“Ow!” The pair yelp in unison, then start to laugh as their eyes connect. They laugh in amusement until their laughs turns into melancholic chuckles and Shawn finds himself with his eyes closed and lips just close enough to hers for her hot breath to fan over them.

Her fingernails trace the lines on his stomach and then her hand is wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly with a firm grip. She circles her thumb around his tip where the precome has leaked but is washed away by the water, and Shawn moans at the feeling. He feels dizzy from the pleasure and steadies himself against her body, resting his face in her flushed neck. A low sound slips past her lips when Shawn opens his mouth and starts to suck on the skin on her neck, making him smile at the familiarity of her sounds. He brings a hand down to her sex, pushes her underwear aside and teases her entrance with a finger. His finger sinks into her and he draws it back slowly, sighing when she moans in bliss.

The pace of her hand around his erection quickens and he breathes harshly against her skin. Shawn wraps his fingers around her wrist, stopping her movements. She lets go of his length and it bounces back against him.

“Turn around,” he mumbles.

She turns to face the wall and he places kisses on her shoulder, removing her hair so that her neck is exposed for him to bite at. There are spots of colours on her shoulder and neck when he is done, marks apparent on her skin just like on his. Shawn pulls her hips back against him so that his length is pressed up against her soft bum. She steadies himself with a palm against the wall and reaches back to touch his erection, bringing the head to her entrance. He rubs against her slowly, then pushes into her until he bottoms out as his palm moves down her spine. Her buttocks press back against his crotch and he starts to move inside her leisurely. His lips find her shoulder again and his fingers unclasp her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. He reaches out to her front to take a hold of her breast, stroking her nipples and tugging at them gently and she sighs in response.

They move together in sync as his mouth ravages her shoulders and the top of her back. She turns her head around for sloppy kisses and he slows his movements to languid thrusts as his tongue finds hers and the two desperately claim each other’s mouths. Their bodies move together faster again, her breathing quickens and it’s not long before she comes around him with a hushed moan. Shawn feels himself get closer and he pulls out just in time, coming onto her back as his muscles tighten and his knees shake.

“Sorry for… yeah,” he mumbles.

“It’s fine,” she responds, turning as the water washes away any sign of their actions.


The atmosphere is thick once they get out of her bathroom, both of them wrapped in towels. He follows her to her bedroom and she digs up an old jumper of his at the back of her closet and throws a pair of sweatpants to him that he thinks used to belong to him. They exchange awkward smiles and put on clothes with their backs turned to each other, saying no words. Then they face one another, only to observe, which they haven’t properly done for a long time, but words remain unspoken.

Eventually, Shawn forces himself to say something, “The sun’s up.” He looks past her at the light peeking through the blinds.

She turns to look at her window, then smiles at him. “It is.”

Then silence overcomes them again, and they’re standing six feet apart. The distance feels like torture to Shawn, and he wants to so badly kiss her again, and hold her, and make her his again. But he knows that this is the end for them.

“I should go.”

“Yeah.”

She follows him to the door and watches as he puts on his shoes. When he’s done, his hand holds onto the door handle, but she’s the closest to him that she’s been since they were in the shower together and his stubborn heart still wants more. His eyes flit between her and her lips and she mirrors the action. So he goes for broke; his hands find her cheek and waist and she is swiftly pushed against the door and kissed with all the passion that he can muster. His lips tingle from her rough teeth and tongue as their lips battle. Then he is pulled back to reality and he kisses her slowly, savouring the moment. He pulls back and exhales softly against her lips, giving her room to breathe. She doesn’t chase his touch, doesn’t ask him to kiss her again.

“Do you wanna get breakfast?” He asks this hesitantly, because part of him knows what the answer is, but he still does.

Her silence and the way she looks him in the eye provide the answer he had expected. She moves away from the door and opens it for him. He backs out through it, taking in all of her.

“Goodbye,” she says.


When he gets back home, the words come naturally. The melodies follow right behind accompanied by the notes on his piano. Shawn feels the tune vibrate against his fingertips that press down on the strings of his guitar, and he has a song. His eyes tear up when some lyrics hit so close to home that they tug at his heartstrings. By 7 am he’s singing loud enough to wake up his neighbours, but for once he doesn’t care, because he’s at peace.

He’s just shuffled in underneath his covers when he hears a tone from his phone and it lights up with her name on it.

Fuck.

switch me on

A/N: a little bit of smut set in the Friends Forever!verse. Inspired by THIS post and @saysweartogod

“Hey, babe,” he murmurs when she reappears in his dressing room after ‘going to explore the venue’ while he stayed back, desperate to get out the lyrics to a new song that have been nagging him for the last few days. She’d tried to convince him to take a break, to explore with him, and he hated saying no to her, but he also didn’t want to lose the words swimming in his head before he could at least come up with a skeleton of a song.

He’d looked so apologetic when he denied her, like a puppy who’d tried so hard to be good but just had to chew up your shoes anyway, so she’d conceded easily. She would’ve, regardless, because his work is important, but his pleading eyes and flush of his cheeks made it that much easier for her to press a kiss to his temple and murmur, “It’s okay, Mendes, I’m a big girl,” before disappearing through the door and into the abyss of the venue.

He’s scratching out lines and changing words and still not happy with the general flow of the thing, so when she comes back from her adventure, he has a hard time looking up to greet her. He’s just a little desperate though, because he wants this to be good– no, wants it to be perfect because it’s the first song he can write about her and have it be totally honest. He doesn’t have to hide anymore, knowing that his feelings for her won’t ruin them.

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Sinful Reading

A/N: This is the result of @lauxeyson request:
Okay but.. I’ve been thinking. What if (and i want you to write this, if you like) Reader wore fuzzy socks, like either knee length or something and Loki sees them (she isn’t wearing other than a hoodie or a sweatshirt that covers her thighs: no pants 😉) he goes crazy or something… Haha i don’t know that doesn’t make sense lol 

have fun with it my beautiful, sweet doll 😘

Words: 3.600

Characters: Loki x Reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW

The library was for Loki a special place. It was the place where he could be alone. In this huge halls, with the biggest amount of knowledge of the whole universe, he could be for himself and most the time, no one was bothering him. He spent hour after hour, day after day in the big library of Asgard to learn more about magic, or just to avoid his combative and annoying brother Thor and father Odin.

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So this is extremely long but IDGAF

This is now the THIRD time I have tried to post this… what the fuck tumblr….

Anyways

So my imagination has been going the fuck off today. Stranger Things has taken over my mind along with a brown eyed, big haired heartthrob (looking at you Joe Keery/Steve Harrington). You know the feeling when you are so consumed by something that you. can. not. stop. thinking. about it? Well that’s me. It’s my life now. And I think that I have come up with a pretty legit story… thing is I am shit at writing. SO with out further ado… here is my idea that i would LOVE to know if you tumblr’ers (is that even a word?) would like to read or write this story. Let me know below.

Background Story

The reader is 007 from Hawkins Lab. Her powers: manipulating space-time. Papa doesn’t know what her powers are as they have been dormant. No matter what traumatic experiences he makes her go trough, they just wont present themselves. It has come to the point where he is physically and mentally torturing her to try and get her powers to manifest. Thing is, the shit works. After some crazy shit goes down, Seven’s powers manifest and she goes back in time to right before Papa fucking tortures her in some gruesome way. Once Seven realizes what she has done and what she can do, she escapes by going 10 years into the future. Dun Dun DUUUUUNNNN. Yes. She’s in the mother fucking 90s. Hells yeah. I say she escapes around age 9 or 10, and spends like 7-8 years in the 90s. That way she is right around the older teens’ age. 

Seven’s Personality and Style

Seven falls in love with the 90s grunge fashion. It’s all concert tees, skinny jeans, flannel, and converses for her. She LOVES music. Especially classic rock and late 80s/early 90s Hip Hop/Rap. Think: Rock-Wise - Led Zeppelin, Bon Jovi, Queen, Nirvana, etc. and Rap-Wise - NWA, Salt-N-Pepa, and Fresh Prince. Music helps her escape/cope with the traumatic experiences she has been through. Seven has some serious anxiety and paranoia problems. She stays constantly on the move because of this. She never likes to stay in one place too long. She uses her powers of manipulating space-time to create portals to help her move from city to city. This allows her to hone her abilities and test her limits. She also trains in multiple martial art forms so that not only her powers are strong but her body is too. She learns stuff like Krav Maga, Aikido, and Jujitsu. All in all she is a bad ass bitch. All of this travel though means she doesn’t have friends. She is a loner who is scared to bring anyone into her shit storm of a life. She is very closed off when she does interact with people, but if she ever does take the time to get to know someone, she is pretty funny. She has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor.

The Story

Seven feels like she sees Papa every where she goes, no matter what city she is in at the time. Any tall, gray haired man she sees walking down the street, leaves her a panicked mess. No matter how powerful she becomes, she always feels helpless during these panic attacks. After one especially bad panic attack, she decides to research the Lab and see whatever became of them. When she finds out that the experiments continued after her escape, reads the whole story that came out about Barb (which she knows isn’t the whole truth), and digs deep enough that she finds out that they are still operational, she decides to go back and put an end to Hawkins Lab once and for all. The big bad is obviously Hawkins Lab, maybe bring Papa back? You know the Lab is always fucking shit up even worse though, so maybe incorporate the Upside down big bad or even a new dimension big bad because of Seven’s powers?

Character Interactions

The Party: Mike and Lucas don’t accept her right off the bat, but once they see that she has a number like El, they are all for her. Will is such a sweet heart and likes her initially, but really gravitates towards her after she fends off some bullies for him. Max and Dustin love her right off the bat and think she is the best fucking thing since sliced bread. Max loves her style and personality and looks up to her like a big sister/mentor. Dustin has a cute little crush on her but Seven treats him like the little brother she always wanted. El and Seven get each other like no one ever can or will. This makes them have a deep bond. El was slightly weary at first though because of her experience with Eight, but after an all night talk with each other, El and Seven are closer than blood. 

Nancy: Seven and Nancy hit it off right off the bat. Seven appreciates having Nancy around because she has never had a friend that was a girl around her age. She likes to do girly things with Nance, like braid hair and paint nails/do makeup.

Jonathan: He was weary of Seven at first, but after he finds out she helped will with some bullies, he and her hit it off. They have a lot in common since they are both socially awkward, love music, and loners. They become best friends.

Steve: He doesn’t know what to make of Seven. Sure she’s a badass, but he never knows what to expect from her and it keeps him on edge. He never knows when she is being serious or cracking a joke… and Seven likes to crack jokes about him a lot. She thinks its funny that he is the epitome of the 80s pretty boy jocks with a heart of gold like in all of the movies she saw in the 90s. So it surprises her when she sees Steve The Mom™ come out because it is so not what she expects. This causes them to have rather weird dynamic. There is an unspoken sexual tension between them, but since Seven is an awkward fuck, she doesn’t know how to handle it. So its a will-they-or-won’t-they vibe. 

Billy: Seven first meets Billy during an altercation between him and The Party. She basically kicks his ass. He never expected a girl, to beat him up. This pisses him off at first, and he antagonizes her non-stop. Every time he does though, she surprises him with either a witty remark or a “Hey, I know what it’s like to be in an abusive relationship with your father.” remark (this one is only in private moments though). It keeps him on his toes and he learns to have this grudging respect for her. This allows him to become more vulnerable around her and she starts breaking though his dickhead exterior. She makes him see that he is being a racist, abusive fucking asshole and he starts to fall for her.

The Adults: Joyce loves Seven and treats her like she does El. Hop fucking loves Seven. He trusts her with helping them and the kids. He knows that she is a bad ass that can keep them safe. He really wants her to join his police force in the future. Seven never considered this, but seriously considers this. She thinks of Hop as her adoptive father, like El. She hopes they can all be a family after they take care of the Lab.

Everyone makes Back to the Future/Marty McFly and Terminator/John Connor jokes about seven. They also do James Bond references because I mean, come on… 007. Seven also makes 90s references that no one gets. It’s a thing. They just look at her like “The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout bruh?” I would like to see a love triangle between Billy, Seven, and Steve. Seven eventually ends up with Steve though… because I mean … It’s fucking Steve “The Hair™” Harrington. 

I know this is fucking long and thank you for bearing with me through this whole thing. This is just something that got stuck in my head and has continued to grow in length and detail ever since. If this is an awful storyline that no one would read just let me know. Or if it is as fantastic as I think it is or at lease COULD be, please let me know that I’m not crazy. I would love to see this come to life in a full multi-chapter story. But like I said… I’m shit at writing. So here’s to hoping someone out there will fulfill my dream for me. 

Below are some aesthetics for Seven. Incase you need some inspiration.

You should know (sweet pea x reader

Can you write a imagine where she goes to southside high and sweet pea gets annoued at her and jughead cause he thinks jugheads flirting with her? (Smut if you write it)

A/N: Unfortunately I’m not good at writing smut but I promise I will as soon as I get good at it. Also I ended up accidentally deleting this twice..

Requested?: yes, words:859 im sorry its so short. warnings: none that i can think of

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The Corruption of Creativity

Hey there everyone and welcome to my very first multi-chaptered Sanders Sides fic! The idea for this fic goes to @availe. All credit goes to her for the amazing plot! She also wrote a comic about this in her ask blog but I asked if I could write a full story and she said go for it so here we are!

Summary: Roman has a secret that he hasn’t told anyone. It’s dangerous. It’s deadly. But what could it possibly have to do with his room and the sometimes uncontrollable creativity?

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Lots of implied caring for each other, but more in a familial/brotherly fashion

Warnings: Blood, angst, self-deprecation, some swearing (This is the overall story, not just this initial chapter – I’ll add more if necessary as it goes on.)

Rating: T/M?

Chapter 1 Word Count: 3,684

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Chapter One: Memories


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I can’t fail them.

Not again.

Last time was a close enough call and I refuse to put them through that pain again.

Even if they don’t remember…


The morning started simply enough: Patton making breakfast the way he always did; Logan typing away at his laptop, planning yet another month of Thomas’s life down to the immaculate detail; Virgil sitting on the couch with his headphones and hood on his head, blocking out all noise while surfing tumblr on his phone. The only thing missing was a certain prince.

“Breakfast is ready!” Patton called out. Surprisingly enough, Virgil was the first to stand and head towards the kitchen. “I’m surprised you heard me over your music, kiddo!” Patton said cheerfully as Virgil took a seat at the table.

Virgil smirked. “You’ve got good timing, my song just ended that’s all.” He pulled his hood down as Patton sat a full plate in front of him.

The parental trait turned to Logan who was still at the desk in the living area, tapping away. “Come on Logan, you know you can’t work on an empty stomach.” He nearly sang the sentence as he held Logan’s plate in the air.

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Passionate Nights

Title: Passionate Nights

Pairing: Khal Drogo x female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: angst, h/c, scars, fluff end, pregnancy, mentions of the Dothraki way of treating women

Request: Hi! If you have time, could you do a reader x Khal Drogo where he always flirts and eventually sleep together, but then the reader discovers she is pregnant? So she tries to escape during the night (because she thinks Khal Drogo will hate/abandon her and the baby), and when he notices she’s missing, he panics and goes looking for her? Thank you

Request: If you have time, can you write a Khal Drogo x reader where he accidentally bruises/hurts her when they’re making out and he feels really guilty / angry with himself? Thanks :) (A/n: Had to change it because I feel like Dothraki normally like it rough. Hope you’re okay with her being pregnant to stir his guilt)

A/n: I’m trying to write more sexual tension and figured Drogo would be ideal to practise. Feedback on how I’m doing would be greatly appreciated. Anyway hope you enjoy it :)


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There was an undeniable chemistry between you and the Khal. Something in the way he looked at you with his bright and perceptive eyes made your whole interior spark. By the gods you wanted that man.

But he never had shown any interest in taking on a mistress and you knew someone like you had no illusion of ever becoming more than a good night of rough stress release. And to be honest you were fine with that. You knew who you were and you were content with it, no need pretending to be something you weren’t.

It came as a sort of surprise to you when one day your wet dreams about the strong and quiet leader changed. You had been tending to your horse, one of the only material possessions you had, drying the beautiful mare off from long days ride. Someone had come up to you, watching you closely. As a female in the Khal’s khalasar you had early develop a sixth sense of man with dirty thoughts watching. It was quite necessary around that drunk bunch of pigs.

But instead of a hand wrapping your hips, there was a deep voice beside you. A voice you had only heard from far away, but that did all sort of interesting things to your body.

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Midnight Snack. Tony Stark.

Request: 1) “Hey there! Love your smut. So good 👏🏼😎Are you ok with writing an impregnantion kink? With Tony x reader? Like with safe words and off reader knows and stuff. Tony is telling her he will cum in her and fill her up and reader is like no, no. But Tony goes on (since they have sage words) and tells her how he wants her pregnant. Is that ok?“// and 2)  No certain person, but a smut with the girl is like napping on the guy’s side but in her sleep she starts moaning his name and squirming/grinding slightly on him, and he’s getting really turned on at her wet dream + plus her innocently(unknowingly) teasing him and you can take it to smutty paradise from there lol thanks daddy lupin// and 3) Something similar to my Castiel fic “Rack”. I lost the request but it was a need for boob stuff.

Triggers: Smut. Impregnation!Kink.

Word Count: 974

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Tony set his bottle of water on the nightstand as he crawled back into bed with you. He smirked proudly when you immediately clung to him, subconsciously needing him beside you. He kissed the top of your head and picked up his book. Sleep was something so rare nowadays for him, his minds constantly whirling with thoughts, that he’d often be up late, just cuddling you as you slept while he read or worked on a project which wouldn’t wake you…hopefully.

His ear twitched when you whimpered out his name. Thinking you were having a nightmare, he rubbed your head, fingers catching in your hair. Your soft moan rang in his ears as your hips rolled. He blinked and watched you, seeing your cheeks flush and groaned. You were having a wet dream about him. How hot can that get!

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theamiableanachronism  asked:

Could I get a #6 for the Drabble Challenge?

#6. I just like proving you wrong.

Noot noot, Ami! Thanks for the prompt, hope you like it :)


Lucas doesn’t think anything is wrong until Mike says something after school one day.

“Why are you two always fighting?”

“Who, me and Dustin?”

“No, you and Max.”

“What are you talking about? We don’t fight.”

“You’re always arguing.”

“Just because we’re not staring into each other’s eyes and saying, ‘you’re pretty, no, you’re pretty,’ it doesn’t mean we’re fighting.” He retorts with a pointed look. 

“El and I do not do that.”

Lucas snorts. “I didn’t say you did.”

Mike blushes and hops onto his bike. “Whatever.”

Lucas doesn’t think much of it but later, as they’re leaving the arcade, he and Max are bickering as usual.

“It’s actually impossible to get that score on Pac-Man.”

“No way, I saw someone get it back in California.”

“You’re lying.”

“I would never lie about something this serious.”

Mike and Dustin speed up to get ahead of them and Lucas can see them rolling their eyes at each other. When they reach the corner of Cherry, where Max usually breaks away to go home, he slows to a stop. The other boys are long out of sight. He looks down at his sneakers and speaks quietly.  

“Hey, um…I’m sorry we’ve been fighting.”

She quirks an eyebrow at him. “Oh, this isn’t a fight.”

“No?” His eyes flick up to meet hers, feeling hopeful.

“Nope. I just like proving you wrong.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Believe me, if it was a fight, you would know it.” She smirks before twirling around and hopping on her board, calling out behind her as she goes. “Later, stalker!”

Lucas watches until she reaches her house, her fiery hair visible even in the twilight. He doesn’t even try to fight the smile that spreads across his face. This girl will be the death of him. He can’t wait.

Prompt: from @malindacath, “I was wondering if you could write something about Jim and Reader where they are in a relationship and anytime he compliments her, she blows it off. He goes to Uhura for answers finding out that as she grew up her family always degraded her so she really doesn’t have any self esteem or self worth even though she would do anything for everyone else”
Word Count: 1530
Author’s Note: GAH! Sorry!! I forgot the read-more cut! Getting into the mindset of this reader was SO easy for me. The first time the husband told me he loved me, my response was ‘are you sure?’ Fortunately for me, my parents weren’t the ones who fucked me up. It was school.


“Good morning, beautiful.” Jim leaned across the commissary table and dropped a kiss on your cheek, prompting a blush and slight scowl. “What?”

“Did you miss the giant spot in the middle of my forehead?” You countered, arching your eyebrow. “Not exactly enticing this morning.” You didn’t often fall victim to premenstrual pimples anymore, but you’d wakened with a zit that felt like a volcano brewing on your forehead. There was no covering it or masking it, and there was no making it go away.

“I hadn’t noticed at all. I was looking at your eyes, Y/N,” he shrugged, his glance lifting to assess the situation on your forehead. You felt yourself flushing more. “It’s tiny. Certainly doesn’t affect how gorgeous you are.”

You stared at him, expressionless. He had to be kidding, but you hadn’t finished your first coffee, and were in no mood to start a squabble about whether or not he needed his eyes checked. Instead, you returned to your meal wordlessly.


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Only you

Henry Turner

Fluff, care, mild angst, love

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request:  “Could you please write something with Henry Turner (BECAUSE I AM TRASH WITH NO REGRETS) were the reader is his best friend and secretly has a crush on him and kinda follows him around everywhere (cause she lives on the street and has no where else to go but loves being around him anyways) but she gets kidnapped near the end of the film by Salazar along with him but gets left on the ship and he goes back for her and they both confess their feelings? Thank you <3”

Word count: 796

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Please imagine Joanna McCoy becoming a pen pal to a Federation officer operating in deep space.

When her 8th-grade teacher announces the program she jumps at the opportunity to join. She knows almost nothing about her Father, but she knows he works for the Federation and he works in deep space. She’s sure there can’t be that many people working there. She might get paired with him. She might be able to find out something about him–some tidbit that would explain why her mother has never allowed them to see each other.

(She doesn’t tell her mother she’s getting a pen pal. It just never comes up.)

She has to write the first letter and it will be sent to a random officer. She keeps it simple: a bit about her studies, the weather on Earth, how she hopes the officer is doing well and is getting plenty to eat. She signs it “J.M.” just in case.

After sending it out, it takes a week for her to get a response. She’s disappointed to see that the letter is from some science commander named “Spock.” It’s not her Father. She’s so upset that she almost doesn’t read the letter. But then, she does.

Spock writes succinctly and formally. He gives little away, but there’s still something about his letter that leaves her feeling…lonely. She decides to write back. She asks him if he likes his job.

They begin to send a series of letters, one or two a week, for months. She learns a lot about this strange Commander Spock. He really does love his job. He often writes pages and pages about the latest phenomena the Enterprise has encountered. He tells her of his favorite music he’s been listening to, and of some of the stories of the Vulcan people.

She tells him it’s hot today in Georgia, and that she wishes she could study whatever she wanted. She tells him about the garden in her backyard and about riding horses. She tells him about the songs she’s been listening to and how sometimes laying in her backyard at night she’s pretty sure she can see which star the Enterprise is traveling by. She tells him a girl in her class has been bullying her again and that sometimes she isn’t sure if her Mom is actually listening to her or not

There’s a long delay after that letter.

When Spock writes back again, he apologizes and explains he needed advice to respond to her last letter. He has been told that pen pals often share intimate details of their lives and so he will respond accordingly.

He says he learned this from Doctor McCoy.

The rest of the letter is a blur of Spock commiserating over his own difficulties in talking to his father. But she’s still repeating the words Doctor McCoy over and over again in her head.

Her Father knows Spock. Spock knows her Father. Even goes to him for advice when little girls like “J.M.” have troubles.

Now she just has to decide what to do with this information.

Limits. Loki.

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Loki one-shot where the reader and him have a huge fight, and she goes to push him back but he grabs her wrists and backs her up against a wall or something, and makes a smart ass remark. Then from then on just really angry sex & maybe angst? I love your writing. :) 

Triggers: Smut. Mild angst through a fight the two have (Mentions of a very jealous Loki).

Word Count: 1164

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FLASHPOINT

A/N: I’ve been so stressed with finals that I’m not gonna write any imagines until I pass them so I’m just posting my drafts rn sorry guys

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry’s lover dies, but when he goes back in time to save his parents, he discovers she’s also alive.
  • WARNINGS: the beginning is hella sad
  • WORDS: 782

“NO!” He let out when Zoom stabbed her then ran off. She was dead, he couldn’t believe it. If only he came just a little earlier, defeated Zoom, she would’ve possibly been alive. Now all the happiness around him is dead.

Her last words were, “do what you need to do, just remember I will always love you.” Then she took her last breath.

Barry knew what he needed to do, so he ran. Run, Barry, run; her melodic, soft voice whispered to him as he ran towards the portal to the past.

Now, he was in the last place he wanted to be. The night his mother was murdered.

He saw the Reverse-Flash take the knife, right before he was about to plunge it into his mother’s heart, The Flash attacked. Throwing Eobard on the ground, throwing a punch across his face Barry exclaimed, “You’re not gonna kill her this time. You’re not gonna kill her ever again.” That’s when Barry threw his last punch at the villain.

Then he looked up, seeing another Flash peeking through the door. The other Flash chuckled a bit, seeing that his mom is still alive then faded away.

When he looked down at his mother she had a terrified look on her face, crying out, “No,” while moving away from Barry.

The young man shook his head, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The woman continued to whimper while looking up at Barry as he reassured her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re safe now.”

Maybe he was just trying to reassure himself.

It has been a couple of months now living with his–now alive–parents, and he was truly happy now.

Little did the speedstar know that he was going be reunited with the love of his life. He was just about to walk into Jitters, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee instantly hitting him. He didn’t worry about that right now, his attention was grasped by the glorious girl he saw a few feet away from him, standing in line and about to order a coffee.

His heart started beating fast, just like every time he saw her.  Their everlasting love being reunited again.

And so he practiced what he was going to say before he went to talk to her. The young man can’t just go up there and say, ‘hey you probably don’t know me but I know you, you died right in my arms in another life and we’re meant to be with each other.’

When she got her coffee she muttered a ‘thank you’ to the barista, found a table and sat down on one of the very uncomfortable, high stool’s the coffee shop had many to offer.

Barry decided to make his move now before it was too late. And so he went behind the girl who just casually surfing through her phone while sipping a cappuccino.

Then all of a sudden she got up and was about to turn around, but that just made her crash into the brown-haired fellow.

He was too busy trying to talk to her that his reflexes didn’t tell him to move out of the way the moment she was about to crash into him.

The girl was about to apologize and Barry was about to also, and that was when they both said it in unison. “I’m sorry.” then the both of them chuckled, just like old times.

Once their laughter has died down Y/N decided to speak, “Let me go first. Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N I’m really sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t see you there.”

Barry smiled, “Hey, I’m Barry Allen it’s very nice to meet you. And it’s alright.”

The Y/E/C girl giggled then realized something, looking up at Barry as she spoke, “you know I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, have we met?”

Shaking his head Barry answered, “Nope, I don’t think so? I guess I just have one of those faces,” he chuckled rubbing a hand behind his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The girl nodded, politely smiling. Then Barry brought up a question he was itching to ask her, “um…would you like to um—well I would hope you would like to um…”

Before he can fully complete the sentence he has been dying to ask her, she decided to complete it for him, “if you’re asking me to go out with you sometime, then that’s a yes.”

“Okay, that’s great…” Barry said walking backward trying to seem sly, but failing miserably when he didn’t see the wall behind him that he just so happened to bump into. A concerned Y/N was about to warn him but all he mustered was a, “I’m okay.” Leaving her in a giggling mess.

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Expecting [Rick Grimes x Reader]

hi!! i absolutely love your writing, i think youre really talented and your stories make me so happy omg☺️ would you be willing to write an imagine where the reader is pregnant and hasn’t told rick yet but daryl knows and he’s been helping her by getting her the things she needs when he goes on runs and stuff, and rick starts to get mad about it so him and the reader get into a huge fight and then she tells him that she’s pregnant?? that would be amazing!! thank you sm love❤️

Here you go anon, hope you love it! Sorry it took so long! 💙

Words: 1,579

Warnings: None

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