her curls were hell but i love her

Jeff Atkins - One Shot (Alternative Ending)

A/N: So this is the promised alternate ending. It’s still a little sad since it is 13 Reasons Why but Jeff lives! Yay! I hope you like it! :)


I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t gone. If I hadn’t seen the things I saw. If I hadn’t done the things I did. Before going, I convinced myself that I could start over - that I could be a person that fit in. For a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other.


“Justin, Jessica’s looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled over the music before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room, careful not to drop the cup in your hand. “You made it. I’m loving the new hair.”

You were always extra affectionate when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to full appreciate the natural curl of it before you hugged her.

“Thank you!” She smiled with a chuckle, returning your hug. “Someone’s been drinking, huh?”

“Hell yeah! It’s my turn. I was designated driver last week, this week it’s Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corning talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usual secluded self.” You smirked, as her cheeks turned a bright red. “You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

“What?” Her eyes widened as if you’d just made the most outrageous statement she’d ever heard. “No. I - I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from the backyard. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled back with a laugh, then looked at Hannah with a smirk. “Only way this is going to be fair is if you catch up to me. Hannah’s going to take you on first!”

“Oh it’s on!” He laughed.

“Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!” Jeff and Monty started chanting getting the whole room to follow along.

Hannah smiled again, lowering her eyes to the ground.

“One game, just to get some liquid courage in you.” You laughed, placing a hand on her back as you lead her outside. “Then you go find Clay.”

She laughed, nodding her head as you joined the guys. Jeff wrapped his arm around you and she took one end of the table while Zach took the other.


 As the night went on, Hannah disappeared into the crowd to hopefully find Clay. After beating Zach twice, you ended up making out with Jeff to celebrate your victories. With your arms around his neck, you grinded against him to the rhythm of the song. His hands ran up your thighs grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Breathing in the scent of him, you bit his bottom lip, sweeping your tongue across with with a smirk as you looked him in the eye.

The things this boy made you want to do to him…

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered against your lips. “Tell your mom you’re staying at Sheri’s or something.”

“I’ll call her before we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friend’s house rather than your boyfriends, but - what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Look - “ You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.”

Jeff smiled proudly, watching his friend laugh and giggle. “See, I do give good advice.”

“Yeah, when people actually understand your baseball analogies.” You laughed.

“Hey - they make sense okay? I understand them perfectly.”

“Of course you do baby, that’s what makes you so unique.“ You shook your head with smile, teasing him about the overuse of the word.

The two of them looked over to notice you staring and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with giggling uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around your small frame, holding you against him as he laughed, your whole body shaking with his.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching as Troy walked over to bother them. “Go get him before he ruins everything.”

“On it!”

He ran over, physically picking Troy up off the ground to bring him back over to the ping pong table. You bit the corner of your lip, watching your lip as he held him up like it was nothing for him, all of his muscles rippling through his shirt.


You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours, his hands running up through your hair as he held your face.

“Seriously, I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He whispered, trailing his lips down to your neck.

You held back a moan as his hands ran down your curves again, holding you against his rock solid figure.

“Your hands are always on me.” You laughed, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue glided against your skin.

“You’re goddamn right.” He smirked, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he looked you up and down.

“You’re so bad!” Sheri laughed, playfully hitting your leg as you sat up on the kitchen counter. “This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.”

“Who would want that right?” Courtney said, trying to join in with your laughter.

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you liked Courtney. She was two faced  and one of the most fake people you’d ever met.

Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your blunt response and she turned around to walk away, almost knocking over Hannah who was coming into the kitchen. You could see the distraught look on her face so you waved her over.

“Hey. What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.” You asked, noticing the tear stains on her cheeks.

“I screwed it up.” She sighed, shaking her head as she stared at the ground. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look. You two have been playing this game for too long.” You jumped down from the counter, cupping her face in your hands. “Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him about it. Whatever happened - I’m sure it can be talked out. You have to go after what you want Hannah. Make things happen for yourself.”

Sherri nodded in agreement, “Otherwise you’ll go on hating life because things magically work out for you.”

She looked between the two of us and nodded. “Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow. I just want to go home. I’m sure he’s long gone by now.”

You smiled, lifting the corner of her lips into a smile which made her laugh. “That’s a start. Be assertive. That’s how I got Jeff.”

“It’s true.” You heard his voice before he wrapped his arm around your chest from behind. “I was an idiot 8th grader who was too scared to tell her and I guess she’d gotten word of it so one day after school, she marched right up to me, kissed me on the lips, and told me to ask her out. I knew right then that she was the one.”

Sheri and Hannah laughed. Sheri was there that day but Hannah looked at you in disbelief.

“Grab life by the balls, girl. It’s to short for all these games.” You advised with a laugh.

“Hey Sheri, you’re blocking me in.” Jeff spoke up again.

“Let me grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered before they left the room.

“Where you going?” You asked, turning your head to look up at him.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a quick beer run for the guys.” He answered as you turned around to lean against him.

“Want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along the side of his neck.

“Not if you’re having fun babe. It’ll be super quick.” He laughed as you nibbled along his jawline.

“I have the most fun with you.” You smiled pulling away to take his hands in yours.

“Good answer.” He laughed, throwing an arm around you as he lead you through the crowd.

You waited outside for Shelley to get situated in her car. With your arms wrapped around Jeff’s waist, you looked up at him, smiling as he spoke to someone else across the yard. You always found yourself admiring him whenever you got the chance. He was just a beautiful man inside and out.

He noticed and smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You laughed, taking one of his hands in yours. “You know what? Its way too nice out to drive. Let’s walk.”

“It’ll be quicker to drive.” He replied with a smile.

“So? We’ve got all night.” You said tugging on his arm.

He raised your arm up making you twirl before pulling you into his arms again, the look of love and adoration in his eyes making you blush. 

“Well when you put it that way.” He laughed.

You waved at Hannah and Sheri who were smitten watching the two of you.

“Drive safe!” You yelled out before you and Jeff started walking down the block. 


As I sat and watched you and Jeff walking down the street - laughing, dancing, playing - I found myself hoping to have someone love me the way you two loved each other. But I had too much baggage. I was too damaged.

As I looked back on these events, I realized my mistakes. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you. If I would’ve stayed longer at the dance or gone after Clay right away. I should’ve gone after what I wanted.

And so we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

You didn’t have to look out for me all of those times. Nobody else did. You showed me that was genuine people in the world. You showed me that there was such a thing as unconditional love. You showed me that there was such a thing as pure happiness.

And for that, I wanted to say thank you.

I hope you live out the life you’ve always wanted. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you and Jeff. 


Your fingers brushed over the Walkman. Tears streamed freely down your face as the tape came to an end. You lifted your eyes to look across the field, immediately finding Jeff. As if sensing you looking, his gaze locked on yours and he blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch like you always did.

His smile brought a smile to your lips and you wiped away your tears. Listening to Hannah’s tapes made you realize just how precious life was. Just how precious the people around you were. Just how quickly they could be taken from you.

Baseball practice came to an end and you walked onto the field to jump into Jeff’s arms. He caught you, lifting you off the ground to spin you around. Every time you touched felt like the first even after all this time of being together.

Yet it felt better this time. You held onto him tightly like it would be the last time. You don’t know what you would’ve done if you lost Jeff. He was your reason for living and breathing. He your best friend. You’re soul mate.

 “Damn baby.” He laughed, putting you down. “I know you like the way I look in my game pants but…”

“Well you’re ass does look incredible.” You smiled as he threw his arm over your shoulder.

“I love you.” He laughed, pulling you into kiss your lips.

 “I love you baby.” You smiled resting your head against his chest to listen to the sound of his heart beating. “For now and forever.”

A/N: Also, if you have any requests for a Jeff imagine, let me know. :)

***As always, none of the gifs are mine. 

Nights with you E.D

Originally posted by dolan-twins-fics


Warnings:None, really just swearing

Based off of “Nights with you” By MØ

“Girl, you’re gorgeous
Even though you might not always feel like it, but you are
And you’re worth it (yeah)
I assure you I would dye my hair in crazy colors
Just to make you smile”

Ethan’s Pov~

Y/n, the girl was. Well, everything to me, we were best friends,Me, Grayson, and y/n, that’s how it’s always been “The three musketeers if you will. We’ve been best friends since childbirth, even our mothers were best friends. And little did she know, her “Best friend” was in love with her. I loved her, not a “little crush”. I loved her, more than my self some times, she was everything to me, and she knew it. But, she never did anything with it. She had a boyfriend. There was no way, we could be together, she was with him, not me. Did i wish she was with me? Of course, but she’s happy, that’s all that matters. I would do anything to make her happy, and i did. 

Anything to make her happy, i did. One time, i can recall even dyeing my hair, just because she wanted me too!We were both bored that night, and she had the idea, of putting a blue streak in my “mop” of brown curls, and i agreed. And, i’ll never forget how much we laughed about it that night. Silly, yes. But, anything for her. I was whipped, she knew it, i knew it, hell, i’m pretty sure everyone knew it, what could i do? I’m hopelessly in love with her. And, even though she knew it, we were still friends, it was never awkward with her. Not, even when she rejected me, it hurt, a lot.But, we didn’t let it effect our friendship   She was, my love. Gorgeous, perfect, even if she thought otherwise, even if her boyfriend told her different. She was flawless in my eyes, breathtaking. And her smile, could light up a whole fucking room, that was maybe, well it was my favorite thing about her.

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It was a surge of affection that hit Adrien when he found her standing in the rain. She glanced up and their eyes met, bringing Adrien’s butterflies fluttering up to his chest. There she was. It was almost comical how he never made the connection. Marinette, who was courageous and kind and talented, clever, beautiful and so so many other things.  Of course she’s Ladybug, it’s perfect!, Adrien thought as a grin broke out on his face.

 Adrien didn’t care much for the rain that pelted his face as he started to make his way towards her, trying to contain as much happiness as he could. Marinette stepped forward, mouth opening to form words. “Adrien, I’m sorr-”

In a second, he’d slipped his arm around her waist, picked her up and silenced her. He’d kissed her for a full beat before pulling away to look at her tear stained face. “You were my first friend, Mari, my first partner, my first love and I wouldn’t have it other way. So don’t be sorry because I’m sure as hell not.”

Marinette looked at the boy beneath her. His lips were curled into a grin that lit up his green eyes. Marinette felt herself smile as she pulled Adrien in for another kiss.

concept: trans girl kaz

-she used to go by another name. not a soul knows it anymore. she made sure of it.

-she’s always taken in the rejects and the runaways, but she helps a few of them out personally. there was one-beck, they were called-who learned to always keep a small knife tucked in the hem of their pants, just in case. another, one a little younger, had learned from kaz how to plait their hair just so. no one else had taught her, kaz had said. it sounded almost defensive. 

-many found an irony in the cruel barrel boss’s kind reputation among the trans kids of ketterdam, but if any of them were in trouble, they knew kaz brekker will come at their call.

-one day a girl arrived among the dregs. kaz, until that point, hadn’t bothered to question…other aspects of her identity. she got enough questions as it was, and it wasn’t like she was particularly interested in the finer points of romance. but she was so beautiful. her name was imogen, and she taught kaz a few things herself. soon enough, though, kaz realized she couldn’t keep this up. as beautiful as the girl was, kaz wasn’t ever going to be enough for her, and she would never be enough for kaz to tear down her mask. only the lost children, the quiet runaways, the softhearted scoundrels ever even saw a peek beneath. so she moved on.

-but then there was another girl. and another.

-finally, one broke down her walls.

-she was a suli girl, one with long, dark hair, and a face her clients called “exotic” and other words kaz noticed she shivered at. most of all, she was skilled and precise, something kaz knew her haphazard band of thieves and scoundrels needed. a contract signed, a few item’s plucked from the brothel’s shelves, and inej ghafa was a member of the dregs.

-kaz learned things from her, too. she learned she was not infallible. she learned she was not immovable. she learned she was not really the cold and careless girl she presented herself as.

-she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen. kaz knew that in ravka, things were different. there were fabrikators everywhere and, rumor had it, a tailor who could help you-for a price, of course. but kaz had known many girls, and even disregarding the ever-present factor of someone deciding, suddenly , that kaz “wasn’t for them,” or one of the million other excuses, she wasn’t sure that her walls coming down was a good thing. after all, what was so terrible that it had to be contained?

-and so between her fear of both facing inej and facing herself, kaz brekker was silent. thank god inej wasn’t.

-there was the day, while kaz was writing checks and skimming through ledgers, that inej’s laughter at the antics of the crows in the window shot her clear through the heart. ”don’t feed the crows,” she said. what she meant was, don’t feed me, don’t feed this aching want. she meant, i can’t take this. she meant, i can’t take you.

-”don’t feed the crows,” she said.

-there was the day, while kaz was pushing down tear, that she prepared herself to cut her hair. it was necessary, she told herself. practical. long hair gave opponents something to grab, another way to control her. this was her choice, she reminded herself. and besides, the feeling of hair on her neck, damp with sweat, always sent a chill up her spine. 

-a creak of the door startled her. “i’ll be fine,” she said. what she meant was, i won’t be fine if you try to help, if you run your fingers through my hair and tug out the tangles and coif and pin in just so. she meant, my want is a wound that has me bleeding on the floor. she meant, inej, i love you.

-”i’ll be fine,” she said.

-slowly, she felt herself falling. inch by inch, piece by piece, the mask was dissolving, the walls collapsing. and there was nothing she could do but watch it happen. every laugh, every smile brought her closer to the brink. kaz wasn’t sure if this was heaven or hell. 

-there was the night, while kaz was lying in her bed, that kaz finally said what she meant.

-from then on things were better. not good, but better. four hands were better than two at pinning and cinching and curling and scrubbing. and, of course, at stealing. they were known ketterdam over as twin scourges of the night. word got around never to underestimate two girls, one in a suit and the other in leather armor and a cowl. never judge them by their tinkling laughs or their slowly batting eyelashes.

-kaz had learned plenty. but she still had so much to teach the men of the barrel.

Make Up Secks ft. Dean

I waited outside her door. I’ve been waiting for five damn minutes. I don’t even know why I’m here. I always find myself in this same position. Except for this time, I’m actually knocking on the door.

It’s been a month since we’ve talked and course it’s my fault. I’m in the wrong and now I have to fix things.

She finally opened it after an additional two minutes. Her face showed no emotion, unlike mine. I wore a more determined look. and I was.

“What do you want?” She shot me a death glare.

She was wearing my shirt. The one that I was looking for before I left to come here. Fucking ironic.

I decided to not answer her and just look into her house. I remembered when she used to let me in with a smile on her face. Now, since I broke her…

“Dean I don’t have time for your stupid shit. What is it?” She crossed her arms.

With a heavy sigh, I brushed pass her and into her house. She couldn’t really get mad. With the things that we did in this house, I could be here whenever I wanted.

I sat down on the couch and watched as she closed and locked the door. She leaned on the wall and faced me. Still no expression whatsoever.

I hated when she had to act like this. But what I hated most was that I was the cause for it.

“Dean.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” I finally said.

“I don’t want to hear it. You cheated. Why should I forgive you? I thought that you said you’ll never break my heart. But you did. I don’t want to forgive you.”

She covered her face with her small hands. She was crying but all that I could do was watch. I’m sure that she didn’t want me to touch her. But believe me, I wanted to…so fucking bad.

My heart couldn’t help but ache in pain. I felt so fucking worthless, like an asshole. I was drunk and stupid..

“Fuck it.” I mumbled, getting up and pulling her into my arms. She didn’t hug back but she began to cry louder.

“Y/n I swear I’m sorry. I promise you that it wasn’t in my intentions to cheat. I’m always working and baby shit gets hard. It’s even harder now without you. You are my number one and I would never hurt you on purpose. I just want for you to forgive me. Pl-”

She backed away from me. “Really Dean?! You really think that I’m supposed to just forgive you?!”

As much as I wanted to nod, I shook my head no and looked down. I closed my eyes trying to prevent tears from falling and hoped that she would just forgive me because I meant every word that I said.

“And please don’t call me dean. I’m Hyuk to you..”

I slowly moved my hand in front of my face since I felt tears rolling down. The fact that she was the only woman and person that could make me cry, was enough.

“I’m hurting just like you baby. I need you.” I sniffled and cleared my throat, I couldn’t look like I showed up to her house to cry. Not that that was a problem considering the fact that I was in love.

Out of no where, I was embraced into a hug. I opened my eyes and a smile automatically stretched across my lips.

“Baby?” I wiped my face.

She smacked her lips. “Shut up and fuck me. You got some making up to do.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I picked her up by her waist and carried her into her bedroom. Just like always, her lights were dimmed. Just how I like it.

Suddenly, she pulled me down onto the bed and flipped us over, straddling me.

“You wait a whole fucking month?” She asked referring to me taking a month to not apologize.

I opened my mouth to say something but she quickly covered it with her hand. “I don’t wanna hear it.” She began taking off my clothes.

After I was in nothing but my underwear, she looked me in my eyes.

“My turn.” She grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet, turning her back to me.

First, I took her shirt off and then her yoga pants. God her body was beautiful. Her tan skin…drove me insane.

She went over to her dresser to grab something. A scrunchie I’m guessing. After she tied up her hair, she turned to face me.

“Damn.” I said as I examined her lingerie.

“Take this off too.” She said pointing at the remains.

I was mesmerized as she began to move forward. I’m not gonna lie, my hands were shaky. I really had all of this to myself.

Slowly, I peeled the black see through fabric off. all while letting my cold fingers give a shock to her skin. the goosebumps that formed, showed me how much of an anticipating individual she was.

“Mhm.” I hummed, looking at the fine foreign woman in my life.

Unexpectedly, she pushed me on the bed and straddled me. “Cheat on me again and I will kill you okay?” I could see in her eyes that she meant every word.

I nodded and flipped us over so that I was on top of her in between her legs. “I promise baby.” I passionately tongue kissed her and her other set of lips.

As we kissed, she slid my underwear off with her feet. Realizing that the both of us were naked, I positioned my hardened member and her entrance. She let a soft moan escape her lips as I filled her with each inch. I sat there a moment, letting her get used to me again.

“You’re so fucking wet. Goddam y/n..” I grunted into her ear.

I kissed her one more time and then, I started stroking and grinding upward into her, hitting her spot. She wrapped her legs around my waist and stroked my hair.

“Faster Hyuk…!” She moaned.

I did as she said. Right when I sped up my pace, she started moaning uncontrollably. The sound of her moaning, our skin slapping each other, and the knocking on her wall from both the headboard and her next door neighbor was music to my ears.

She felt so good. I couldn’t believe myself and how I went so long without her. Feeling her tightness around me was like a breath of fresh air. Like I had been locked up, unable to breath correctly because she wasn’t around for me to fuck, love, and care for.

“Y/n..” I groaned as she licked and sucked my neck. There were most definitely gonna be hickeys there.

A few minutes later, we slowed down. I let her get up just so we could get in another position that I couldn’t wait for.

She got on her knees and bent over, I never understood why she arched her back until she told me the third time we had sex. I can admit, I was fucking innocent back then.

It was for a better fucking. And she could hold the position so well and so long, it was what drove me to make her scream her throat out.

I pushed myself into her, earning a long satisfying moan from her. “I love you…Hyuk…” She gripped the sheets and closed her eyes.

I noticed that her eyes would roll back and she would actually drool when I go my deepest and slowest. That was the best reaction that I got from her during sex.

I rubbed all over her body while she threw it back. Damn, it was a sight. The way she would move forward and then have her ass meet my hips..man.
An hour later, we came together. We showered and had another round. Fast forward to now and we were cuddling.

“Mochaaa..?” I poked her.

“Hmm?” She was almost sleep, curled up into my arms.

“Promise me that we won’t break up ever again. If we get into an argument we need to settle the shit then and there. Enough with being petty.” I gave her my pinky.

“Promise.” She took it.

I moved her curls from the side of her face and left kisses from her forehead, to her lips, to her neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She grabbed my hand and kissed it.

That night, I spent at her house. I’m lucky as hell to have this girl.


just a little something..you know 😛

–request box open af

Persona 3 reader x female Phantom Thieves

Small something since I wasn’t sure if people like Persona 3 anymore. Fem persona 3 reader x female Phantom Thieves. So suicide persona summoning warning incase.


| Futaba Sakura

• What the hell was wrong with you. How could you do such a thinking about leaving her behind?! Futaba was screaming insults at your dead corpse as she laid on the floor, watching shadows zoom in on your form. The smile you gave her as you lifted your skirt to bring out a gun to end it. Futaba saw you smile as you brought the cool metal up to the side of your head. “Don’t worry Fuatab-chan.” Her sweet voice called out before swiftly turning away.

• Closing her eyes, so she wouldn’t have to witness another death of someone close to her, she couldn’t watch her girlfriend die. Futaba couldn’t let her heart get hurt again. She waited for a blood curling scream of agony but heard of a contract being made, “I am thou…Thou art I” was your calm voice heard over the chaos of shadows swarming upon her love. She opened her eyes to you dodging attacks, giving expert commands as if this was a game and using tactics to narrow down weaknesses. Until it was over.

• Coming back to the real world she tackled you and curled up on her girlfriend’s lap, snuggling into her chest for warmth. That lasted for about 30 seconds before Futaba launched into a interrogation of what the hell she did to summon her persona. “It’s called a Evoker and it helps me summon my persona.” Futaba needed alot more data on this and why the summoning techniques were different. “I can only summon it when I accept my death.” Futaba cried until her girlfriend explained it a different way.

| Ann Takamaki

• Her screams pierced the air of Mementos. Her blue eyes expected to follow your body to hit the floor the moment you shot yourself in the head. If only you had given her time to save you. If only you had given her a chance to explain all this to you. If only you hadn’t chased her down into the lower levels of Mementos to chase their target down. The only dangerous thing was how high leveled the shadows became more dangerous down here.

• Hearing your voice as you screamed out a command to save yourself from a shadow that had slithered out of the darkness before Ann could make it to your side, out of range for her whip to fight back the shadow, before she could step in. She saw you pull out a gun, a real one, and shoot yourself to summon a ferocious beat that made chew toys out of the shadows that tried to kill you. She stood still in shock at what was happening before her. What was happening?

• You threw off your heels, as the heel snapped on one of them, and stood back up to finish off the rest of the monsters. Ann shook off her shock and ran to your side to help fight off the remaining shadows and drag you somewhere safe. She hugged you for a moment before standing back, trying to figure out what to say, “What did I just see? How? Just what?-” giggling you pressed your soft lips against her cheek, “I’m a persona user too. Just not like you or the rest of the Phantom Thieves.” You gave a her a cheeky smile before holding her hand and heading back to Leblanc.

| Makoto Niijima

• All she could do was run to you. That was it. Stopping dead in her tracks the moment she heard the bullet become released from it’s metal cage. Tears welled up in her eyes as she muffled the scream with her hands. The wicked smile you gave her as you pointed it under your jaw was something only you would do - you matched her level of crazy and free. The voice that screamed, “Persona!” a giant persona surrounded you, giving you a ethereal effect in a light blue glow.

• Makoto dried her eyes as she hoped to see your curvy figure’s back towards her. Her burgundy eyes locked onto the way your hair flowed in the wind as you have command, after command, that matched bullet, after bullet. The way you beat down all those shadows in Mementos, to save her after seeing her friends being worn down from a boss fight - they had barely scraped by from a Reaper battle. You reminded her of a Valkyrie in a war.

• Makoto watched as you simply, barely struggled, against the shadows of Mementos. Your pink lips smiled in her direction as your hurried by her side, skirt swishing,l from side to side, as you helped her up. “I know you have allot of questions Makoto. I know you’re worried but wait until you’re better for them. Just know that this is my Evoker, so I can summon my persona whenever I need to.” Makoto passed out. She couldn’t question how you got them out of there but did you did answer all her other questions pertaining to your persona skills.

| Haru Okumura

• Sinking to her knees the moment she saw that you held your fingers to your lips, a soft “Shhhh”, as your other hand supplied a gun to the side of your forehead. She held her breathe as you sent her sink before pulling the trigger. You had to protect her from the swarm of high level shadows in the palace when you had followed her and the rest of the Phantom Thieves. She stayed back to protect you until a shadow cut into her arm for a small gash.

• You have stepped up. You had ran, your heels clicking onto the pavement as you forced the shadows’ attention onto you. You had to protect her girlfriend and you would have to give up your secret to do so. Haru was worth it. There was no hesitation as you pulled the trigger, you would save the girl you loved. Haru watched as you summoned multiple personas to combat the shadows that descended upon you both as they alarmed more to come.

• Haru couldn’t help but feel amazed at how you were able to keep all those shadows at bay, without her help, until the rest of the group came back to save the both of you. Akira came in and helped her girlfriend, both worked well together as Makoto and Ann came and healed up her gash. “___ how are you able to use a persona?” Haru questioned as she ran to her lover’s side. Seeing you sheepish look as you showed her your gun, “This is my Evoker, it’s how I’m able to summon my persona.” You explained to Haru and the rest of the Phantom Thieves.

"It doesn't matter if I love you.. does it?" - Carl Grimes x Reader

Please do NOT reblog or re-post this. I spend time on these kinds of imagines, and I want you to respect that. Thank you.

You still recall how he mustered the courage and told you how he felt, how caring and loving he could really be. Just a few months ago, you made the decision to elude from the cruel world you dwelled within and meet a completely new part of life. You remember how happy you used to be when Carl developed a relationship with you and told that he ‘loved you’. You look back on the moment when you two shared an innocent lip lock, and then proceeded to become slightly bolder with one another. You had tendered him your heart and your love, and he did so equally. That was until Carl’s greed began leading him elsewhere, away from you. You still recall the words he exuded, and even if his voice was smooth and calming like dark chocolate, the meaning of them burned and etched your heart like biting acid.

‘I just don’t think we should see each other anymore.’ he said.

You should just get over it and move on.’

You still remember how your heart shrank back and cracked deeply, pounding weakly against your ears. The words were harsh and bit sharply at your stabbed feelings which ached painfully within your chest. Your lungs had shriveled and cut your air supply suddenly; even oxygen seemed bitter at that unforgettable moment.

Carl had been with Enid after he gave you the cold shoulder and left you, and the pain was unbearably vast as if it was an illness which spread gradually within your body and murdered you slowly. Those scattered pieces of your soul came and collected Michael, a newcomer within the welcoming community of Alexandria. The boy was around the age of Carl, just a few years older than you. Michael befriended you with friendly manners and was always sweet and kind to you; just like Carl. But, there was something different about him. He stood by your side patiently, waiting for you to become confident and spill the things tormenting your heart. You told him everything about Carl, how he left you that simply, as if he never felt a thing. After the consolation and comfort of Michael, you also began feeling warm toward him, just like he did. You are now what somebody would call a young couple, and you slowly begin recovering from the pain, but never getting over Carl. You have commenced avoiding him every time destiny brings your paths close, especially now that his new girlfriend is wrapped around his arm like a glove.

You are openly chatting with Michonne, feeling the aura around you cheerful and happy. After the Saviors’ fall, Rick made the decision to throw a small feast so that everybody could enjoy their long-abided triumph and drink a glass of wine in memory of the great people that gave their lives for their win.

You smile as the woman eyes you happily and kindly returns the affectionate sign. “I’ll see you later, yeah? After I get done with Rick’s nagging, I’m gonna be right back.” The dark-skinned woman jests with a bright smile, gently patting your shoulder.

“Okay. I hope to see you again, later,” You softly tell, your voice quiet and faltering as you speak. A small smile tickles your pink lips and you can’t help but show a full beam as you say your goodbyes. Your head turns and you exude a giggle as you watch Maggie gently cradling her child, with Michael offering his aid to her. The baby has Glenn’s remarkable eyes and owns Maggie’s delicate nose, as a sign that both of her parents will never be forgotten.

You approach with a small beam and Maggie’s mouth peels into a delightful smile as she sees you.

“You guys enjoying yourselves?” You joke gently, your eyes narrowing as a large grin overpowers your lips. Michael’s eyebrows raise with amusement as you draw closer, playing with the glass in your sweaty palms. He gives you a look, as if to ask if you’re okay and you bow your head with a reassuring smile. You faintly hear the baby nagging within Maggie’s embrace, and the woman sighs, gently cradling the child within her hug.

“Excuse me for a moment.. she’s just so stubborn.. just like her father.” Maggie quietly sighs, her half-smile falling flat as she recalls her husband. The woman withdraws, going somewhere private to hush her baby, her eyes visibly collecting with tears. You give Michael a sympathetic look and the boy leans forth, taking your hand in his. He runs his thumb over your sore knuckles and you faintly smile, laying your head against his shoulder, feeling a little dizzy from the hubbub all about. You let your eyes dance around like gleaming beads of glass and feel a small bit of warmth in your heart as you view the happiness enclosing around you. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t bump into Carl in your way here. He must be around here, certainly. If the Sheriff’s son isn’t going to set foot in the feast his father put together, then who will?

You relax next to Michael and tediously glance about, watching the lights and the faces. As you imagined, Carl is here. He’s here, and his gaze is fixated upon you. You shift nervously, watching as he stands at the other end of the room with a glass in his hand. He seems angry, irked and somewhat irritated. You cold fingers lace with Michael’s and you bury your face against his shoulder, trying to ignore the young man eyeing you from a distance. Carl’s gaze is piercing and menacing; his eye is burning with blue flames that dance about wildly, raged and roused. What does he want from you? You can see his lips briefly moving as if he’s saying something and can view as his jaw locks and his eye squints, averting almost instantly.

“You okay, babe? Does your head hurt?” questions Michael gently, sensing your uncomfortable state. His eyebrows slant together in worry and you can’t help but show him a weak smile.

“Yeah, I.. I’m feeling a little dizzy. I’m gonna go home, okay, Mikey? I just want to relax a bit..” The boy nods at you and fondly kisses you on the head, lightly caressing your hair.

“Okay. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there in a while, too. I’m just gonna see how Maggie’s doing.”

You tiredly smile at your company and let his hand go, waving wearily toward his direction. You house isn’t really far from the Grimes’ residence. You just stride for solid five minutes, your feet dragging you lazily as you venture forward. A sentiment of relief washes over your fatigued body as your house peers from behind the others, and you impatiently stumble forth, clambering up the timbered steps. You reach for the key in your pocket and clumsily unlock the door, feeling the warm aura of you house shower your skin as you step inside. Closing it behind you, you exude a long, loud groan, pressing your trembling hand against the wall of the couch which adorns your living room. You kick your shoes off, sighing with pure relief as you step on the wood freely, delving your fingers in the roots of your hair and messing it up.

“Did my presence really bother you that much?” A voice calls thickly from the corner of the room, echoing strongly within the four walls. Your shoulders flinch and your ears immediately recognize the throaty low; you can tell by the way he’s speaking his teeth are gritted and his jaws are clenched.

“What do you want, Carl?” Just testing the name brings a familiar bitterness at the back of your tongue, and your flushed face shrivels as your turn to glower at him. You eyebrows twitch slightly as you look at him; standing mutely with the company of the shadows. Carl seems a bit–no, very scary as you gradually observe him. You silently wonder if he’s going to drag that dagger from his belt and shove it in your throat; your mouth becomes dry as you watch him lift his head and look at you. However, your curiosity pushes you to get on his nerves, even if he looks like.. this.

“I really want to hear your shitty excuse about you breaking into my house.” You admit quietly and settle your arms on your hips, a sneer tugging at your mouth. Your words send his eyebrows up, and the young man’s pale eye broadens, but only slightly.

“Actually,” He rumbles, coughing purposely to clear his throat. “Actually, I wanted to talk.” The boy confesses, slowly emerging from the shadows and approaching you. He looks serious, completely serious, and that’s what scares you the most. His eye looks at your glowing face every now and then, as if it’s seeking for something.

“O..kay.” You concede lowly, your heart slamming rhythmically beneath your ribs. “W, what about?” You falter, your hands briefly shaking as you listen to his words.

“About us.”

“Us? Carl there is no ‘us’. Not anymore. You made sure of that.” You hiss behind your teeth, your eyes burning with an angry dolor. “You ended it. You hurt me. What else do you want so that you’ll be fucking satisfied?”

The words roll off your tongue on their own; you don’t get the chance to consider them before spilling uncontrollably. Carl lowers his head, biting on his rosy lip as he feels his eye welling up with tears.

“It’s just.. I don’t know, (Y/n). I really..I really fucking miss you.”

Your bottom lip quivers, but you shake your head, refusing to get hurt again.

“Oh- that’s great- now you’re feeling things? Where the hell were these tears when I was begging you to stay with me– now that I’m walking away, now you have the audacity to cry? Do me the favor, Carl, and don’t fuck this up for me. I’m.. I’m happy..you’re happy. If you love her, Carl, go back to her. Why do you have to destroy me again like this?” Carl’s expression changes into a tight-lipped frown and his fingers curl into clenched fists as he hears the sadness ghosting over your trembling voice. He has caused all this, all your depression and fading anger. Your eyes lock for a moment, and your lips briefly fall from one another as you sense it; You never really stopped loving him. He never stopped loving you either. It’s almost as if you’re telepathic and can feel one another’s emotions. You almost get lost in his remorseful gaze, but avert your eyes with a broken laugh.

“You know what’s the problem with you? It’s that you don’t know what you want, you just can’t decide, can you? Even if you’re sorry, Carl, nothing’s gonna change anything. I..I have something great going on with Michael. I don’t want to lose that..not again.” You’re panting by now, your lungs filling and exhaling rapidly as you stare at him with a look that expresses sheer pain.

“I want you..” You begin with a whimper, fidgeting with your cold, short fingers. “I.. I want you to go.”

Carl’s brows furrow at your words, and the young man scoffs as he takes a stride closer to you.

“You don’t love him.” Blurts Carl bitterly, as if he’s comforting his own self. His heart feels weak as it beats within his chest, desperately hoping you’ll agree with his idiotic words.

“You don’t know how I feel! Michael.. he has made me happy. You should just get over it and move on! You remember that, don’t you? You said it yourself, after all.”

Carl’s innards shrivel painfully at the words, and the young man clouds his expression with a depressed frown. Your answer stabs sharply at his aching heart, and he can suddenly feel how shit he made you feel when he talked so harshly and made your skin crawl. He still recalls that expression your face had when he told you these foul words; your wide eyes red and full with pained tears, your cheeks flushed and wet with water, your lips trembling as you tried to stutter something in retort. He left you like that, your poor body shaking wholly as you heard the door behind him slam. And then, silence. That’s exactly how he felt. He thought he was about to cry, but he sucked in a deep breath and stared at you with pure disbelief, biting down at his quivering lip to cease the tears from falling. He still remembers your tired smile, how your eyes would gleam with happiness every time you would look at him, how your comfort was the sheer medicine he needed. Carl missed that. He missed you, all of you. Now, he had screwed up, and lowered his head, refusing to accept that he had let you slip from his hands just like that.

“I.. I really loved you, Carl. I r-really fucking loved you. B-but that wasn’t enough for you, I get it. That’s okay. Now it’s over, anyway.” You bite your red lips, cursing yourself as you let a tear roll down your cheek.

“Please.. don’t say that.” Carl stammers half-heartedly, carefully approaching you. You flinch as he slowly takes a hold of your hand, and your eyes grow huge as your fingers lock together. He almost forgot how soft your hands felt, even if they were weary and carried uncountable scars on their tormented complexion. Carl laughs weakly at himself for an instant and shakes his head vigorously, his wooly tresses brushing against the sides of his face as he mutters to himself incoherently. The aura around you is stale and heavy, and time seems to stop its’ pass for a moment and just shatter all around you. You don’t find anything to say, so you just stand there like a gleaming statute of ice, your hand in his. Carl lifts his eye and looks at you, somewhat hopeful and hopeless, all at the same.

“It doesn’t matter if I love you.. does it?” You stare in disbelief, eyes clouded with broken, forgotten feelings. Bullshit.

“You don’t love me, Carl. You don’t love me- you never loved me– because you don’t destroy the things you love!” You haul your hand away, feeling your legs carrying you rearwards. Your eyes tingle potently as you glare at him, your face withered and wilted. Carl’s eye flinches and stares at you with woe, his heart pounding his eardrums with an untamable rhythm. The expression he wears shows that he is hurt– deeply hurt and let down. Before he can utter another word, you elevate your voice sharply, your voice low and throaty as it echoes within the four walls of the room.

Leave. Get out of my house. I don’t.. I can’t, Carl. Get out, because this is not going to end well..”

Carl remains silent, considering his next moves very, very carefully. The young man strides unto you, his footsteps booming as he ventures to strut past you and leave. But, that doesn’t happen. Carl hooks his fingers around your wrist and hauls you toward him, his unrestrained arm bolting firmly around your waist. You don’t do anything, you don’t have the time to. His mouth locks with yours, and your breath leaps to your throat, unsteady and briefly confused. Your eyes quail as you instantly recognize his hold on you, his gentle warmth, those godforsaken lips. You really give in for a moment, closing your weary eyes and taking it all in, knowing that you’re never going to feel that again. How your body shivers and raises goosebumps, how his hair lightly pecks your forehead, how his lips wrap around yours and fit as if perfectly. You feel slightly light-headed, but your brain snaps you back into reality and you immediately bring your shaky arms and push him away.

Your mouths pop with a hardly audible sound, lips reddened and eyes heavily hooded. You pant softly, but quickly regain your breath and calm your thwacking chest. You resist saying ‘screw it’ and the succulent notion of leaning up to kiss him again, and try to form a sentence, anything to break the inflammatory aura enclosing around you.

“Stop this, Carl! Just.. just..” Before you can finish what you have left to say, you can hear the front door opening from behind you and your heart hops to your mouth as you turn around and look with nervous eyes. Michael is standing there, and his wide smile falls flat once he sees the young man opposite you. The boy’s brown eyes squint as they glare at Carl, and his jaw locks suddenly. He makes it loud and clear that he loathes the Sheriff’s son, even if he doesn’t say anything; however, his reactions do.

“Hey, Mike. What’s up, man?” Carl respires breathily, jamming his hands at his front pockets. You approach Michael’s side, mouthing him gentle words and pleading him to not commence an abrupt fight. You fondle his shoulder, and your words seem a blur as his eyes dance between your fond face and Carl’s cold expression. The two males trade harsh looks and glares; the only thing that barricades their abided, foul mouthfuls of profanities is you standing between them. You try and act carefully, telling Michael that he doesn’t need to worry, but you also can’t ignore Carl’s sharp gaze burning cavities all over your back.

“Mikey, Carl was just passing by; he wanted to tell me something. He’s leaving now.” Carl’s expression slightly falters as your discourse settles an extra weight on his heart, but his incisive glare remains as he breathes out hotly from his mouth.

“Yeah, I was just leaving,” says Carl, his boots clattering and booming against the wood below as he strides forth to reach the door. His blue eye shoots an evident leer at you; a look that’s you try to not take notice of. As the young man passes beside Michael, he is stopped as the brown-eyed lad slams his hand on his shoulder, his pupils dilated with visible ire.

“If I catch you around my girlfriend again, I’ll tear your throat out, alright, Grimey? We’re gonna discuss this tomorrow. Like men.” The blue in Carl’s eye rages furiously as he shoves Michael’s hand from his arm, and he remains completely silent, jamming the boy’s shoulder as he struts by moodily and goes to the door. The young man shows you a last, empty expression before he uncorks the door and slams it behind him, making the door whack against its’ frame.

You flinch slightly at the loud sound, and feel as Michael gently grasps your hand, faintly squeezing it in his. You look up at the boy’s eyes and smile briefly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“The asshole didn’t do anything, did he?” He questions huskily, eyeing you over as worry swims within his devoted eyes. You give a small giggle, shaking your head lightly at his cute expression.

“I’m okay, Mikey. Don’t worry. Let’s go to bed , now, yeah?” Michael nods his head at your suggestion, offering a sheepish smile as he slides and arm around your waistline and smooches your tresses. Your heart is beating vividly beneath your ribs and slamming loudly against your eardrums, but, somehow, it’s not because of your boyfriend. Your mind is still keen on Carl, and how delirious he looked. You still recall his sweet kiss and those carnal lips, and sigh, nipping at the inside of your cheek as you feel your heart flutter within your sternum. You shouldn’t be thinking of him. You shouldn’t, but you are. You shake your head, pursuing after Michael blindly as you try to wash off the notion. Carl can’t be serious.

However, you have no idea how serious Carl was being before. He stands outside your house, his dark, boyish silhouette outstanding as the pallid moonlight lathers the side of his form. His sharp eye is keen your window, and the young man exhales fervently as he watches the light close abaft the silky curtain. His intense frown breaks by a twisted, stretched smile, and the boy grins deucedly, gripping the handle of the dagger held in his belt. He drags the large blade from its’ sheath and examines it with his slender fingers, biting his lip to beat his wide, crazed smile. The only thing he can imagine is shoving the blade in Michael’s stomach; just letting him bleed out in torment until his vision reflects black.

“Your girlfriend, huh, Mikey?”mutters Carl beneath his hot breath, his eye twitching slightly, as if maddened. “Yeah, man. We’ll see ‘bout that.”


“Hi, could you write one where Harry and Y/N get into a fight and at one point, in frustration, Harry rises his arm in the air for no reason, but Y/N flinches because her last boyfriend had hit her a few times and Harry doesn’t know about that so when Y/N backs off with fear in her eyes Harry gets all sad because she thought that he would hit her and when she tells him why they make up?”

Sorry it’s so short :/ Hope you like it!



The fight has been going on for hours now and Y/n couldn’t remember about what they were fighting for, but she knew Harry was mad. He was beyond mad. And she was scared.

The setting was very familiar, she have been in this position before and it didn’t end well. Her ex-boyfriend was very abusive and hit her a thousand times when they were dating. It took a lot for her not to run for her life right now, because althought she knew Harry wouldn’t hit her, she still was scared for life.

“Harry, please, stop screaming I’m…”

“NO Y/N I WON’T BECAUSE I’M BLOODY FRUST…” Harry through his arms in the air and that’s when hell broke loose.

Before he could understand what’s going on, Y/n it’s curled in a ball on the floor, with her arms protecting her head, whispering “Please, don’t hit me, I’m sorry.”

“Babe…” All of his anger was gone and he’s on his knees in front of the love of his life, trying to understand why she was so scared of him. “You… You thought I was going to hit you?”

She looked up, trying to say “No” but that was exactly what she thought. A part of her knew Harry wasn’t like her ex-boyfriend, but she was still very scared.

He tried to reach out for her, but she backed away scared.

“Love, I’m not gonna do anything. Please, Y/n, I would never hit you. Why do you think I would be even capable of that?” Harry knew the problem wasn’t exactly with him. She wasn’t scared of him, she was scared of being hit. Someone hit her once? The pure thought makes Harry wanna punch whomever laid a finger on this beautiful girl.

“It was Aiden.” She whispered. She knew he wanted to know who traumatized her.

“Aiden what, love?” Harry asked, his voice just above a whisper and a lump in his throat.

“He… He hit me. More than once. That’s why I got so scared that you…”

“Oh babe…” Harry took her in his arms and she hugged him. “I would never do the same, you know that, right? Aiden is a dick and you have no idea how much I want to kill him right now for doing such a horrible thing with you. I’m not Aiden and I need you to know I’m never gonna do anything like that. Do you believe in me? Do you trust in me, love?”

“Yes.” Something in his voice made her 100% positive that he would keep his promise. He wouldn’t hurt her like Aiden did. Harry was different, he was special.

“I love you, my angel.” He whispered, kissing her head.

“I love you too.”

Royal AU // closed w/ @nosefornews

Royal balls were hell to say the least.

Well, of course they were fun in theory. Piper loved to dance and guest lists usually had interesting people from interesting places. But in practice, it was loud, crowded, and she was easily ignored in favor of her radiantly lovely older sisters. Not that she minded. It gave her a chance to hide away somewhere. To curl up in some quiet corner of the grounds until everyone left. It wasn’t like anyone would notice the disappearance of the youngest princess.


Obvious Delight

 “You’re so warm…” Cooing softly like a pampered child, Hana nuzzled closer into to the warmth of his chest. Arms tightly wrapped around his waist, the Nohrian noble even slid one step closer, playfully shoving him as if the hug alone didn’t fully catch his attention.

 Ah well, Takumi was still thrilled beyond belief to receive such an attention; the prince knew she was only like this toward him.

 “Geez…” Chuckling once to stifle the embarrassment that brightly splashed his face, Takumi showered more and more loving kisses to the top of her head. His lips then slid down to her forehead, soft lips brushing the smooth skin until he reach the top end of her deep scar. His eyes still closed, Takumi pulled back just the slightest so that he could continue his silent little kissing fit.

 One hand gingerly patting the back of her head, Takumi traced his kisses to the black scar that was marked across her right eye. Mmchu, mmchu, his lips pecked and stroked softly, nose then gently brushing her own that it burst out a sheepish, blissful giggle from her warm, pink, mouth-


 Takumi then stopped. 

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Emma makes a decision about “the next level,” written from the Team “Haven’t Done It” perspective. Unbetaed/unedited. Rated S for Sexual Frustration (and Smut). 1.6k words of coffee time. 

Emma would happily - silently -  admit, there was never a time when her pirate wasn’t the sexiest being on the face of the planet. 

It caught her off guard most of the time. She’d discover her gaze glued to his strong form outstretched on the couch, book opened at his lap. She released the plush skin of her lip she didn’t know she had been biting at the sight of him leaning over to tie his boots. She’d catch her fingers graze gently over her neck and lips as she imagined what it would be like if he was the one touching her. 

It was her favorite distraction.

It was also the most frustrating. 

Killian Jones either needed to be locked away out of her sight, or close enough that she could ravage him properly to her heart’s content. She doubted he would disagree. It was a wonder she hadn’t done it sooner, or even at all! How long had they been together now and they still hadn’t taken that ultimate step?

It’s not like her overwhelming love for him made it any easier, either. She wanted to show him just how just how staggering the adoration was in her veins. 

She wanted him, and if she had to wait much longer, there would be hell to pay. 

So when Killian came home from working on The Jolly Roger, trudging through the threshold of their house, Emma could feel a familiar warm ache settling in her belly. In the soft, warm light of the evening, he glistened with hard earned sweat, a scent of salt and leather trailing behind him. Upon seeing her, he radiated even more with pure bliss, a smile breaking across his cheeks. 

Gods above, someone needed to tell the man to tone it down. It was too much. 

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Request:  hi can i get an imagine where everyone lives and you are teddy’s little sister and remus is a teacher again and they find out that you have a boyfriend. little sister looks like remus but a metamorphmagus like tonks. thank you :)

Y/N and her boyfriend of three months sat on the sofa in the Y/H common room. Curled up by the heat of the fire, his head on her lap as she read. They had been talking for hours but now they were just enjoying each others company, in silence.

Teddy Lupin, Y/N’s older brother by 2 years suddenly appeared through the portrait door and saw his sister getting kissed by a random 5th year. Now, Teddy being the protective asshole older brother he is, stormed over.

“Ok what the hell is happening here!?” He yelled,

“Oh for the love of Merlin, Teddy. I have a boyfriend. Get over it” She rolled her eyes, Teddy didn’t know what to do.

“I’m telling dad” He announced,


“Nope, I’m doing it” and he strolled out of the painting and up to his fathers office. He told Remus straight up. Remus rolled his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Teddy, why are you telling me this?”


“Ted! She’s a teenage girl, a sensible one at that and she will be fine, leave her be. I didn’t fuss over you and Victorie and I wont do it now just because she’s a girl” Remus explained, “so if theres nothing else, I’d like to continue my marking”

Teddy left with a new realization that maybe leaving his sister to make her own mistakes was a good thing.

The signs as my (imaginary or otherwise) lovers
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> boy with sunset hair and envy eyes- he never believed in our stars, he never believed in me<p/><b>Taurus:</b> auburn freckles and almost blown kisses, small voice, looking through windows for just a glance<p/><b>Gemini:</b> bubblegum lips, straw blonde hair, smiling like she's telling me a joke but we're just studying<p/><b>Cancer:</b> alligator tears, painting our nails in her room at 3 am, leaning on her shoulder as we talk about our fears<p/><b>Leo:</b> the day I learn to love myself, flashing eyes, staring in a car mirror, sunsets and sunrises, dyed hair<p/><b>Virgo:</b> looking for ourselves in puddle reflections, forgetting each others birthday but not our favourite harry potter book<p/><b>Libra:</b> perfectly curving lips, she makes my envy run wild, but our hearts are similar in only a platonic way<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> four years of hidden love for the boy with golden eyelashes and copper hair, telling myself someday<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> we were close to love, but only managed lust, I wanted to draw her, her curls in my fingers<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> we had our deepest conversations in the car, being so tired she almost falls asleep at the wheel<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> cuddling under tables at birthday parties, a crush I didn't realise was a crush, lightest blue eyes<p/><b>Pisces:</b> cursing her boyfriend to hell and back, secretly dyeing her hair, so small I could put her in my backpack<p/></p>
legit the first miraculous fanfiction I've written so here you are


Oh dear god.

He hadn’t noticed the beeps from his ring. He hadn’t noticed the time running out. He didn’t register anything, not when he was talking to her, the girl who made time skip by like it didn’t matter. He hadn’t realised he had transformed back, back to his normal self, Adrien Agreste. Right before Ladybug’s eyes.

“Oh god - oh my god -” he panicked, realising the situation. His identity was blown. “Ladybug - wait - how do you know my name?” She stuttered and her eyes grew wide beneath her mask. The dim street lights made her face glow like the moon above them and he realised that now was the worst time to realise how damn gorgeous she was.

“Because you know me,” she whispered. Her earring bleeped warningly; a flash of light removed her costume and she became the girl he’d always seen, but never truly noticed. Until now.

“Marinette?” Adrien breathed. How hadn’t he seen it before? She was every bit as beautiful as Ladybug; no, even more so, now her mask was gone. Her brazenness and her innocence balanced each other so insanely well he didn’t know it was possible; she was looking at him like everything was hinging on this moment, his reaction to seeing her as she truly was…

“I would have told you,” she murmured under her breath, “I just thought, you, you’d never love me as me, as Marinette; Ladybug’s so much better at this than I am, it’s why everything is so easy when I’m her, why it’s easier to talk to you -”

“But -” he stammered, “there’s nothing special about me!”

“Yes there is!” She wrung her face in her hands in exasperation. “You’re Adrien Agreste!”

“And you’re Ladybug!”

Marinette mentally slapped herself in the face.

“Does it matter now? Does any of this matter? Realistically we should we just stop fighting together; I mean our cover’s blown now and so it means we’re ridiculously vulnerable to Hawkmoth because we could be attacked in our own homes and it’s probably about ten times more dangerous than it was before and it’s all my fault; I didn’t leave in time and I’ve just put you in all this danger -”

“Marinette -”

“And not to mention our friends and family! They’re going to be first in line now! Oh my God, my mama and papa, everything, if I’d have just left -”

“Marinette!” Her eyes snapped open, wide. He swallowed, hard, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Shut up.” In spite of herself, she let out a tiny whimper which could have been of fear, it could have been a giggle. He simply didn’t know.

He took her hand in both his own as he’d done with her alter ego so many times before. He kissed it softly and for the first time, she didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him by the hand so she was pressed against his chest, wrapped into an embrace. He melted into her and he fully realised how small she was, how her fragile, willowy frame fitted his lithe and wiry one like they were built for each other.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she mumbled into his shirt and he gripped her tighter at that. His hand anchored her to the earth, fastened to her lower back. “I longed to tell you, God, I needed to tell you -”

“I felt like I was living two separate lives, loving you both,” he replied, his fingers weaving through her hair, “and I was living with guilt, trying to choose between you and Ladybug. I loved you both, but now,” he opened his eyes, a bottle green meeting a cyan blue,  "I don’t have to.“ 

He smiled helplessly as he drew away from her. Marinette’s hands were still latched to his shoulders and his were resting in the dip in her waist. Her face broke into a smile so wide it must have stretched from ear to ear and she wound her fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips.

He’d always dreamt of kissing Ladybug, even thought about Marinette a couple of times too, but now he could kiss both and not feel guilty about it. There would be no more sleepless nights pondering the two and trying to decide which would cause him the most pain to leave. Now, he knew that they were one and the same and he could take her into his arms and hold her forever knowing that he could love them both entirely. And damn, she was good at this. Part of him wondered with trepidation and slight envy how she learnt to kiss so well (and more importantly who the HELL had been her tutor) but another part of him wanted to thank them for teaching his lady so… Expertly.

When they drew away eventually, both were breathing hard and heavy and their hair was a tangled mess (not that Adrien’s wasn’t already ruffled, but thanks to Marinette now it was even more so). He grinned at her and she didn’t look at him but her mouth was curled deliciously into a smile, one he’d seen so many times and one he loved so much.

"No matter what happens,” he murmured, “I promise I’ll protect you. Whatever happens, I’ll be there and I’ll never let you get hurt. I swear Marinette.”

“Between you and me,” she replied, a little more than a whisper and a little smile playing with the corner of her mouth, “I think I can protect us both well enough. Don’t you?”

“It’s why I love you, my lady,” Adrien replied with a bow that could only have been from Chat Noir and he kissed her hand which now made her laugh and blush rather than push him away.

“You dork,” she grinned before pulling him close and he closed the gap between them which had remained open for far too long. They were sure as hell glad they decided to change that. With immediate effect.


As Long As You Love Me Imagine Part 1:

You laughed just as Jason turned onto your street “You want me to pull in or drop you here?” He asked glancing at you for a moment “My dad is still at work, you can pull in and come inside for a while if you want.” You smiled squeezing his hand gently, he nodded before continuing to your driveway where he put in the code making the gates swing open allowing him to pull up the driveway.

The two of you both got out of the car “You look like puppy.” You giggled poking one of his cheeks playfully, he rolled his eyes and before you could react he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up in the air before turning in a circle, you laughed uncontrollably as he spun you repeatedly “What the hell is going on here?” In an instant Jason set you back on the ground, you quickly turned to face your father who was fuming with anger “Dad, your home.” You stated taking a small step towards him “Um Jason was just dropping me off so I-“ He cut you off with a scuff “The school called, you skipped school to go whore around with this loser?” Your dad spat motioning towards Jason with disgust.

“It was my fault sir, not hers.” Jason said lowly making, your dad took a step towards him and without warning his fist came forward and connected with his nose “Jason!” You yelled crouching down by him, his hands were cupped around his nose already covered in blood “Y/N go inside.” Your father demanded tugging your arm roughly, you pulled from his grip before returning to Jason’s side “Baby please do what he says okay, I’ll be alright.” Jason wiped the blood from his nose before standing up.

“How many times have I told you not to be around my daughter McCann? She doesn’t need some low life like you around her so why don’t you go home to that whore of a mother you have and never speak to my daughter again.” You stood speechless staring at Jason whose jaw clenched at the mention of his mom, his fists curled at his side as he let out a puff of air “I love your daughter sir and honestly there is nothing you can say or do that will ever stop me from loving her.” He spoke boldly, you watched as your father rubbed his jaw slowly “Ya know kid if I were you id get the hell out of here before something serious happens.” Jason looked at you with an expression that was unreadable before he turned and walked to his car.

“Get in the house Y/N.” Your dad grumbled not taking his eyes off of Jason’s car which sped down the driveway until it was out of site “I FUCKING HATE YOU, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RIN EVERY GOOD THING IN MY FUCKING LIFE!” You screamed before stomping up the porch and into the house, tears fell uncontrollably from your eyes as you curled up into the pillow Jason normally sleeps on taking in his amazingly intoxicating scent.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket making you reach for it, wiping your eyes you unlocked it and read the text:

‘As long as you love me we will get through this babygirl, I love you and I’ll never stop no matter what he does. Meet me outside at 11 o’clock tonight, I want to take you somewhere.’

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a blurb for my chocolate/caramel ladies who love calum :)

Y/N sat curled up in the brown haired boy’s lap, her curls pulled up into a taut pineapple hairstyle. They were watching a movie, and she felt her migrane worsen, so she laid sprawled on his lap.

“Y/N?” Calum asked, his voice cracking with anxiety.

“Yes, pretty boy?” Y/N answered, stroking his knee.

Calum’s cheeks warmed when he heard those words escape her pretty pink lips. He loved when Y/N called him pretty boy, it gave him the burst of confidence he wish he had when he was younger.

No one called had him pretty. Or cute. They called him names. Everyday. Until his fans called him cute.

The thought alone brang Calum’s mood to a depression, removing his long fingers from her brown curls.

Y/N shifted her body, rolling over so she could face Calum on his lap. Calum’s breath hitched in his throat, as he realized how close her mouth was to his dick.

“I… Uh…” Calum’s words were jumbled in a cloud up in his head. He could feel the tips of his ears burning as Y/N’s beautiful brown eyes looked up at him questioningly.

She sat up, stroking his defined jawline with the pad of her calloused thumb. He exhaled greatly from his nostrils, relishing in her touch.

“You good?” Y/N queried, until she saw the brown boy’s bottom lip quivering.

“Oh, no, don’t cry, pretty boy,” Her arms wrapped around his waist in a tight embrace as heart wrenching sobs racked his tall frame, tears glistening on his melanin enriched cheeks.

He cried in her embrace for about five minutes, rubbing his hands through her now ruined bun. Her curly hair flowed to his shoulders and he instantly felt guilty for crying into her beautiful, curly hair.

His head lay in her neck, soaking it with salted tears. After feeling the wet substance on the corner of his plump lips, he instantly removed his chin.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I cried into your hair and-” Calum was cut off with the feeling of her plump, slightly cracked lips on his dried ones. She ran her hands down his jawline, to his neck, feeling the warmth of his hot skin until she finally pulled away.

Smiling into his eyes, Y/N whispered, “It’s okay,”

Calum sighed as the brown girl wiped the tears from his eyes with her fingertips and cleared the snot from his nose with the sleeve of her blouse.

“I-I just. I love you so much, you showed me how beautiful I really am,” Calum started.

“Thank you so much for being there when I wanted to die, cry, quit music, and when I was deathly sick and just everything. You inspired me to keep making tunes with my best friends, and I’m so thankful you’re alive. Thank you for wiping my tears, telling me I’m pretty, and fighting fans—” He paused and laughed, reminiscing the moment when Y/N got arrested for beating up two fans who were making fun of Calum.

“—and you’re wonderful. Thank you for going onstage and surpri-” He was cut off once again by the sound of Y/N’s sniffles.

“A-are you crying?” His voice was shaky.

Y/N quickly wiped the incoming burst of tears flowing like rivers from her tearducts.

“Nah man, never cried in my life,” She sniffed, gulping and smiling at him.

“Its okay if you wanna cry, Y/N,” Calum gave her a toothy grin, and she broke. Her tears were soaking into his grey Santa Cruz hoodie. He could feel the wetspot leaking onto his shoulder.

Stroking her scalp slowly, he placed kisses to the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly as she continued to let her emotions go all at once.

“I-I love you so too much—I mean, oh what the hell!”

Y/N continued to sob in Calum’s arms, wrapping her petite frame around his large one and cuddling him. Her breathing slowed to a stop as she continued to stroke the taut curls on the back of his neck.

When he heard the brown girl’s light snores, he kissed the top of her head and smiled down at her. How did he get so lucky?

Turning off the tv, he nuzzled his chin onto her head, and they fell asleep in each others arms.

should there be a pt 2? lmk if you want one :-)

I hope you know if you lose her, you’re losing the world. She’ll blow hot breath between your fingers on a rainy day, she’ll rub your back when you’re curled over the bathroom floor sick, she’ll hold you when your mind is hell and your body wants to shed its skin. She’ll kiss the scars of days you feared, she’ll show you all those glassy, mystic moments you thought only existed in the movies you watched when you were lonely.
There’s not that many people out there like her. Remember that.
—  i hope someday you know how lucky you are
Dersha Fanfic: Vitamin D

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an A/U Dersha fanfic inspired by dancingwiththedevilblog Here’s the backstory:  Derek is a very successful oncologist in Southern California and Ahsha is his fiance. They’ve been together for a year and are set to get married next spring. However, as much as Derek loves her, he is very ambitious. He’s been very busy for the past month attending conferences, writing research, and seeing patients. Although Ahsha keeps busy with the ballet studio she owns, she is craving Derek’s affection. Feeling neglected by her man, Ahsha takes a naughty, but clever approach to get his attention. They’ve done role play before, so Derek jumps right in.

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Safety First

- an AU where Killian is a famous singer and Emma is his bodyguard. a smuff experimental fic.

Rated M, I suppose…


Millions of flashing lights began to go into a frenzy as Killian Jones stepped out of Gold’s Record Studios, walking past at least a hundred squealing girls and double the amount of reporters and interviewers. They all called his name, desperate to get his attention in some way or form. One young girl with an “I heart Killian Jones” t-shirt had broken out of the line, sliding beneath the arms of the secondary guards that were trying to keep the fans corralled. The girl bounded over to Jones as if she were ready to pounce on him, but she was stopped when a firm arm sprung out and blocked the path.

“Sorry. You can’t be here,” Emma Swan stated, not sounding sorry at all. She quickly handed off the crazed fan-girl over to one of the other guards before returning to her position beside Killian. In her peripheral vision she saw his head turn towards her slightly and a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face. It took everything she had to keep herself from smacking his arm.

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All’s Fair

Summary: One assignment. One bet. Two determined workaholics. Ten days. Or, a Bellarke AU based on the movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
wc: ~10k | link: AO3
a/n: For augustusblakee, because she was as excited about this fic ideas as I was :) 

“What about that one?”

Clarke followed Monty’s finger, which was pointing at a moderately attractive guy in a grey suit, who was just one of the many moderately attractive men in moderately expensive suits mingling in the semi-crowded bar.

She just sipped her gin martini, not saying a word, then fiddled with her very skimpy pale blue halter dress.

“You’re going to have to pick someone,” Raven complained at her silent rejection. “You’ve only got ten days left, and it’s not like you’re actually going to date whomever you choose. That’s the point—you want to pick someone you won’t mind losing.”

Frowning, Clarke argued, “I still have to spend time with the poor guy. He at least has to meet some of my standards, even if I’m just dating him for the article.”

The article, which was the brainchild of her crazy boss, for which she was supposed to start going out an unsuspecting guy and then drive him away using classic dating don’ts. This was what she had to show for her very prestigious journalism masters from Georgetown: being A.R.K. magazine’s “how to” girl. The sour taste of resentment mixed with the dryness of the gin in her mouth, and she pursed her lips.

“Him?” Monty tried again, pointing out another guy.

Clarke wiggled her ring finger. “Married.”

“Damn,” Monty breathed.

Feeling slightly defeated, because she did have only ten days—damn their short publication deadlines—she downed her drink in one large sip. “I’m going to get a refill. Anyone?”

“One of us should be sober,” Raven muttered. “So, no.”

With a cheeky grin, Clarke bumped hips with her friend, then started squeezing her way towards the bar.

She almost dropped her glass when she cut around a group of girls and suddenly came face-to-face with a button-down shirt. Looking up, her prepared complaint about manners and personal space fell to pieces as she registered just how handsome her roadblock was: big eyes and dark, messy hair, a friendly face and strong shoulders.

“Sorry about that,” he said, grinning, looking entirely unapologetic, even pleased with his luck.

He was brash, but in an oddly sincere sort of way, and Clarke couldn’t help the way her lips twisted into a wry smile. “If this had been full, you would’ve owed me a drink,” she said.

“How about I owe you a drink anyways?” He replied without missing a beat, his eyes flashing with interest.

“How about you owe me a name first?”

He laughed and stuck out his hand. “Bellamy Blake.”

“Clarke Griffin.” His grip was firm but comforting, and a thrill ran through her at the way his fingers danced over her palm as they pulled their hands apart.

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