i hope i did this one justice

Well, i tried really hard with this one and i don’t know how good or bad it is but i did it anyways…i don’t really know who wants to read it so i’ll tag the ones i usually do and add the ones that commented about the top/bottom thing i asked earlier, i hope i did justice to their “relationship”

@fritchgirl @jhonbloom-my-love @instantlyvirtuallight @my-youngworld88 @mindyharington @nebel-kraehe @fioriefoglie @sartorialmagic  @thebatwiggler @devotedtokitharington@natcad@kalimadevi@geijin-noir44

Keep reading

I’ve been meaning to draw @littlemissgeek8‘s mobile platform eos for ages now. What better time to finally do so than littlemissgeek8′s birthday :)

Happy birthday Mandi! Hope your day is a lovely one :3

Rebelcaptain fic: all the rumours say

For @rebelcaptainprompts #8: agony, fingers and shiver 


   Sometimes, she had to stop and wonder briefly about how the hell she had ended up here.  

   Somehow, Jyn Erso had gotten through the initial bloodshed and trauma of being dragged bloodied and broken, but ultimately alive, off Scarif. She had worked her way through the appropriate length of time it had taken for the screaming night terrors to work their way down to just the occasional nightmare. She’d been a shell of herself for so long that she’d even had to relearn who she was without aliases to hide behind. But she’d had Cassian at her side. Somehow, that had made it ok.

   She’d told herself that she’d stayed with the rebellion because she believed in the cause. But really, she had just believed in him.

   (“Are – are we ever going to talk about this?” he had gasped once, face buried in her shoulder as she was pressed against the bare wall of his room. Their hands had fumbled, everything new and awkward and thrilling and Jyn had desperately kissed away the answer.

   Someday, she had thought.

   I promise, someday).

Keep reading

I Thought You Hated Me.

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

Keep reading

Everything Beautiful

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

Anon requests: Can you write an imagine where reader has a shitty relationship with her parents and one night she can’t take it anymore and she goes to Jughead and he comforts her and they spend the night in the drive in together? Thanks in advance <3

Jughead x reader where jug and reader is studying over at the drive in where he lives and then one of the windows are open and she gets cold and then he gives her one of his sweaters and then something happens which ends in him confessing his feelings for her and then he thinks he’s not good enough for her and then she kisses him and a lot of fluff? Thanks

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: In times of need, (Y/N) always turns to Jughead for support

Warnings: implications of abuse

Word count: 713

A/N: I hope I did these requests justice, enjoy!


(Y/N) knocked on the door to the screening room at the drive-in.  She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears.  Jughead opened the door wearing a puzzled face.

“Hey,” (Y/N) said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.  “I know it’s late but-” she hesitated, not knowing what to say.  “I… I have a biology test tomorrow that I’m really stressed about.  Can I study here with you?”

“Yeah,” Jughead nodded, noticing her abnormally puffy eyes.  “Yeah, of course, come in.”  He opened the door wider so that she could enter.  (Y/N) shuffled into the room, trying to keep her sniffles as quiet as possible.  She plopped down on his bed and wrapped her arms around herself, ever so slightly rocking back and forth.  “You okay?” Jughead asked, sitting down next to her.

“What?” she mumbled, turning her head upwards so she could look at his face.  “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“Then maybe you should go home,” he suggested.  “I’m sure you’ll do fine on your biology test.”

“No!” she shot up from the bed.  “I can’t- I’m not going home.”  Jughead stood up too and walked towards (Y/N).

“Why not?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he neared her.  She remained silent.  “(Y/N)?”

“It’s my parents!” she cried, giving up her façade.  “They… I can’t anymore, Jughead.”  Immediately understanding, Jughead pulled (Y/N) into his arms.  He enveloped her in a comforting hug, burying his face into her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb across her skin.  “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”  Quietly, she sobbed into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.  They stood there in the middle of the room like that for a couple of minutes before Jughead pulled away.  He kept his hands on her shoulders as he held her in front of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. Jughead frowned but nodded.

“Did they hurt you?” he questioned, concernedly gazing into her eyes.  She bit her lip hesitantly, but rolled up her long-sleeved shirt to reveal bruises decorating both of her forearms.  “Jesus Christ, (Y/N).”  She said nothing, only rolled down her sleeves so that they covered her hands.

“Can I stay here tonight, Jug?” (Y/N) asked quietly.  Jughead nodded frantically.

“Yes, of course,” he agreed. “There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go back home.”  

“Thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) softly smiled.  

“You know we’re playing Clueless right now,” he said, a smile creeping up on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood.  “Do you wanna go outside and watch it?”  (Y/N)’s smile widened.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. Jughead grinned as he grabbed her hand, leading her outside.  The night was frigid, and (Y/N) immediately grew cold with her lack of a jacket. Jughead noticed her shivering, and held up a finger to signal for her to wait for him as he ran back inside.  He walked back out holding a sweater, and (Y/N) grinned.  She slipped it on over her shirt, thanking him.

“Come on,” he urged, leading her to a comfortable place to sit and watch the movie.  The drive-in was completely vacant, Jughead and (Y/N) being the only two people watching the movie.  Jughead wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and she rested her head against him. They watched the movie together in blissful silence.  Neither of them were focused on the movie, though; instead, they took turns staring at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  Once the movie finished, (Y/N) shifted so that she could properly look up at Jughead’s face.

“Jug,” she whispered, causing him to glance down at her.  He didn’t say anything, and so (Y/N) pushed herself up so her lips could reach his. Jughead softly cupped her face as he kissed back, holding her like she was a porcelain doll.  When they separated, they rested their foreheads against each other as they smiled.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed.  (Y/N) smiled sadly and leaned in for another kiss.

“You do, Jug,” she whispered against his lips.  “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

“No,” he said, pulling away from her.  He brushed his thumb across her lips.  “You deserve everything beautiful the world offers you, (Y/N).”

6

Bonus-

He’s the only one that got an invitation like that >:}

Look @angel-with-a-pipette I finally did the thing we talked about forever ago. Hope I did it justice >.<

the night we met - jason todd

requested : yes

word count : 1.895

warnings : language, blood, mentions of death

plot : you’re engaged to jason. you’re a vigilante who fights alongside red hood at night. none of you are aware of your secret identities, until one night you get hurt

a/n : i hope this is good i really tried but it’s 1am and i’m half asleep i just wanted to post this bc jason’s my son, hopefully i did him justice


The lights weren’t working in the building you found yourself in; therefore it was so dark you couldn’t see a thing. Your sense of sight was useless in that particular situation and it made you feel vulnerable.

You were sitting on a table with your mask off, trying to figure out how to activate the night mode vision built in your goggles. Behind you, Red Hood was doing the exact same thing. His back was directly against yours as an act of comfort for the both of you, because knowing the other was inches away was enough to slightly ease both of your nerves.

Keep reading

All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

Keep reading

Cherry is best at approaching others yes

Dre belongs to the wonderful mun of @cursetale~

Cherry belongs to me~

[Just wanted to draw this because I just LOVE Dre, he’s a freakin adorable bean just omg]

Only Thing That Matters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.324 (I just don’t know how to stop, lol)

Request: “ I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”

Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff. 

A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling! 


Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.

Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.

Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.

You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.

It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.

Keep reading

2

A/N: This fic takes place right after the sheriff’s office scene and Papa Jones leaving Jughead. It was requested by @tsmiimitchie . I hope I did it justice, hun! <3 Thank you very much!


“Yeah. I believe you, dad.”

Jughead’s words flowed from his mouth without much subsistence, while he bobbed his head weakly. He could still feel his dad’s cold hands messily cupping his face, then the drag of his fingers down the sides of his head as if he was trying to remember every feature of his son. The Jones had one common feature – their eyes clinging to hope. His father did try, he did, or at least the teen let himself believe he was. His dad waited for his son’s approval before giving a faint smile and then his boots clunked against the pavement as he turned away. Jughead could feel his chest tighten, his heart begin to chip, his body hunching forward somewhat in attempt to keep himself from falling completely apart. The tears were beginning to pool in his eyes, but before he turned to face his friend and girlfriend, he wiped them away.

Feeling sadness, abandonment were something Jughead Jones was used to. The phone calls with his mother weren’t enough to make up for the fact she packed up, along with Jellybean, and moved in with his grandmother. The question that weighed on his mind was why didn’t she try harder? Why didn’t she try to keep their father from going down the liquor-comforting path? But once he learned about his father’s side job, after being fired from the construction gig, he couldn’t hold it against his mother. Jellybean needed stability, especially since she was still in a fragile age. Jughead was always wise beyond his years. He was ahead in classes and got bored easily. The teachers would gush to his mother about how brilliant he was, but his behavior was always questionable. Attempting to burn down a school wasn’t something parents would share with friends over tea.

Once the boy seemed to pull himself together in that moment, Jughead shuffled towards Betty’s direction. She was immediately by his side without missing a beat. Her warm hand, such a contrast to what he felt a few seconds ago, was pressed against affectionately against his cheek. The boy’s hand touched the middle of her back, ushering her slowly away from the sheriff’s office. The two teens meandered away from the mess, Betty’s arm tangled around his. They loosely intertwined their fingers as they continued down the path.

No words were spoken until they were a safe distance away from the building where Jughead was being accused of murder. It was ridiculous, Jughead thought, that the law enforcement believed he was capable of taking another life. The sheriff tried to paint a fictitious picture, motive, as to why Jughead was an ideal suspect in the case. The teen’s head couldn’t wrap around it. He had rage tendencies, but his family was drifting apart, he thought they were justified. Betty didn’t allow him to defend himself to her - she believed him. It was something he was in desperate need of. Someone who didn’t pass judgment on him because of his stupid file and where he grew up. Everyone in town knew his dad as the drunk. The last thing the teen wanted was that stigma floating over him like a dark cloud. He’d be damned if he was going to pay for his father’s sins.

“Juggie…” Betty’s voice was small and cautious. They had been walking for awhile, with no real destination in mind, just holding hands and keeping each other close. The raven-haired boy’s head was hanging downward and finally lifted when he heard her speak. Their eyes locked with one another and they held the gaze for a moment. The girl stood in front of him and held the side of his face, watching him lean into her comforting touch. Her smile wasn’t forced, but he could see she was fighting back a frown. Her red lips were stuck between showcasing felicity and utter woe. He turned his head and planted a sweet, tender kiss on her wrist. The over exaggerated smack of his lips echoed, but he kept his lips lingering against her soft skin, bumping his nose playfully against her palm. A tiny, breathy laugh left her chest as she pushed his face back towards her, raising her eyebrows as if silently saying ‘don’t.’

Keep reading

Milkshakes & Fries

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Anon requests: hey omg i love ur writing so much i was just wondering if u could do a jughead imagine where reader is scared to tell him shes asexual and is making a big deal of ut and when jughead finally cpnvinces her to tell him he laughs which makes reader upset but hes actually laughing bc hes asexual too and cant believe she was making such a big deal out of it and just fluffy fluff THANKS

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (Platonic)

Description: (Y/N) always drinks her milkshake, so when she doesn’t touch it, Jughead knows something’s up

Warnings: one swear

Word count: 524

A/N: okay so I absolutely LOVE this prompt and I had so much fun writing it! sorry if it’s too short (and also the ending is pretty cheesy sorry), I figured short and sweet was the way to go for this prompt.  hope I did it justice!


We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s diner: Jughead had a laptop and some fries in front of him, whereas I had a barely-touched milkshake in front of me.  He noticed my lack of appetite and lowered the lid of his computer slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said, interrupting me from my thoughts.  “What’s wrong?”

“What?” I mumbled, looking up at him.  “Nothing, nothing, I’m fine, Jug.”  He raised his eyebrows and frowned, and I knew he didn’t believe me.  “I’m just not hungry, that’s all.”

“(Y/N), out of all the times we have come to Pop’s together, not once have you left your milkshake unfinished, nonetheless completely untouched.  Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Jug,” I insisted.  “I’m totally fine.  I’m just stressed… about school.”  Jughead disbelievingly raised his eyebrows again.

“School?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  “(Y/N), you’re smart and completely capable of mastering all your classes with ease. School is not the problem.”  I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

“Okay, fine, yeah,” I admitted, throwing my hands up in exasperation.  “There’s something that’s been bothering me lately.”

“What is it?” Jughead questioned.  I frowned and shook my head.

“I just… I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk about it yet.”  Jughead sighed but nodded in understanding, to which I replied to with a thankful smile. He returned back to his laptop, munching on his fries.  Occasionally, his eyes would flick up towards me.  At one point, he reached his hand out and stole some whipped cream off the top of my milkshake.  When I showed no reaction, he slammed his computer shut.

“Okay that’s it,” he commanded.  “I respect that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about your problems, (Y/N), but for fuck’s sake I just stole some of your whipped cream.  From your milkshake.  And you didn’t even react at all!”  I groaned and pulled my milkshake a little closer to me.

“Alright, Jug!” I exclaimed. “I’ll tell you!”  I sucked in a deep breath, studying Jughead’s face.  “Jug, I’m… I’m asexual.”  I clenched my eyes closed and turned away from Jughead, expecting harsh judgement.  However, to my surprise, he started laughing.  Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at him.  “What?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” he tried to explain himself through his laughter, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be laughing, but-” he paused again as he let out a couple more laughs, and then he calmed himself down.  “Sorry, sorry.  I’m just laughing because… well, because I’m asexual, too.”

“What?” I exclaimed.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah!” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.  “God, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you for a while.  So thanks for the opportunity.”  He laughed again, and this time I joined him.  Once our laughter finally died down, I took a sip of my milkshake.  He smiled. “See, wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?”  I beamed at him.

“Not at all,” I laughed, stealing some of his fries.  He swatted my hand away but wore a huge grin on his face, and never had I been so thankful to have a friend as wonderful as Jughead.

Of Idiots and Ink

I have a weakness for soulmate AUs. My friend @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries and I were talking about different scenarios, and this one is just so cute, so I had to write about it. ( @velocifoxy )

Summary: Human!Sides. In this world, whenever your soulmate writes on themselves, the ink shows up on your body as well. Many soulmates use this as a way to communicate and meet up with the one they are meant to be with, and, wanting to meet his love, Roman writes cute notes on himself everyday in hopes that one day the soulmate link will be found and his lover will view his words of love. He has always been excited about the prospect of his soulmate responding and living happily ever after. One morning he writes “Good morning, my love” on his forearm and checks back to see “No morning is good” written beneath it in a handwriting that is most definitely not his own.

AO3 link here.

Pairing: Prinxiety. This is going to be tooth rottingly fluffy, so prepare your little hearts my darlings!

Check out my other fics here!

Keep reading

My splash page for the WONDER WOMAN 75th anniversary special, featuring the first appearance of STAR BLOSSOM is now for sale on my ebay. One of my favorite pages…was kinda hoping to keep it, but I hope it goes to a good home. Gail Simone is the writer. I did all the art by hand in pen, brush and India ink. This auction ends in ten days.

I’m also selling a very nice page from JUSTICE LEAGUE featuring BATMAN and the classic SUPERGIRL. That auction ends tomorrow.