i just whipped this one up quickly

Caught in a Crush | 01

PAIRING: Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader


SUMMARY: Beverly introduced you to the Loser’s Club, being that you were new and already picked on. You soon became close friends with the group, but didn’t realize that one of them kept stealing glances at you every time you looked away.

A/N: They’re all 15 here, so it’s about 2 years after the It encounter. Sorry if this is kinda long, I am incapable of writing short stories. Happy with it, though. Had to cut it up, since it was getting too long..

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Bruised Love

Warnings: Cursing, loneliness

Word count: 1,522

Summary: Harry has been avoiding (Y/N) lately making her feel unwanted and lonely, as he pushed her away causing her to keep trying to love him and make him notice her, but only to bring her more ache to the heart.

Note: This is also my first imagine ever, so please excuse me for any errors or grammar. I hope to make more imagines in the future and get better at it. I hope you guys enjoy this.

Part 2 Part 3

It was late, real late. The moon was shining through the open peeks in the curtains, illuminating the corners of darkness in the cold bedroom. I shift my body on the sheets so I was facing his back, the moon light gleaming onto his bare skin. The only sounds that could be heard was the light snores coming from his open mouth, even breaths escaping it.

The space between us was cold and lonely. His warmth wrapped up into the covers all to himself, as I tried to keep myself warm. Harry has been acting weird towards me, and I don’t know why. Whenever I would try and talk to him, he’ll ignore me or go the opposite direction to avoid me. It all started near the end of tour. I had stopped getting calls and texts from him and for some reason even the boys stopped talking to me. I didn’t understand what was going on and when he got back from tour it only got worse. He didn’t even kiss me or showed me any affection when he walked through the front door. 

I was in the kitchen after his mom called me on the phone, to tell me he was coming home, since he wouldn’t contact me. I wanted to make his favorite chocolate cake, along with some banana muffins. I figured this would brighten up his mood and loosen the stress that was balled up in him. Seeing his green orbs light up like a 4 year old along with a big grin that always made me melt and fall for him even more. 

When I heard the door unlocking I came running to the door with the cake in my hands as the smell of chocolate filled up the house, leaving a huge smile on my face as I watched him open the door. I was ready to be kissed all over, feeling his warmth surround me with love. But by my surprise, he opened the door catching eye contact before he closed the door with his foot. 

“Welcome home baby” I smiled walking up to him holding the cake out, gesturing for him to take it. He looked at me and then the cake for what felt like forever, before he pushed past me, his shoulder harshly hitting mine causing me to drop the cake that took me hours to make because I kept messing up. A loud gasp fell between my lips as I tried to catch it, but failed. I fell to my knees quickly cleaning up the mess as I heard the door upstairs to our room slam shut, making every bone in my body jump from the harsh loudness. I should have known the minute that had happened something was wrong, but I decided to shrug it off, convincing myself it was just an accident or that he was having a bad day and he needed some space. And that’s what I gave him, space.

Who would of known that space turned into a 2 weeks of me being alone and upset from how he was treating me, along with different mixtures of emotions running through my body. This week felt like he was drifting away from me more and more. Most nights he wouldn’t even come home to eat dinner or even sleep with me in our bed. I couldn’t even remember the last time we made love or even heard the words ‘I love you’. I haven’t slept in days or even eaten. 

Sometimes I felt as if he wouldn’t look at me or talk to me cause he was disgusted with what he saw. So my insecurities lead me to starve myself and would punish myself by not sleeping whenever food crossed my mind. I wanted him to touch me again, look at me again, showed me he cared again. Today felt like it was working, he finally came home tonight early and slept in our bed. 

Maybe he was coming back to me. Ready to show me his love towards me. The sun started to peek through the windows shining brightly throughout the room showing all the lovely decorations and colors of the room. I glanced up at him watching him move to grab his phone to see the time before sitting up and stretching. I slowly got up not thinking twice about my movements as I scooted up to him and place a kiss on his shoulder. 

“Morning sunshine” I hummed slightly running my fingertips along the exposed skin of his bare arms. I felt his body tense up while I kiss his ear lobe. 

“Morning” I heard him mutter. My heart jumped at his voice. It was deep and rusty considering he had just woke up. 

“What are you doing today? I was hoping we cou-” I was cut off as my body was pushed back away from him, causing me to hold on to the sheets so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. 

“Nothing that concerns you,” he utter rather harshly before he got up and walked into the bathroom loudly closing the door behind him. I bit my inner cheek trying to hold back the tears. The tears that I have held in since he got here. I wasn’t going to let them fall, not now at least. I mentally curse at myself for getting to touchy with him. I just couldn’t help it. I miss him.  

When I heard the shower head come on, I took this as an opportunity to go make him some breakfast. Getting up and rushing downstairs to the kitchen I started to make all the breakfast I could make. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and fried apples.

“Maybe this might make him feel better” I mumble to myself as I lined the bacon up on the pan. The smell traveled throughout the house, while I turned on some music to dance to. 10 minutes had passed and I was already done with breakfast. Hearing footsteps coming down the steps, hinting me it was time to fix his plate and turn the music down.

“I made breakfast for you” I said, when I saw him walk into the kitchen and laid his plate on the counter. 

“I’m not hungry” he sneered walking to the coffee machine. 

“Oh come on, here, I made it especially for you. See I put a smiley face on it with the food I made” I chuckled to myself, pointing out the cute little face I had made. 

“I said I’m not hungry” he utter a little harsher than before. I knew at that moment I should’ve stopped talking and moved on, but I just couldn’t. I wanted to make sure he ate well, before I watched him leave and no telling when he will be back.
“Well at least take something with yo-” I jumped at the sudden impact of his fist hitting the counter hard, causing me to stop talking. Good job (Y/N), you fucked up now.  

“What part dose 'I’m not hungry’ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!!” He howled, his back facing me, as his  back muscles tense up through he silk fabric of his blouse.

“I-I’m sorry, I j-just wanted you to a-t least eat b-before you g-go” I stutter, fear and guilt running through my veins.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT!!” he roared turning around to face me his eyes starring into mine for the first time in a while, causing my heart to skip a beat. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw his face. His eyes weren’t his loving green ones I came to love, instead they were a darker shade. He had stress lines on his forehead as his hair was in a glorious mess. His brows coming together showing the anger in him. I shouldn’t have pushed him this far. I just kept messing up, ruining any chances I had left for him to love me again.

“I’m sorry” was the only words that managed to come out. I was hurt by his choice of words, causing my heart to pound in pure agony.

An unexpected tear had escaped my eye, quickly whipping it so he wouldn’t see me like this. I didn’t want him to see me suffer from his chosen words that stab me hard, but more started to come down as I found myself looking away from him and down at the ground.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need me…” I said turning towards the door.

“Trust me, I won’t” I heard him spat loud and clear. his words were so bitter and caused more damage to me, than any of the ones he spoke to me in the past weeks. He doesn’t need me anymore. A small whimper left my lips before I was able to stop it as I walked out the kitchen, to leave him there. I walked up the stairs slowly trying to see through my blurry vision from the tears, while I made my way to our bedroom and locking myself in there to drown in my own pain as the tears never stopped coming down.

Bit o’ Fun

Harry X Reader X Zayn: Smut

In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).

Request? Yes:

Well,,,,,,,,, the Harry imagine just about killed me, so truly from the bottom of my heart thanks for that. Hahah, can you do one with Harry AND Zayn? A threesome where the reader has a daddy kink?

Author’s note: I actually hate this. Be gentle!

“Hey, babe,” you greet as you stumble through the doorway. Your feet have been aching in a new pair of heels. Undoing the buckles quickly and whipping the shoes into a corner, you glance up into the depths of a dark hotel room, eyes straining to adjust.


The curtains are drawn over the window, only a crack of L.A. streetlight seeping into the center of the room. You can faintly make out Harry’s silhouette on the edge of the mattress.

“Hey, love.”

You take a firm step forward before another two wobbly ones back. There’s a second form on the bed, seated right beside Harry. Your fingers fumble along the wall for the light switch.

“Zayn?” You’re surprised as dim light filters through the space from a far lamp. Both of the boys squint, eyebrows drawn low on their foreheads.

“’S right.” Zayn smiles, flashing his teeth for a brief moment. “Hi, Y/N.”

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I don’t talk to fish - Aquaman x reader

Can you one with Aquaman? Where he and the reader know each other but they hate each other an then they fall in love eventually? Requested by https://itsrebeca.tumblr.com @itsrebeca

I accidentaly delated the original message so…yeah. Here we go. It’s really long because I didn’t wanna make more than one part huh. And it kinda sucks…Oh well, I tried. It’s so late…

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The first time you met Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, you were having a nice lunch date at your favorite cafe in Metropolis with your brother, Clark. 

You weren’t happy that one of his super-friend ruined your chance to spent time just the two of you. Since he moved to Metropolis and became Superman, you nearly never saw your brother, and you missed him. You guys have always been very close, and despite his overprotecting you, he just didn’t had time to hang out with you that much anymore…Especially since you stayed in Smallville to take care of the family farm with your ma’. 

You often joked about the fact that you’d have to be in grave danger to see him. Worst thing was, it was true…So when he called you and asked if you wanted to come for the week-end to Metropolis, you said yes without hesitation…The first day, he saved the world from aliens with the Justice League, and only came back late at night. You had to almost dragged him out of bed for him to follow you to the café to have lunch…and now, that Aqua-dude was ruining it. 

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Illusion of Choice (M)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Summary: You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

Word Count: 7.3k+

Genre: Heir!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Smut and mentions (but not depictions) of death

A/N: Honestly one of the thoughts going through my head while writing this was “What’s the best way to make the readers suffer?” I’m not even sure if I’m kidding.

You always wondered why your parents let you have boy best friends. After all, being from such an affluent family, as well as being the oldest child, you will be expected to marry someone for the good of the company. Letting you be around boys would just risk you falling for someone that you can’t have.

These are the thoughts running through your mind as your parents call you up to their study on the eve of your 18th birthday, and you know that the day has come. They would finally tell you who you were betrothed to. You stand in front of your father’s big wooden desk, listening to their spiel about your duties as the heir to their company, only listening for one thing: a name. However, what leaves your father’s lips is not what you expected. The words “Jeon Jungmin.”

Jeon Jungmin, whom you had grown up with, along with his brother Jungkook. You had always been closer to Jungkook, having been closer to him in age, but Jungmin would always show you his drawings and sneak you an extra cookie at the dinner table.

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Everything You Need

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - @jugheadismyking

Hey! This was a longer request so I thought it would be easier to pm you xxx I was wondering whether you could write a Harry hook X reader based on the lyrics of “Tribulations” by Matt Maeson (specifically the lines about running away). I was thinking maybe they could get in an argument and Harry just kind of explodes and scares the reader. Thought it would be nice to show a more vulnerable side of Harry when he feels guilty and tries to patch things up. 

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – After getting in a fight Harry has to make it up to (Y/N)

Warning(s) - swearing, abuse, beating people up, remorse, and fluff

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

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I’m in love with this concept @taylor-tut!

It’s a cough paired with occasional sneezing and a slight headache; it’s not bad, more a nuisance than anything, but it’s just enough to have Peter thumbing through his contacts in search of Tony’s number.

The older man answers on the third ring with a gruff, almost distracted, greeting that has Peter dropping against the edge of his bed with a weak cough.

“Mr. Stark, I know we have that mission with Cap later today, but I’m not feeling so hot.”

His voice is brutally honest, from the slight waver to the hint of a rasp coating his tone, but the deep sigh that emits from the other line has his fingers curling tightly around the phone as he swallows back a few coughs.

“The weather’s changing, kid. Everyone is a little sick right now.”

He’s not wrong, Peter thinks. The temperatures have been steadily dropping as the last remnants of fall are shoved away by a biting winter breeze, and it’s got everyone at school sniffling and sneezing. But, Peter fears he may be fighting off more than just a seasonal cold.

A light sigh slips from his pressed lips as his shoulders slump deeply. His grip on his phone weakens, and he clears his throat, wincing slightly at the quick, heated pain that stings across the back of this throat.

“I know, Mr. Stark, but-”

“We all work through colds, Peter. I told you this wouldn’t be easy, didn’t I? Are you really going to tell me you can’t help with this mission because of a small cold?”

Tony’s voice is firm and calm, yet it pierces like a dagger, dangerous and effective. Peter tugs the phone away from his ear for a moment to muffle a cough into his shoulder before he pushes it back against his ear, eyes falling to the floor as defeat burns against his tongue.

“No, Mr. Stark. I’ll go.”

“There’s the Spider-Man I know. I’ll have Happy pick you up in a few hours. In the meantime, take some medicine and rest up to kick this cold while you’re ahead.”

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A Lesson in Love (Intro)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

A/N: This is going to be a multi-part fic and I’m super excited for it. Be prepared for fluff galore :) 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for putting up with me and encouraging me to write this.

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

“I’m going to flunk out of college.”

“No you’re not.”

The heavy weight of your backpack is nothing compared to the burden that has been placed on your shoulders due to the assignment you were just given. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re being overdramatic,” Wanda retorts as she quickens her pace in order to stay in step with you.

“Will you let me crash on your sofa when I end up homeless and degree-less?” She snorts and you respond with a glare. “I’m serious.”

“I know. That’s what makes this so funny.”

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Scar Tissue | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Scarred! Reader

Requested: Nope, came up with this on my own

Requests: OPEN

Words: 1542

Summary: Fluff and a bit of angst between Draco and reader after they return after the battle to finish their education at an 8th year at Hogwarts. Reader has a scar marking her face, showing how the war affected her, meanwhile Draco’s scars are hidden deep in his chest. 

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

  Draco fell in love with the back of her neck, the natural curve of her spine, and her side profile. He sat behind her in class, watching the way she’d fidget in her seat, twirling her short hair around her finger, wishing he could run his fingers through the soft locks instead. On either side of her were her two best friends, so it was often that she would turn her head to whisper something in one of their ears, and after months of studying her do this every day in class he swore he had memorized the map of freckles on the right side of her face and could trace the line of scar tissue down her left cheek in his sleep.

             “You know, you could talk to her.” Blaise whispered to him one day in the Great Hall, watching as his close friend’s eyes never left the girl’s figure. Draco just shook his head in response, giving Blaise a half-hearted glare because he knew the other wizard was right, theoretically he could talk to her, all he had to do was walk a few paces and speak, but there was a reason he wasn’t a Gryffindor. He was scared, scared of rejection, scared that he wasn’t going to live up to what this girl deserved. He was scared he didn’t deserve such a lovely person. Didn’t deserve to run his hands through her hair as he pressed his lips against hers. Didn’t deserve to rest his hand in the curve of the small of her back as they swayed together to soft music, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Didn’t deserve someone who fought for what was right rather than what was expected of her. It was after the war and people were beginning to heal and rebuild what was broken, but even besides this he knew that he would never live up to what she deserved, changed man or not. So, because of this he continued to watch her, staring at her from a distance.

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anonymous asked:

okay so could you write a fic where betty and jug work at a diner together (pops or any other) and they are just kind of casual coworkers but then some jerky guys come on to betty and she refuses and then one like runs into her and makes her spill everything and jug took her to the back and helped her clean up and lowkey admits that he's had a crush on her like since she was hired there? this kinda sucks eggs but feel free to spruce it up!! i really love your writing like, nut!!! ♥️

I’ll give it a go!

She hated this uniform, the tiny blue dress and white apron were far too tight and far too short for her liking, she could hardly bend over without spilling over the top and every time she reached for a coffee pot her skirt rode up dangerously close to exposing her bottom.

It was a Sunday night at Pops Diner and to say it was slow would be an understatement, in fact Betty had only one table, a group of rowdy truckers making a mess and whistling every time she walked past their table. Tugging down her skirt and moving to the back and into the kitchen, Betty Cooper sighed, at 23 years old she was juggling College, her job at the Diner and her extra online veterinarian classes. She was way too tired to be dealing with immature grown men who all seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with her ass.

“Everything okay out there?”

Betty whipped around quickly, her tired green eyes landing on stormy blue ones. Jughead Jones was the cook at Pop Tate’s and he was probably the most handsome boy Betty had ever laid eyes on, he rarely spoke, in fact she was fairly certain he disliked her, he threw burgers her way and avoided her eyes when she came to pick up food.

“Sure, those guys are just big old creeps. Nothing I can’t handle.” The beautiful blonde tried to give a reassuring smile but Jughead noticed the way it wavered slightly.

“Well it’s just us two so uhh.. if you need anything let me know.” He mumbled, running a hand through his wavy dark hair before rubbing his palms over his greasy apron.

“Thanks Jughead.” Betty placed a hand on Jugheads shoulder and squeezed softly. Heading out of the kitchen Betty moaned when she noticed two broken glasses on the floor and coffee spilt all over the table.

“Hey little lady! Best come here and clean up this here mess!” A toothless bearded man grinned from his space at the booth. Betty made her way slowly over to the table, barely noticing when Jughead emerged from the kitchen and cautiously leaned against the door frame.

Betty bent over, her blonde ponytail spilling over her shoulders as she picked up broken pieces of glass, suddenly she felt a hand firmly gripping her ass and fingers trying to pull up the skirt. Turning quickly Betty opened her mouth to respond, she was abruptly cut off by a gentle shove and suddenly the man who had touched her was being dragged out the door as his friends followed along. Jughead pushed the bearded man out the door and shoved him to the floor.

“Stay the fuck out of this Diner and never touch Her again. In fact, never come back to Riverdale. I promise I won’t be as friendly.” He slammed the door locking it blatantly, his chest heaving when he turned back to Betty

“You okay?” He questioned, concern written all over his face as he bent down beside her.

The beautiful waitress bit her lip nervously
“Im okay, it was just touching. I’ve had worse.”

Jughead growled
“Yeah well.. not anymore. If id have known this is what was going on while I was in the back, I would’ve moved the kitchen to the front.”

Betty giggled slightly, her fingers moving to pick up the broken glass
“I thought you hated me.” She spoke bluntly, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at him.

Jughead stiffened, turning himself to face her, his cheeks flaming red as he coughed

“No. no I don’t hate you.” He whispered.

Betty smiled, her fingers brushing his as they both reached for the same piece of glass
“That’s good because I definitely don’t hate you.”

The hint of a smile crept across Jugheads lips
“You don’t?” He asked hesitantly

Lifting her palm to Jugheads cheek, Betty leaned towards him, both of them on their knees on the uncomfortable linoleum tile.

“No not even a little.” She whispered, pressing her lips to his.

Jugheads hands immediately flew around her waist, pressing her tighter against his body, vaguely registering how dirty he was after a full day of flipping burgers, that didn’t matter though, not when she was nipping his bottom lip and tasting exactly like strawberry frosting. She pulled away slowly, a dazed look on her face as she played with the curls resting on the back of his neck. Jughead dropped his forehead to hers

“I’ve been waiting to do that for two years. Ever since you walked in here with the prettiest damn smile I’ve ever seen.”

Betty giggled, pressing another slow kiss to his lips

“Why didn’t you?”

“Guess I was scared.”

Betty laughed and pulled him close again
“Well Jughead Jones, I’m glad you’ve gotten over your fear.”

With a wicked smirk Jughead stood, lifting Betty bridal style as she squealed.

“Oh Betty Cooper, im afraid of a lot of things.”


Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 1,949

Part one

The first time I came face to face with the man who ripped our community, no not community, family, he ripped our family apart. Because that is what we are….were at least. I’m not quiet sure where I fit in that anymore.

A family.

We may not of all started out in this new world knowing each other but it was that, that kept us different from them.

Us against the world.

Us against the walkers.

Us against them. The saviors.

At least that is what I thought.

The first time I came face to face with him was not when he tore Abraham and Glen from our family and almost took Carls hand.  

It wasn’t when he arrived early and took so much of our stuff only to burn all of the mattresses just outside of town. I had watched the smoke blow in the wind as I hid, keeping a safe distance.

No that time you had managed to escape over the fence with Enid, cradling a sleeping Judith in your arms. Your innocent baby sister who you wish didn’t have to grow up in this cruel cruel world. Not that is was much better before when you think of it. Too many wars, terrorists and fate itself was a pretty cruel bitch.

Because before the apocalypse hadn’t been the best time for me and now… well now I had just been going through the motions. Trying to keep my self and my family alive. Dad, Carl and Judith and everyone else in Alexandria. It was important.

There was a time that feels like a whole other life, when at the prison we had been safe and secure for a while but it got attacked and I ended up being on my own for several weeks.
I had contemplated just ending it all. All I had to do was find a working gun with bullets and I could of made sure I never become one of them. A walker.

But Daryl found me when he was searching for Beth and I knew that I had to keep on going. Find everyone and get through this. You had too. At least that is what I told myself over and over again, every single day. Every-single-day.

It was a couple of week after they had first come and The saviours were due to arrive in two days once again.

Rick and Michonne were out on a run. They had said they were going to go out pretty far to try and find something to stop him using his sadistic baseball bat again. 

It was only time though before it happened. 

You knew it and the fact that everyone else around you thought that if you just carried on giving them what they wanted it was going to be ok. There was only so much that was going to keep them happy. One day soon enough they weren’t going to be happy with what they were being presented with by us and everyone would be on their knees again. They would always want more and more and more until there was nothing left to give.

My Dad thinks that he can beat them. Over power them somehow. Get an army to fight. He won’t listen to me. It won’t work.

I had dealt with psychos like Negan and his bunch of merry men when I had been living in Los Angeles. A shiver goes down my spine as I think back to living there. On the West Coast. My old life.

If Dad hadn’t been shot that is where I would of been when all of this happened. If Shane hadn’t called me to come home the way he had, begging for me to see the man who I hadn’t spoken to in five years I probably never would of set eyes on my family again.
I often wonder if Mum is alive back West. She was the reason I went there In the first place.
In my heart I know she can’t be. She wasn’t strong enough to be.

Truth be told I think thats what Dad sees when he looks at me sometimes, I can see it behind his eyes. Why he is reluctant for me to leave and go on runs or every time the saviours arrive he breaks his neck to get me out of sight. He thinks I’m weak just like her. He doesn’t even know me really. He never tried too.  

“Carl don’t make me tell you again!” You shouted across the street as your grumpy younger brother stomped away shaking his head. He was just like Rick. Stubborn and determined.

Rolling my eyes I turned back to Judith who was tenderly taking some steps as she clung to the railings on the porch.

Enid came out of the open front door, drying her hands on a towel.

“Whats up with him?” She asked before sitting down on the top step.

“He wants to go to hilltop” I told her staying on the path, turning my head in his direction once again as he carried on retreating “I told him he needs to wait for them to get back”

“You know he is probably going to just go? Right?”

“Yep!” But at least I had told him not to go. I couldn’t stop him if he wanted to. What was I going to do tie him up and throw him in that cell Morgon had built? Hell no.

“Maybe I should…” but Enid got cut off as a loud honking nose sounded by the gates

“THE SAVIORS ARE HERE!!!!!” You heard Rosita shout from the lookout point.

Shit!” You turned around quickly and pulled your baby sister into your arms “Enid we have to get out of here!” Rick didn’t want Negan to get his hands on Judith.

She didn’t speak just nodded and grabbed my arm as we ran over to the wall so we could get out quickly.

You could hear loud trucks pulling up close to the house as you moved. Shit.

“Quicker” You whisper shouted as Enid struggled to pin the foot grips in place. Why are they here? It was too early. Dad wasn’t even back yet… what were they going to take? Oh this is bad. So fucking bad.

“GET EVERYONE OUT HERE ITS TIME FOR A PARTY!!!!!” A loud voice boomed on what sounded like a loud speaker.

“Enid!!” There was no way you were going to make it out of here.

“I got it. I got it!!” She blew out a breath as she took began to climb upwards.

“Take Judith” I didn’t give her a chance to refuse. I knew there was a chance she was going to be the only one making it out over the wall.

She looked at me with a questioning gaze however didn’t speak and just took the tiny girl who was looking concerned at what we were doing. She stayed quiet though. She always did.

A voice started to get louder as the saviours were shouting for people to get outside of the houses.

“GO!!!” You shouted at Enid who hadn’t moved.

She had to get Judith out of here there was no chance you could take on them getting a hand on her. Rick would never forgive you. You would never forgive you.

Watching her get to the top I started my own climb thinking maybe I could make it out of here however I had to stop when one of them came into my vision. He hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I couldn’t make it over the wall without being seen and then they would get her.

“Go please” you whispered “Keep her safe” before planting my feet back onto the floor once again and taking some steps away from the wall so they wouldn’t put two and two together. God I hope they get away fast.

He spotted you then. Dressed all in black he pointed his gun in your direction.

“You! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to escape?” he was standing in front of you now. The dirt on his clothes noticeable.

Ignoring his question I blurted out “What are you even doing here? You’re early!” Trying to change the subject. Maybe he would forget about the wall.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roughly grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the front of the house.

You could see that the road was now full with our people and theirs. Fuck.

His grip was becoming tighter and tighter. Without a doubt leaving bruises under your shirt sleeve.

“Oi arsehole no need to be so goddamn rough!” I tried tugging my arm out of his grip but this only caused him to squeeze harder. Fuck.

“Shut up” he said through gritted teeth.

He finally came to a stop and you could see Olivia looking with wide eyes at you. Mentally I was shouting that Judith was safe but didn’t dare breath a word and just nodded my head in her direction before looking away quickly.

Boss found this one trying to escape over the wall” You rolled your eyes at this.

“You did not” technically I wasn’t on the wall when he found me.

“I already told you to shut up!” He roughly tugged your arm again.

A dark laugh caught you off guard and whipping my head around I finally came face to face with him. Negan. I knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

Towering over everyone in a black leather jacket.

“Well look-ie here!” He cheered rising that wire covered baseball bat in the air “We’ve got a fucking live one!”

You didn’t dare speak as he finally came to a stop right in front of you, you could practically feel his breath on your face.

“Who the hell are you? Are you new?” He placed the bat on his shoulder “ ‘cause I know damn well I would of remembered seeing you around here before” he raised his brows suggestively.

Staying silent I just looked him in the eyes. Hazel meets y/e/c.

Damn” he clicked his tongue “Now if I didn’t know any better I would think that Rick was standing right here with that fucking stink eye he loves to give me, I know you had to learn that shit from him” laughing he turned his back to you “Now stop being so god damn rude!” He shouted making you jump before turning to face you again.

He came closer. Nose to nose.

“What is your name?” You could smell tobacco on his breath mixed with mint as he spoke.

Taking a large gulp you said loud enough for him to hear but not anyone else “y/n”

“Well helllllllllooooo y/n” he winked at you before giving you lop sided smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Shaking his head he stood back up straight and pointed the bat in Spencer’s direction “Where is Rick the Prick?” As he walked away I let out a large breath. Damn “Now I know he doesn’t want to keep me waiting” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice “No he most certainly does not

“He’s on a run” you spoke up before Spencer could. Pulling Negan’s attention back to you once again “He won’t be back till tomorrow at the earliest”

“Is that right?” He asked eyeing you from where he stood showing no expression on his face “Well that simply will not do” oh god “No that will most certainly not do!”

You could feel everyone tense as he began swinging his weapon from side to side as the anger rose in him.



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Tastes Like Love

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Three different sweet treats for a very sweet day.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
1,925 words

Notes: So…it’s been too long…LMAO. I haven’t been happy with my writing lately and I can’t seem to put any ideas into words but last night I got this little idea and ran to write something before it escaped! It’s not much but at least it’s an update. Here’s the visual of the cookie I mentioned down there, if you want. Happy (belated) Valentine’s day y’all! <3 Enjoy!

It’s around 9 in the morning when the team finally lands at the Avengers facility, having flown an all night flight after a mission in a remote place in the globe. Everyone is just so tired and so damn sleepy that the usual formalities are forgotten and Steve settles for a late debrief, after they’re all rested and fed, at least.

All Bucky can think about is taking a shower and hitting the sheets.

He knows it’s Valentine’s Day and he knows that it’s likely that his doll would be anxiously waiting for him to come home, but the idea of a shower and a nap is just too appealing for him to pass away.

That is, until he finally arrives home.

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We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 2363
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I feel that this is all over the place if I’m honest. I will probably write a different soulmate au for Sirius instead in the future, and also a part 2 if you guys want! Also there are a few swears in this imagine, I got a little bit carried away I guess. Love you all, hope you enjoy (even if it isn’t the best)! x

Originally posted by nellaey

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Sirius kept his eyes closed as he sat up in his bed, stretching, awaking from his night’s sleep. As he slowly opened them, he frowned. Something was different. He glanced around the room, and, though the room was similar to his own dorm, his bed was somehow on the opposite side of the room than he was used to, and there seemed to be girls laying in the beds around him.

He glanced down and realised his hair was no longer his own, and he felt much lighter than he was used to. With his hands stretched out in front of him, he could have sworn he never painted his nails, and as his hands ran up his body to his chest, he found two things that definitely weren’t there when he went to sleep the night before.


Sirius’ voice carried through the room, making the other girls stir.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” One girl mumbled from her bed, still evidently half asleep, “Why are you screaming?”


“I’m a girl!” Sirius yelled out, his eyes wide, except, his voice didn’t sound like his at all, but more like the girl’s who he hadn’t gotten along with ever since they met in first year.

“You woke me up, on a Saturday morning, at 6:30, to tell me that you’re a girl?” Y/n’s dorm mate looked at him as if he was crazy, “Babe I thought you knew that you were a girl. You’ve been a girl for the last nearly 17 years. If you didn’t know that then I don’t know what to tell you, but right now, please, if you don’t mind, lower your fucking voice because we’re all trying to sleep!”

A pillow followed the voice, hitting Sirius in the face as he grumbled to himself. Clearly he wasn’t in his own body, he was in Y/n’s, which means that she’s his-

“Soulmate? Y/n is my soulmate?” Sirius whispered in disbelief with a small shake of his head.

The tale was legendary, told from parent to child all over the world; on a special day in your life, whether that be in a few months or a few years, you would switch bodies with your soulmate, and not switch back until you finally meet up again - no matter what.

Sirius Black was possibly the only person in the world who didn’t believe the story. He thought it was a made-up myth, created to reassure children that they will find someone to love and who will love them back one day. Unlike everyone his age, he didn’t wake up and run to the mirror, hoping they had somehow switched bodies overnight.

His best friend James constantly spoke about the day he allegedly switched bodies with a vivacious Gryffindor redhead girl - Lily Evans - for a whole minute, before switching back because as it turned out they were in the same room already, but Sirius was convinced he was being pranked, James joking around with him - after all, that’s what James did; he played pranks.

Sirius spent nearly 17 years denying the fact that soulmates exist, waving off anyone’s body switching stories, but there was a small part of him, deep down, that wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to believe that there was someone out there just for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to have that much hope - after all, there was the chance that the soulmate thing wasn’t real, or that he didn’t have a soulmate at all.

“Is this actually happening, am I in a girl’s body?” He asked himself, pushing his hair behind his ear as he tried to work out what was going on.

His confused expression soon turned into a mischievous smirk, “Wait a minute, I’m in a girl’s body!”


“Prongs!” Sirius yelled happily as he found his best friend. “L/n?” James frowned in confusion, “Since when have you referred to me as Prongs?” Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh right- fuck- I mean.. Um, do you know where Black is?”

“He’s still in the dorm, said he would meet us later,” James said, “Why? You up to something?” “No no, just need to speak to her- him! But thanks anyway, bye!” Sirius ran off before James could question further, leaving his best friend to stare after the “girl” with a puzzled look on his face.

Sirius ran through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the confused stares he received. “Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled out as he bounded up the stairs, earning a few more strange looks from surrounding students.

Hearing your name being called, you opened the dorm door and grabbed a hold of Sirius’ - or, more like, your - t-shirt, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Are you crazy?? Be quiet, people will think I’m insane for yelling my own name out like that!” You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. Sirius just grinned at you, “Nice to see you too.”

“I can’t believe this, what are you wearing? Did you run through the school in pyjamas? I’m going to kill you! That’s so embarrassing!” You said with a pout.

“You don’t look too bad, you’ve got nice legs, might as well show them off for a bit. You never do,” Sirius said as he looked down at your shorts-clad legs. “You’re disgusting honestly. And please stop looking at my legs now, it’s creepy. Black! Are you even listening to me right now?!”

Sirius looked up at you, “You know, usually I would, but it’s kind of hard when I’m being told off by myself. Especially when I look so damn good. I mean, let’s be honest here, I look hot when I’ve just rolled out of bed,” Sirius said with a smirk, reaching out to push your his hair back.

You swatted his hand away and stepped back out of his reach, “Oh for Merlin’s sake, I must’ve done something really bad in a past life for the universe to give me such an arrogant tosser for a soulmate. I think I nearly threw up this morning when I found out.”

“Don’t lie L/n, you were probably over the moon. You’re so lucky you woke up to my face this morning. I mean, it’s better than the view I woke up with!”

“Hey!” You said indignantly, frowning as Sirius shot you a lazy grin. “Oh c'mon Y/n. After years of waking up to my face, if you suddenly woke up to yours you would be a bit disheartened too,” he teased.

“You’re an insufferable prick, I hate you so much,” you grumbled. “Can’t hate me that much love, as it turns out, we’re soulmates.”

“Yes unfortunately we are- wait, why haven’t we changed back?!” Your mouth opened in shock as you looked down and you realised that you were indeed still in Sirius Black’s body.

“What are you talking about?” “After soulmates meet again, they’re supposed to change back into their bodies! Why haven’t we changed back? Black what have you done this time? Why isn’t this working?!” The worry in your voice grew more and more, and you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

What if something had gone wrong and you were stuck in each other’s bodies forever? You couldn’t imagine having to live a life of detention, rebelling and pretending to be Sirius - not when the N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! Do you really think I’d want to stay in your body longer than I had to? C'mon, get real, I had the perfect body before all this, now look at me!” Sirius said, dramatically gesturing to your figure that he was now sporting.

You slapped him across the head. “Ow! That hurt!” “Good! It was supposed to!”


“There must be something in here that explains this situation,” you said as you carefully looked through all the books on the shelves.

“Do I really have to be here?” Sirius whined, dragging his feet as he followed you around, “It’s boring and there’s too many books.”

“If you’d just stop complaining and help me then we’d be out of here faster, wouldn’t we,” you said as you grabbed another book and started flipping through the pages to see if it held the information you need.

“All I want to do is go outside. I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in ages! I think I’ve even forgotten what a tree looks like,” Sirius exaggerated. You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you can hang out with your friends if I let you go, you’re supposed to be being me, remember?”

Sirius scowled and mumbled something to himself, something along the lines of how much he didn’t like you, before beginning to look through the books himself.

It was around 10 minutes later, after reading out all sorts of absolutely useless facts when he finally came across something a lot more helpful.

“It says here that whilst common belief is that soulmates will switch back once they have met, the truth is they only switch back once they both have feelings for one another, and have accepted them,” Sirius reads out, looking over his shoulder at you. You shoved the book you were holding and sighed in exasperation, “Please no.”

He held the book out for you to take, and you quickly skimmed the passage on the page he left open. When you got to the end, you couldn’t help but accept the fact that what he had said was indeed correct, “Oh fuck me.”

Sirius smirked at you, “Gladly babe.” Your head whipped around to shoot him a glare, one that could have melted glass, “Shut up Black!”

You sighed, turning back to the book. “Clearly this,” you lighting tapped the page, “isn’t going to happen for a while, so I guess we’re just going to have to accept that we’re not switching back yet. I can’t believe this, I’m going to actually have to pretend to be you until then and- oh shit, you’re going to have to pretend to be me!”

“That’s easy, look I can be you already,” he coughed and stood up straight, “I hate Black. He’s an insufferable prick who thinks he’s so much better than everyone else!”

“That’s not bad actually.” “See? I can do this. The hard part is you trying to be me. No one can pull it off like I can,” Sirius smiled smugly, making you roll your eyes yet again.

“You’re two-dimensional, a paper cut-out. Everyone knows exactly who and what you are, and literally anybody could pretend to be you with ease. I mean all they have to do is compliment themselves constantly, and run a hand through their hair, all the while trying to charm the knickers off every girl that walks past,” you deadpanned.

Sirius frowned at you, “Not every girl, not you.” “Oh I’m so offended, that’s going to scar me for life, I’m going to need weeks of therapy to get over the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t want me,” you said in a sarcastic heartbroken voice as you dramatically clutched your chest. You shook your head a him before continuing in your normal voice, “In order to make being me really believable, you’re going to need to know some more things about me. You don’t know enough to make this work!”

“Y/n, please. I know more about you than you think. I’ll list some things shall I? I know you like to cut the crusts off your toast in the morning because it reminds you of your childhood. You like walking around the school grounds alone, just so you can think about life. You bite your lip constantly when you’re nervous or deep in thought. You enjoy reading in front of the fire with a blanket wrapped around you because it makes you feel at peace.

I know you hate being the centre of attention because you hate the way you blush so easily. You keep photos of your family in your pocket because you miss them and you want to feel like they are with you. I know you know about Remus’ condition and that you were really the one that hexed Snivellus just before he could tell everyone about it.

You constantly make sure that you know everything you can about everything because you’re afraid of failing, not just with grades but failing your family or your friends. You carry your wand around with you constantly, not because you have to, or for your safety, but because you love being a witch and you’re afraid that someday someone will take that from you. Y/n, I’ve known you since you were 11. I know more things about you than you could ever even begin to think, so don’t tell me that I don’t know enough about you, because I know nearly everything.”

You stared at him in shock. Your breath caught in your throat, and a strange fluttering feeling erupted in your stomach, “How do you know all of that?”

“Because I just do, alright? I notice things about you that other people probably haven’t and won’t ever will. But it doesn’t matter anyway, we’ve been in here far too long and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever even been in the library before. Madame Pince keeps looking at you suspiciously. You need to go and find Prongs, Moony and Wormtail, they’ll be wondering where I am right about now, and so will everyone else.”

You nodded, “Right, yeah. I’ll just… go and find them now.” You slowly stood up and picked up the book with the soulmate information in, slotting it back into its place on the shelf before walking away from him in a slight daze, your mind reeling. Just exactly how and why did Sirius Black know all that about you?

As Sirius stared after you with a sigh, he couldn’t help but think of you. He preferred life so much more before all of this soulmate crap. Before this, he was certain he didn’t like you, but now he wasn’t so sure.


Prompt: The other day I was thinking and I came up with this thought that I couldn’t shake off so I hope you could write it out for me: Imagine the reader is dating one of the batboys (whoever), they’ve been for a while, and somehow the subject came up and the reader says that their favorite boy name is the batboys name (for ex the readers fav. name is Jason) that it’s always been their fav name. The batboy is just so proud because wow my s/o loves my name. Lame but I thought I think it would be cute.


You quickly scale the side of the Clock tower, using your whip to swing higher. Glancing around the roof you realize that somehow you managed to beat Robin to your meeting spot. When you hear the sound of the grappling hook go off you duck behind one of the gargoyles.

“Come out, come out where ever you are, Kitten!! I know you’re here!”

You giggle and step out of the shadow, “Of course you did”

Robin smirk, stepping toward you and wrapping you in his arms. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against yours, “I missed you”

Pressing a kiss against the underside of his jaw and wrap your arms around him, “I missed you too, Bird Brain. Your dad has been trying to keep us apart”

Robin sighed, “I know. He’s worried about you finding out my secret identity. He already hates the fact that Catwoman knows who he is. He doesn’t want you to use my identity against me”

“I would never do that” you whisper, “Now, I believe you promised me a picnic date”

Robin pulled back, “I had Nightwing help me set everything up, so I hope it’s alright”

You grin and saunter over to the picnic blanket, “It looks perfect, sweetheart, now come over here and eat with me!”

When you finish eating the two of you sprawl out on the blanket, “Kitten?”


“Do you think that we’ll ever be able to tell each other our secret identities?”

You roll onto your side, “I’d really like to, yeah. But we would have to swear not to reveal anything about our civilian lives”

Robin nodded quietly, “Makes sense. I’d really like to go on an actual date with you, not just sneak around at night”

You reach over, running your fingers through his dark hair, “Someday, Bird Brain. Let’s just get to know each other a little better for now, okay?”

He smiled, “Sure. We know most things about each other, so what do you want to know?”

You tap your bottom lip with your finger, “Umm, If you could go back, would you choose to be a vigilante again?”

“Yeah, I would. Being a Cape got me out of a really bad situation, and plus I met you” he leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Now you ask me a question, Tweety”

“Alright … let me think … What’s your favorite name?”

You cock your head to the side, “Like superhero name, girls name, or boys name?”

“Boys name”

“Well I always liked the name Jason, Alexander’s a pretty good name too. I always said that if I had a son I would name him Jason Alexander”

When you glance over at Robin, he has a huge smile on his face and he pulls you into another kiss. He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, “I really like that name too”

You never find out Robin’s secret identity before the Joker kills him. Selina won’t even tell you where his grave is because his gravestone has his real name on it. So you decide to make your own grave for your fallen bird on top of the clock tower where you would meet.

This is where Nightwing finds you on the anniversary of his death.

“Hey, Kitten”

“Hey” you whisper, gently setting down the single black calla lily that you brought with you.

Nightwing kneels down next to you, “How are you doing?”

“’m fine” Nightwing leans back and you know that he’s taking in your blood soaked costume, and torn gloves. “The blood’s not mine, at least not all of it”

“The Joker ended up in ICU today, they say he might not make it”

You smirk, “I know. I left him alive, so Batman will be happy”

“If he dies, you will be responsible for his death”

“I won’t be. I might have beat him, but then he fell. Maybe he tripped, maybe he was pushed, no one will ever know but the two of us. Everyone thinks he tripped, so his death would be labeled an accident, ergo, I would not be responsible for his death.”

Nightwing sighs, “You’ve thought this out. I know you’re grieving over Robin, but …”

You whip around, your lips twisting in a snarl, “I got the revenge that your father refused to get!! An eye for an eye, ’Wing! He’s lucky I didn’t blow him up! Batman doesn’t even care about Robin anymore! He’s already got a new Robin out on the streets, damnit!!”

Nightwing sighed, “You know that Robin isn’t trying to replace your Robin, but Batman needs a Robin” You sign, waving your hand at ‘Wing

“Come on, Kitten. You can’t hate the kid for wanting to help. You know that he hates himself for making you upset. He knows how much you loved J-Robin.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone your identities you know. The only reason I’m up here is because Batman and Selina won’t tell me where his grave is.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for that.”

“I’d like to be alone now, ‘Wing.”

He nodded standing up slowly, “If you need me, call me. I don’t really like the thought of you being alone tonight”

“I will”

“It looks like it’s going to rain. You should probably head in soon”

You smirk, glancing up at the older man, “When isn’t it raining in Gotham? But if it makes you feel better I’ll head in soon”

Nightwing nodded and then left to finish his patrol. You reach down, rearranging the flower, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there in time, I’m so sorry that you died, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t die with you”

When everything finally settles down with the Red Hood, you decide that you want to meet him. Selina had tried to convince you to stay in, and you know that she knows who’s under the hood. It only makes you more determined to go out. The first place you head to is the clock tower. It’s become a ritual, before you go out you go to the clock tower roof. But tonight is different, this time when you swing onto the roof, you aren’t alone.

“Well, I was hoping to run into you tonight”

The man smirked, his hood resting on the ledge beside him, “I’m glad I could make things convenient for you”

You reach over and pluck the cigarette from between his lips, “You’ve caused quit the stir in Gotham, Hoodie” You flick the cigarette to the ground and step on it.


“Smoking is bad for you. I had a boyfriend who liked to smoke once, could never get him to stop”

“What happened to him?”

“I’d rather not talk about it. It’s kinda personal, and we just met” You plop down next to him, and cross your legs, “So! Why do you have such a vendetta against the Bats?”

“That’s a little personal”

“Is it? I mean you all have been fighting around the entire city, and I’d like to know why”

Hood sighed, “Curiosity killed the cat, you know”

“But satisfaction brought it back”

He smirked, “You’re still exactly the same”

Both of you freeze, “What do you mean?” you whisper

“Nothing” He snaps

You narrow your eyes, leaning closer to him, scrutinizing his face.” I know you” you mumble. You reach out, your fingers brushing over a small scar on his top lip, “Robin? Robin, is that you?”

Robin sighed, “Yeah, it’s me”

You fling your arms around his neck, letting out a sob, “I missed you so much!! How are you alive?!?”

“I’m not really sure. I woke up in my coffin, dug my way out of my grave, and ended up with Talia al Ghul. She put me in the Lazarus Pit, and then I went out and trained. I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone”

“Years, Bird Brain. You’ve been gone for years!! They wouldn’t tell me where you were buried, so I would come up here.”

“Why wouldn’t they tell you?”

“Your name is on your grave, silly. We never did get around to telling each other our names.”

He chuckled, “Well, now’s a good a time as any. My name’s Jason”

“Seriously?! So when I said I liked the name Jason…”

He smirked, “It’s why I liked your choice so much. You said that your favorite name was my name”

You roll your eyes, “My name’s Y/N”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/N”

“The honor’s all mine, Jason”

You pull back from the hug to smack Jason. “What was that for?!”

“Don’t act like that hurt! That was for dying” you smack him again, “And that was for leaving me alone!”

“I missed you too, Kitten”

You roll your eyes. “You’re an asshole, Jason, but at least that hasn’t changed about you. I hope that we can get to know each other, again?”

Jason grinned, “I’d really like that. Maybe we can finally have that date we talked about”

“I think the least you owe me is a damn date, Jason.”

“Meet me here tomorrow? We can discuss times and places”

“Promise me you’ll kill less, before I agree to this”

“For you I’ll tone down the killing, I won’t do it for any of them, but for you I’ll try”

You reach out brushing your fingers through his hair, “I tried to kill him you know. The Joker. I pushed him off a building and everything, did it on the anniversary of your death”

“You’re the only one who did anything to avenge me” Jason whispered

“I almost followed him off that building, Jay. I wanted so badly to be with you. For a long time, I gave up the suit, I couldn’t be out here without you”

“What made you change your mind?”

“The new Robin did. He got hurt. That was when I realized that he’s just a kid, he’s doing the best he can, but if Batman wasn’t going to protect him that I had to. I wouldn’t let another bird die”

Jason sighs, “I’ve been really hard on the kid, maybe I should let up”

“You really should. He’s a good kid if you get to know him.”

“I’ll do my best for you, Y/N”

“Good. Now let’s go patrol together, we have a lot of time to catch up on”

Jason chuckles, “Yeah, let’s head out. How ‘bout we torment the old man? I heard that he was down in the warehouse district tonight”

You grin, “I’m always up for causing a little trouble”

Jason shoots off his grapple gun and jumps off the roof, “Race you there, Kitty Cat!!!”

“You’re on, Tweety Bird!!!”

Imagine Chris bringing you breakfast at work.

“Morning, baby.” Chris mumbled into your skin as he peppered it with soft kisses. You stretched in his arms and smiled, pressing your back against his front. “I’m definitely going to miss waking up to you when I have to leave for ‘Infinity War’.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” You reached behind you and looped your arm around his neck, pressing your face against his pouty one. “I’m going to miss you too. But hey,” you reached for your phone to check the date and your remaining days together, when you saw the time; 8:14AM, you were late for work. “I gotta go!” You broke out of Chris’ grip and jumped out of bed, nearly falling face first when your feet got caught on the sheets.

“You’re going to go to a funeral home if you’re not careful,” he sat up, chuckling. “Babe, relax.” He told you; you resembled a pinball as you bounced around the room, scrambling an outfit while you brushed your teeth. “I’m sure Xenia can manage without you for a while, I mean- who’s getting flowers so early in the morning?”

“You don’t understand.” You told him as you continued to brush; it was probably hard for others to understand, but Chris had your toothbrush talk down pat. “We’ve got a huge order of table arrangements to do today. It’s for a wedding and the bride’s totally insane, if she comes in to do an impromptu check- Xenia’s going to be fucking pissed I’m not there.”

“Okay, well- you still need breakfast, so I’m going to go quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go. What do you want?” He flipped the covers off his legs and started to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“No time,” you told him then entered the bathroom to rinse and spit. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not very hungry anyway, I’ll just pick something up later on my lunch break.” You told him and closed the ensuite door behind you so you could pee then change.

While you were changing, you heard footsteps which meant Chris was doing what you told him not to anyway. You sighed with a smile because you loved how unbelievably caring your boyfriend was, that smile faltered slightly when you realized it wouldn’t be long until you had to say goodbye to him for at least nine months. God, you were going to miss that perfect specimen of a man.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen to kiss Chris goodbye and chuckled softly at his variation of “quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go.” You’d usually just make a smoothie or a protein shake for him when he was running late, but Chris? He had to make a feast with pancakes and bacon and eggs. For a man who was about to run off and be Captain America for the last time, one would think he’d cut his normal eating habits.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but I really don’t have time for any of this,” you told him then pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, okay?” You grabbed an apple from your fridge then headed for the front door, Chris following behind you. “I’ll see you after work?” You quizzed as you cupped his clean shaved face in your hand; he nodded. “I would really like to see Cap with a beard in 'Infinity War’, you should really pitch that.”

“Maybe he does and I just shaved to throw you off,” he teased and you laughed then pecked his lips before heading for your car. “Drive safe,” he called as you climbed in. He waved until you drove out of the driveway and around the corner.
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“I can’t say I like you with Chris,” Xenia began and your eyes narrowed. “Without him, you’re always on time for work. With him, you’re almost always late.” You chuckled when you realized she was just teasing you. “What do you two get up to every night, hm?” She smirked and you laughed, feeling slight heat rise to your cheeks when you thought back to your late nights with your boyfriend.

“Like I haven’t covered for you when you go out and party a little too hard with Tris,” you playfully bit back and she chuckled. “Speaking of, congratulations.” You smiled when you saw her smile; she’d just gotten engaged to her girlfriend of six years. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful your wedding is.”

“And I can’t wait to order flowers from a shop where we don’t have to arrange them,” she said and you both laughed. “What about you and Chris?” She asked when you both settled. “Think you’re ever going to tie the knot with him?”

“I’d like to,” you nodded, smiling. “But it’s not really my choice, is it? He knows I’m in it for the long haul, if he wants the same thing then- he can propose. But I’m not going to push him, I’m good with what we have. Plus- I think he’s got enough on his plate at the moment with 'Infinity War’ coming up and his contract ending.”

“Is he planning on signing another?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s said a few times that if Marvel wants him, they have him, but I personally feel he’d be happier doing something else. He loves directing and he was so happy directing 'Before We Go’, so maybe he’ll go look for something else to direct. He just wants to be known for more than Captain America, and he should- he is so talented.” You were so busy talking about Chris that you didn’t realize he’d walked into the shop and had heard everything you said; he smiled at Xenia who’d spotted him the second he walked in.

“I think you have a customer,” Xenia beckoned her head at Chris and you turned around; you immediately smiled when you saw his face. He held up a little picnic basket and you knew he’d brought breakfast to you. “Oh my God,” Xenia chuckled when you turned back to her, suppressing your excited smile with pressed lips. “You’re not even engaged yet and you can’t spend a minute apart,” she teased and you and Chris laughed. “Go, I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” you reached over the workbench and hugged her, before gesturing for Chris to follow you into the back room. He gave Xenia a quick peck on the top of her head as he walked past, making her laugh. “Yes, fooood.” You cheered as Chris laid out the spread his made this morning on the table. “I’m so hungry.”

“I knew you were lying about being hungry,” he chuckled. “You’re always hungry.”

“True,” you grinned as you forked a piece of pancake onto your paper plate. “Mmm!”

Chris chuckled as you audibly enjoy his breakfast, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t find you adorable. His chuckles turned into laughter when you did a little dance in your chair, humming happily as you ate. God, you were such a dork, but at least you were his dork. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, pulling it to his lips. You raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of your hand; he smiled in response.

“I thought the flowers were going to be the prettiest thing in this shop, I was very wrong.” He complimented and you chuckled, shaking your head. “You know,” he said as he released your hand, scooping himself some scrambled eggs. “This is the first time I’ve brought a girl breakfast after she skipped out on me in the morning.”

“We’re dating,” you chuckled.

“Still left me cold and alone,” he pouted then laughed when you laughed. “But hey, some girls are just worth chasing.” He shot you a wink and you smiled, kissing the air in front of you. “So, you think I’m talented, huh?” He began with a smirk, feeding himself some eggs.

“Of course I do. I’ve always thought you were talented, incredibly talented for a matter-of-fact.” Your eyes narrowed at his question; it seemed random to you until you realized he was talking about what he heard earlier. It dawned on you that he might have also heard you talking about marrying him. “Exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?”

“Around the time when my beautiful girlfriend starting complimenting me,” he told you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “But,” he continued and you tensed, “I may have also heard said beautiful girlfriend talking about marrying me.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage.

“Hey,” he chuckled when he saw your tension; he reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. “Don’t look so worried, that’s definitely the direction we’re headed.” Your shoulders relaxed a little and you smiled at him. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment, like you said. I want to marry you, you bet your ass I’m going to marry you.” You laughed at that. “But I’m going to do it when things settle a little, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

“I love you a lot more than you know, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re never going to be the one that got away,” he assured you then kissed the back of your hand again. You smiled and pressed your hand against his face, to which he turned in to and kissed your palm. “Never.”

“Likewise, Evans.”

Not him

“Why not?” Jughead chewed on the cap of his pen curiously, his eyes lifting to stare blankly at his best friend.

Archie was nervous, his posture made it very clear, he was rigid and fidgety, his hand constantly scratching at the back of his neck.
“I don’t know, I kind of want to try something different, pizza sounds good ya know.”

Jughead slowly slid his notebook away from himself, picking his bag off of the floor and staring at Archie from across Fps trailer, something was up and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
“We go to Pops every friday night, it’s tradition. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Archie pulled his own backpack over his shoulder
“A guy can’t change his mind?” At Jugheads incredulous eyebrow raise Archie sighed

“Fine. Betty has a date tonight..at Pops.”

Jugheads stomach clenched and his heart hammered quick and rapid in his chest, it hurt. It always hurt, the thought of her with someone else, holding someone else, kissing someone else, if made him sick. They had broken up about three months ago, Things had been way too stressful, trying to manage being a Serpent and on the Southside while Betty was on the north side trying to find her orphaned brother, time wasn’t on their side and they had to call it quits, it was wearing them down and it wasn’t healthy.

But god did he still love her. He thought about her everyday, asked Archie constantly to make sure she was okay and never went a day without walking by her house at night. They had promised to keep in touch but it hurt too bad.

“So what, I can handle it. I want a burger. Let’s go” Jugheads eyes were set firmly as he breezed past Archie, jumping into his fathers beat up pickup truck and nearly sped to the little diner off of Main Street.

“Jug! Slow down! The booths aren’t going to move any time soon.” The redhead panted as he hopped out of the car and tailed His seriously strange best friend. As soon as the glass doors swung open Jughead was searching, Archie finally seemed to catch on, clapping a hand to The dark haired boys shoulder

“Dude, think this over.”

Jughead turned calmly, his eyes finding the familiar ponytail almost as if he was drawn to it.
“I am thinking” and then he was gone, headed for a Beautiful blonde cheerleader and her date.

Betty was smiling, her perfect lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake.. she doesn’t even like chocolate, she likes vanilla and sometimes strawberry, this guy didn’t know her at all. Betty’s fingers twirled a curly honey blonde strand innocently, meadow green eyes trained on the blonde boy in front of her, his letterman jacket prominent on his back. To the untrained eye they seemed like the perfect couple, beautiful teen drama pair, but Jughead knew better

Jughead knew Betty

And damn was she bored, her eyes were slightly glazed, her free hand tapping on the countertop as she smiled that absolutely fake show smile, her cheeks stretched wide. When her eyes drifted above her dates head Jughead knew it was time to make his move.

Sliding casually into the booth, he grinned when the boy he was seated next to nearly jumped out of his skin. Betty’s eyes widened as she looked frantically around.

“Hey Betts” Jughead smiled his hand reaching for hers across the table, in a moment of shock and awe betty allowed him to take it, his thumb running slowly over her knuckles. The blonde beside him cleared his throat, knocking them out of their personal bubble.

Betty ripped her hand free, pushing herself back into the booth.

“Jughead! What are you doing?”

Jughead grabbed a fry and shrugged
“I can’t say hi to an old friend?” He questioned, there was something dangerous in the way he was staring at her.

Betty shook her head
“Nows not really a good time, Adam and I..”

Jughead cut her off
“A date right? I gotta say for first dates this is pretty lame. We went to the bijou and watched a while thirteen hour marathon, remember that Betts?” His eyes bore into hers

“Juggie..” Betty whispered

“And what’s up with that shake? Is that chocolate.. dude did you even ask? She hates chocolate she only drinks it when she has too.”

Adam stuttered his eyes falling accusingly on Betty who just glanced away.

Jughead wasn’t done yet
“And can’t you see how cold she is? She always gets cold when she drinks milkshakes, you shoulda offered her your jacket, it’s cold out she shouldn’t even be wearing a skirt like that in this weather, do you want her to get frost bite?” Jughead barked out, glaring at the new boy at his side

“Listen man..” Adam protested

“No you listen, I’ll bet you didn’t even compliment her lipstick, it’s a new shade. It looks great on her but you probably didn’t even let her know. You don’t deserve her, not even a little bit.” Jughead growled, his knuckles turning white while he gripped the Diner table

“Jughead, what….”

Adam stood quickly, dropping a twenty dollar bill on the table
“I thought this would go a little better than this, maybe we could try some other time Betty, clearly you have some… issues to work out.” He left quickly, abandoning his date and rushing out the doors.

“What a loser, doesn’t even stay to..”

Betty was up and out of the booth in seconds flat, brushing past Jughead as she headed for the door, Jughead followed quickly

“Betty! Betts I’m sorry, okay listen I didn’t mean to ruin your date.. I just..”

Betty whipped around, leaves rustling under her feet

“You just what?! You don’t want me so no one else can have me? That’s not fair juggie. What’s next you barge in on my wedding and object?!” Betty pouted,throwing her hands up dramatically.

He couldn’t help the smile that poked through, her glare dampened it though

“I just.. who said I don’t want you? Of course I want you. I’ll always want you, I hate seeing you with those assholes, they’re not good enough for you. You deserve so much better.”

“And that’s you?” Betty questioned stepping forward

Jughead swallowed thickly
“No. god no. I’m the opposite of good enough for you. But I love you and you make me better. I want to.. I want to try again. If you’ll have me I’d love to be your boyfriend again.”

Betty bit her lip before nodding almost imperceptibly her arms opening wide
“I missed you.” And then he was wrapped up, her body tugging him into her.

“God I missed you Betty Cooper. Please don’t ever date blonde, letterman jacket wearing douche bags with tribal tattoos.”

Betty giggled glancing up at him

“How did you know he has a Tribal tattoo?”

Jughead sighed dropping his lips to hers

“Lucky guess” he mumbled

So, I really enjoyed writing this part, even if I didn’t know how to end it. If you want a soundtrack for this one, check out ‘Don’t Be Shy’ by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). Play it towards the end. Thank you @sxnali for the request, @marveliskindacool for beta-reading, and @thegirlwiththeimpala for the compliment regarding the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Almost a Mistake is really cute so far, I love the twist at the beginning! Can’t wait for part 2!!!

I love soul mate aus and I love the new story!! 💕

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 2)

Part 1

“(Y/n)!” Steve yelled as he followed you down the corridor. “(Y/n), wait!”

Wanda had held nothing back as she explained everything that had happened from Pietro’s thoughts. Unfortunately, that included divulging the information that you’d looked at your Ink a long time ago. The embarrassment, and guilt set your feet in your motion, swinging your coat over your shoulder as you left. Steve had also wasted no time in following you.

“Would you just stop so we can talk about this?”
“And do what, Steve?” you snapped. “There is nothing to talk about. This is why I had the ribbon in the first place, so I could have control over my life.”
“It’s not my fault you looked at your ink so don’t punish me for it.”

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Shaking Legs (Part 4)

Lance doesn’t know what to do.

He’s staring at the empty bottle of test strips in betrayal. How could he forget about test strips?!?! Yeah, insulin is extremely important, but what will he do if he can’t check his blood sugar?

Lance lets out a frustrated groan. He’s so stupid! Gah! He only has half a bottle of insulin left, and no way of checking how wacked up his numbers are.

Lance starts when he hears a knock.

“Hey Lance, we’re stopping at the space mall for supplies. You’re coming, right?” Coran’s voice is muffled by Lance’s bedroom door.

Lance panics. ‘Y-yeah! I’ll be right there Coran! Just a sec!“ he calls. He grabs his bottle of insulin and fills a syringe without looking.

'I hope this is enough for lunch…’ he thinks as he shoves it into his arm.

He throws on his jacket and whips the door open. Coran is standing with a raised fist and a shocked expression. One which quickly changes to a smile.

"Ready Lance? Let us go, your fellow paladins are already waiting in the pod.”

Coran grabs Lance’s arm and tugs him down the hall. Lance hopes he doesn’t notice the small flinch that escapes when Coran’s hands slide over his sore arm.

Luckily though, Coran continues to pull Lance roughly down the hall and towards the loading hangar.

'This trip is going to be fun!’ Lance thinks as the doors to the hangar open to reveal his team mates waiting outside the pod. 'What could possibly go wrong?’

Everyone immediately scatters as soon as they arrive.

Lance can barely process it as Keith rushes off towards the weapons merchants, Pidge makes a beeline for the tech area of the mall, and Hunk vanishes. Presumably to the food court.

Coran glances back at Lance’s shocked face and chuckles. “Why don’t you come with me? I have to buy some things for our lounge.”

“I mean, I guess I’ll come with you, since you obviously don’t want to go alone. As a paladin of Voltron I’m practically required to go with you. So yeah, let’s go.” Lance hopes his relief doesn’t show in his incredibly awkward speech.

Coran laughs again and starts off. Lance quickly follows him. Soon they reach a strange looking pawn shop. Coran turns to Lance.

“I’ll only be a minute in here, you can look around if you want?”

Lance nods in agreement and starts poking at some random alien-looking things. Coran immediately goes off to haggle with the dude at the counter. Lance scoffs. Allura is going to be mad when she finds out that Coran still tries to gamble about.

He returns to his poking for awhile. Soon though, Lance starts to feel a bit weird. He can’t properly hold anything and his legs feel like he’s wading through sludge.


Oh no.

This can’t be happening. Not here. anywhere but here.

Lance doesn’t have any juice on him right now. Heck, he doesn’t even have his kit! Not that it would help right now anyways. He’s still out of strips.

He glances quickly at Coran, who is still dealing at the counter, before slipping out of the store.

Lance rushes in the direction of the food court. He has a little bit of money on him. Hopefully it will be enough for a cookie or some juice.  

'I must have dosed too much for lunch. Did I even check how much insulin I took?’ Lance can’t remember.

Black spots start to dance across his vision.

He hears a voice calling after him.

Lance stumbles before sitting down. Hard. His head is spinning.

He barely notices as Coran runs up to him, rummaging furiously in his bag.

Lance does, however, notice when Coran rips open a packet of juice and shoves it towards him with the firm command of;


-Hey! I hope you like it!

“Sassy aren’t we?” & “Hey that’s mine!” Jimin scenario

Requested by @officiallykpopaddicted; Hi! 😊 idk if you’re request is open or not but I was wondering if you could do a funny fluffy imagine thing 28. (Sassy aren’t we?) And 35. (Hey that’s mine!) For jiminie Sorry if it’s not open and you can’t do it 😅❤   P.S: I love your work :))       

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! also you got me hit w the chim feels, i feel attacked

Number thingy :)

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When you woke up this morning your room had been chilly and raw. You had quickly grabbed one of Jimin’s hoodies that was oversized on you. You had inhaled his scent and walked down the stairs to make yourself a hot cup of chocolate.

As you were adding some more whipped cream, Jimin, who just had woken up came sleepily walking into the kitchen.

“Baby, have you seen my grey-” He cut himself off as he saw you sipping your hot chocolate with one eyebrow raised.

Hey that’s mine!” He exlaimed. You smiled innocently. He whined as he rubbed his arms, trying to get some warmth to his shirtless body.

“I’m gonna get cold! I don’t have any other shirts with me here!” He pouted. You clicked your tounge in a teasing manner.

“This, right here, is my cup of care. Oh, would you look at that, it’s empty” You smirked while examining your now empty cup. Jimin chuckled at your response.

Sassy aren’t we?” He asked with a smirk. You smirked back as he walked over to where you were leaning against the counter. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands slipping underneath the hoodie and resting on your back. You hissed at his cold hands against your warm back.

“Stop! Your cold” You complained, trying to get out of his embrace. He only hugged you tighter with a smile.

“You’re warm though” He smiled as he buried his nose in your neck.

“Of course, I’m hot as hell” You scoffed playfully. Jimin laughed in your neck.

“Of course you are darling” He said. You squealed as he lifted you up in bridal style and carried you to the bedroom so you could cuddle.