i knew this was coming and i laughed anyway

i knew i wasn’t gonna find you so i gave up the dream
          and even though once, i thought i finally came close, i didn’t let the dream come back.

you were best forgotten and  anyway,

             i needed more room for the possible.

i tried to laugh often and fill up the space around me so i wouldn’t notice what wasn’t there

            (any room you’re not in is empty as far as i’m concerned)

but

after a dream dies, there’s also the burial (and the haunting) and

          so a part of me was still waiting.
i could feel it trying to bring me back to the impossibility of you

but i couldn’t let that happen.

and i promise not that long ago

your arrival was a truth i believed in

but every room i walked into was empty and
   you took your time and the shadows in my heart got bigger and bigger

and then eventually they were all that was left.

if i’m honest
a part of me still hoped that maybe i was wrong and you were out there after all
and maybe you were writing about the shadows, too  

              but i inherited the homesick hearts of three generations of women

who waited for something that almost belonged to them but never did

                  and i couldn’t hold on to that.

if i’ve failed you i’m sorry,
but if i’m right about this you’re already on your way home to

                     someone else.

so i’m saying this here,
now,
so that i can let go.

I forgive you for not knowing the way to me.
I forgive every map that led you to a room i’d never walk into.
I forgive you for every arrival
somewhere else.

—  Y.Z, an honest letter to a forgotten dream 

Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 


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love letters ❥ peter parker

summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.

word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)

   Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was. 

   Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been. 

    While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.

    He wrote. 

    He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did. 

   Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her. 

   “Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?” 

    Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully. 

   “Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.” 

   Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.” 

    May smiled wistfully. “I do.” 

    “And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks. 


    That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger. 

   “Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up. 

   “Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.” 

    “Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.” 

    Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.  

    Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-” 

    “No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew. 

   Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow. 

    “Do I?” He was practically sweating. 

     “I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.” 

   She called me cute

   “Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?” 

   Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint

   You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly. 

    “Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.

   “You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”   

    “Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?” 

    “You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.” 

    “Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”

    “I’m not much of a writer.”


    So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny. 

   Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much. 

   “It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?” 

   “Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”  

   You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy. 

   “Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left. 

   Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room. 

   “I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him. 

   He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him. 

    “Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him. 

     He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting. 

    “That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right. 

    “Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting. 

   Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life. 

   You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes. 

   “I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected. 

   He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”

   He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s. 

    He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.” 

    Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.

Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:


“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.


Part Two

Cheater Part 2

I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL HERE’S PART TWO 

Part 1

a/n: i’m fuckin dying where is this angst coming from why am i so troubled who hurt me


The sunlight shining into Shawn’s eyes woke him up, and the pounding in his head kept him awake. He opened his eyes, and sat up on the bed. “Babe?” He asked, stretching. He saw the Advil and water, and thanked you silently as he popped the bottle open, and swallowed the pills with a few gulps of water.

Getting out of bed, Shawn didn’t see you in the bathroom, nor did he see you in the spare room where you usually did yoga in the morning. “Honey? You home?” He asked, walking out into the hall. He passed the mirror that was hanging up, and froze.

Walking backwards, he looked at his chest in the mirror, and he felt his stomach turn. “No.” He whispered, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

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The 9 Times Harry Potter Rescued Draco Malfoy

“I don’t need your help, Potter.”

Harry laughs. Loudly. “And how are you planning on removing the jelly-legs jinx without a wand?”

Draco huffs. “I don’t need your help.”

“In that case, you can pretend I’m a fourth year Ravenclaw who stumbled upon you on my way back to my dormitory and luckily knows the counter curse.” Harry winks.

“What the fuck are - ”

“Careful with your language. I’m only 14 remember?”

Draco’s eyes widen. “You are an insufferable -”

“But kind Ravenclaw.” Harry articulates the counter-curse slowly.

“Nice to meet you. Shame it wasn’t under better circumstances.”

Harry turns and walks away. Draco stands up slowly, his legs wobbling.


“Fuck Off, Potter.”

“Potter? Do you mean Harry Potter? If you know Harry Potter, would you be able to get me an autograph?”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Go Away, Potter.”

“Did you get hit with a confundus charm as well as a leg locker curse? I’m not Potter. I’m Ryan. A First Year.”

“Potter…”

Harry pulls out his wand. “Lucky for you, I am quite advanced for my age and know both of the counter-curses!”

“No, I don’t need - “

Harry sings the leg-locker counter-curse.

“You’re welcome.”


Draco sees Harry approaching and grits his teeth.

“A tarantallegra jinx? I bet a Gryffindor did that. Sneaky bastards.”

Draco shakes his head. “You’re a Gryffindor.”

“Me?” Harry blinks rapidly. “That’s an insult. My whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries.”

Draco sighs. “I’m not going to play along, Potter.”

“You’re a little strange, but I guess I’ll help you since you are wearing Slytherin colours after all. We always look after our own.”

Harry performs the counter-curse and walks away.

“This isn’t funny, Potter.”


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Revenge on a waitress

Not sure if this is the place for it; but I thought I’d share anyway.

I used to deliver pizzas for a great many years, we went to the local TGICHILIBEE’s and the entire time we were being served and I was eating I was trying to think of where I knew the damn waitress from. Finally when she brought me the bill, it clicked. I went out to my car and grabbed every piece of change I could find, and with delivering pizzas; it was plentiful. We made a point of hanging around there ordering a few me drinks, decided to have desert, and just generally make hell for this waitress. I know for a good hour I was her last table and she was just waiting on me; which was fine. Once we needed to leave to get to the cinema; taking the kids to the latest Pixar crap, I paid the entire $98.72 bill in change, with zero tip. Spread the change out across the table to resemble a big smiley face.

As I scooped up my kids to put coats and shit on them, she came over and her face dropped. I simply smiled at her and our family walked out.

As I was doing up car seats, the manager and the waitress came out and the manager asked what was wrong. I looked the waitress dead in the eye and spouted out her address and that I was simply returning the favor. Manager looked dumfounded, I backed out and left.

This dumb bitch ordered pizza regularly, 4 or 5 times a week, delivered; paid with an obnoxious amount of unrolled change in a Ziploc bag; if I was lucky, and never a tip. Not a single penny. On top of it, she’d frequently call and complain that we’d forgotten something, to the point that her order always showed up in red on the delivery screen to have a manager come visually check that all the items for her order were there before we left.

As a note, I do genuinely tip; always at least $10, regardless of the bill. I couldn’t bring myself to tip her. I had to make a point. I simply returned the favor and hopefully taught her a lesson.

I’d told the managers at my store what happened on my next shift and that she’d likely call and complain if I ever delivered to her again, which I knew was inevitable. It was a small family run pizzeria, managers told me I’d be taking the run anyway for a laugh if it came up and it was my turn just to see if she’d call and complain. That’s fine, I’d be more than happy to smirk in her face again, even without a tip. Just to have my curiousity fulfilled to see if she learned something.

A few weeks later I managed to, unfortunately, draw the short straw and take her delivery. She just stared at me like an idiot when she opened the door and handed me what she normally does; bitch didn’t learn anything.

I treated her no differently than I would a known $20-tipper at the door, knowing I wasn’t going to be getting a fucking thing. She did in fact call the store to complain about fabricated bullshit, and I just laughed. Apparently I called her a bitch, drove through her lawn and hit her mailbox. We all had a good laugh, and she was banned from ordering deliveries after a manager drove past her house to simply make sure I hadn’t actually fucked her lawn up and knocked over her mailbox.

If you work for tips, you should definitely tip yourself.

Before It’s Too Late (part 12)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: idk man

A/N: I’M BAAAAACCCKKKKKKK!! FINALLY, RIGHT? I had the worst case of writers block ever. Anyways I hope ya enjoy this part, it’s been a while.

Bucky had been afraid to stop by your apartment again, fearing that he’d end up with another black eye, courtesy of Wanda. So, he stayed away and would try to find you around campus but it seemed as if you weren’t attending classes which was false because he had asked Clint if you were attending creative writing and he said yes.

You had been avoiding Bucky. You knew the places he went when on campus so you stayed away from those spots. It was better this way. You didn’t think you’d have the strength to see Bucky face-to-face after hearing all the harsh words he spat at you.

It was silly to even think the handsome man would ever reciprocate your feelings.

As you’re packing up, taking your sweet time so that you wouldn’t run into Bucky on the way out, your professor calls you to her.

“Yes?” you question, holding onto the strap of your bag.

“I graded your make-up paper last night and might I say, it has been the best paper you’ve ever submitted so far.” she smiled, handing you your paper. “It had so much emotion to it, I felt like I was there, feeling everything. You’ve really outdone yourself, Y/N.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

Your professor nods. “Keep it up. Your writing is outstanding.”

You thank her once more before leaving the building. Once the sun hits you, you pull out your phone and call Clint.

“Yeah, hi, if this isn’t the president saying I get the key to the city then goodbye.” he spoke and you roll your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get the key to the city, you’re not that special.” you respond.

He scoffs. “You’re not special either. In fact, I took your picture out of my car a few days ago.”

“Clint, I saw the picture in your car yesterday when you took me to the store.”

“…. Whatever.”

“Anyways, I called to tell you that I received my make-up paper today.”

“What’d you get?”

You see your car coming into view and pull your keys out from your bag. “A perfect score. She said it’s the best paper I’ve submitted so far.”

“See, I knew you had it in you.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

Clint laughs. “Hey, so I got this thing. It’s for-”

You stop listening to him and focus on Bucky who had just opened the door to your creative writing class. You obviously couldn’t tell what he was saying but panic set in and you quickly unlocked your car.

“Shit, Clint I have to go. Talk to you later.” you hang up right in the middle of his protests. You buckle up and start your car just as he shuts the building door with a frown etched on his face.

You back out of the parking lot, not looking back once.


Knocking on Steve’s door, you hope and pray Bucky doesn’t answer and you let out a sigh of relief when you see Sam.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

You enter the apartment and look around, half to see if Bucky was there and half for Steve.

“You guys got lemons to spare? Wanda’s been watching some cooking channel and she wants to try and make something from it but she needs lemons and I’m too lazy to drive all the way to the store.” You say.

“Ummm… I think so. Let me see.” you watch Sam go into the kitchen and open the fridge. At this time, you hear a door open from the hallway and your heart starts beating fast. You’re expecting to see Bucky but instead you see Steve and you start to calm down.

“Hey, Y/N. What’re you doing here?”

“Came for some lemons.” you respond.

Steve nods and Sam comes back with a bag full of 4 lemons. “Here ya go.”

You take the bag and smile at your friend. “Thanks Sammy.”

“No problem. I’m coming by to eat. Need to see if Wanda put my lemons to good use.” he says and you chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll tell her.” you say then turn to Steve. “See you later, Blondie.”

Steve playfully rolls his eyes and bids you goodbye before you exit their apartment.

Bucky, who had been painting in his room, heard muffled noises over his music that was playing but he brushed it off as Steve and Sam talking or watching a movie. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar laugh that he turned down his music and listened carefully.

The brunette heard ‘alright, I’ll tell her’ and jumped up, placing his paint palette on his desk before busting out of his room and running into the living room. He came to a halt when he saw only Steve and Sam.

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky questioned, frowning.

“She just left.” Sam says, flopping down on the couch with the remote in his hand.

“Buck…” Steve frowned, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I gotta get back to painting.” he says, shrugging the blonde off before heading back to his room.


A couple of days pass and Bucky’s about had it. He needed to talk to you which was why he was standing at the door, looking through the peephole as he waited for you to get back from your classes.

“What’re you doing?” Sam questioned as he walked into the room.

“Waiting for Y/N.” was his response.

“Okay… that’s not creepy at all.” Sam checked his phone before nudging Bucky. “Move, I gotta go meet Cynthia at that coffee shop.”

Bucky steps back and looks at his friend. “Cynthia, huh? You two a thing now?”

“Yeah, it just kind of happened.” He shrugged with a smile.

Bucky pats his friend on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.” Sam says goodbye to the brunette before leaving the apartment.

He goes back to looking through the peephole and when he does, he sees you passing the door. Immediately, he pulls the door open and steps out, calling your name.

He hadn’t rehearsed what he was going to say to you so when you turned around and he saw your face for the first time in weeks, his mind went blank.

You stood there, slightly panicking as the two of you stared at each other awkwardly. Breathing in sharply, you take a step back and Bucky reaches for you.

“Wait! Please…”

You stare at his outstretched hand before looking up at him and sighing. “What do you want, James?”

Bucky’s heart shattered.

James.

James.

You would jokingly call him James but this… this was nowhere near being a joke.

“Please, don’t call me James, Y/N…” it came out as a whimper.

You sighed again. “What do you want?”

Bucky took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted when you told me how you felt. I-” he sighed. “I was mad that you waited so long to tell me. I was mad because you waited till I moved on to tell me how you felt. It’s not an excuse, what I did and how I responded was completely unnecessary. I just thought that you were saying all that because Vis told you how I felt. I didn’t think you were being sincere and I acted out. But I’m sorry. It hurt seeing you cry and it hurt when I got punched twice and it hurt even worse when you started avoiding me.” he takes a cautious step towards you. “I just want to make things right.”

The fact that he just said he thought Vis told you how he felt completely flew over your head.

Your eyebrows knit together. “You got punched twice?” Bucky nods. “By who?”

“Nat and Wanda… don’t worry, I deserved it.”

You think back to when Wanda held ice to her fist, saying she punched a wall and you shake your head.

Silence filled the air as you stared at the charm bracelet on your wrist, playing with the angel wings locket that had Bucky’s picture in it while Bucky stared at you. He opened his mouth a couple of times, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say so he just closed his mouth.

Finally, he sighed. “I broke up with Kristen.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his. “Oh… sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t a bad break up or anything. We… we broke up because of you.” Your eyes widen and once Bucky plays back exactly what he just said in his head, his eyes widen too. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just- I mean-” he stops talking and takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been for a while but I’ve never said anything.”

“Why?”

“You have a specific type. I’ve caught onto it throughout the years of us being friends. You like high-classed guys. Guys who clean up nicely and play golf and do all of that boring shit… but that’s not me. I don’t fit into that. I didn’t think I was your type so I never said anything. I thought if I waited it out that my feelings would go away. Obviously, I was wrong.” Bucky takes your hand in his, never taking his eyes off yours. “Please, Y/N… please.”

Your eyes start to water as you shake your head, pulling your hand away from Bucky.

“I can’t.” you say. “I’m sorry Bucky, but I can’t. You hurt me.”

You take a step back but he follows.

“Let me fix this. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” His eyes filled with tears. “Please let me fix this.”

“Bucky,” you sighed.

“Please…”

“Bucky just… give me some time, alright? I need time.” You say and he nods, wiping his eyes before his tears could fall.

“Okay, I’ll give you time.” the handsome brunette runs his fingers through his hair as he steps back. “I know this is a stretch but will you, uh, come to my art show? It’s this Friday.” you give him a hesitant look and he licks his bottom lip. “I’m not asking as the guy who’s madly in love with you. I’m asking as your friend.”

You exhale loudly before nodding. “I’ll think about it.”


A/N: I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning. I hope ya like this part :) tell me what ya think!

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Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?

—–

“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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hula-hoopist  asked:

(If you have the time) you should do a book rec list!!

$Definitely!! I’m just going to include the ones that I’ve read that have resonated with me personally, so please feel free to message me for specific recs (Scifi, romance, wlw, etc) and i’ll look into making a more refined list for you.  Reading is truly such a positive outlet, regardless of age, and I really hope there is something on here for everyone to love as much as I did.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz.  Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be. 

This book is so important.  It follows two Mexican-America boys, through the 80s in Texas, and at the very heart of all of it, is a love so pure and intense, it made me genuinely choke up with how intimate it was. (Try not to fall in love with Dante, I dare you, you will fail, just as hard as Ari)


Girl Mans Up  by M-E Gerard. All Pen wants is to be the kind of girl she’s always been. So why does everyone have a problem with it? They think the way she looks and acts means she’s trying to be a boy—that she should quit trying to be something she’s not. If she dresses like a girl, and does what her folks want, it will show respect. If she takes orders and does what her friend Colby wants, it will show her loyalty.But respect and loyalty, Pen discovers, are empty words. Old-world parents, disintegrating friendships, and strong feelings for other girls drive Pen to see the truth—that in order to be who she truly wants to be, she’ll have to man up.

Girl Mans Up is such a great book about gender identity for queer girls.  Pen is amazing narrator, and having it in the first person perspective is perfect for seeing just how frustrating it is to be a girl that doesn’t fit the gender role she’s expected to. (She also has a girlfriend who she stays with in the entire book and they have a wonderful relationship, no one dies 10/10)


Whatever: or how junior year became totally f$@ked by S.J. Goslee @pantstomatchJunior year is about to start. Here’s what Mike Tate knows:His friends are awesome and their crappy garage band is a great excuse to drink cheap beer. Rook Wallace is the devil. The Lemonheads rock. And his girlfriend Lisa is the coolest. Then Lisa breaks up with him, which makes Mike only a little sad, because they’ll stay friends and he never knew what to do with her boobs anyway. But when Mike finds out why Lisa dumped him, it blows his mind. And worse―he gets elected to homecoming court.With a standout voice, a hilariously honest view on sex and sexuality, and enough f-bombs to make your mom blush, S.J. Goslee’s debut YA novel Whatever. is a fresh, modern take on the coming-out story.

I’m honestly 100% certain there isn’t a summary that could do Whatever justice. I read this book because another librarian I work with suggested it to me, and I haven’t laughed out loud so much at a book since the Georgia Nicholson Diaries.  Mike is a bisexual teen who frequently doesn’t shower and hangs out with the most endearing group of straight boys you could possibly conjure up.  This book also has incredibly refreshing male/female friendships and the sweetest sibling relationship between Mike and his eccentric little sister, Rosie.

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here–it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.

It’s Harry Potter but funnier and Harry and Draco end up together!! Actually, it’s Simon and Baz, but honestly it’s what all of our thirteen year old selves were starved for, like junkies of fanfiction.net, just looking for a fix.  I’m always a little hesitant of YA romance novels with vampires (For good reason, I think we’re all a little jaded still), but Baz is my Favorite Vampire™.  He’s funny and sarcastic and moody and just a little bit lonely, the poor thing. 


The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater @maggie-stiefvaterEvery year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them–until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn’t believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore

This sort of sounds like a lovey dovey romance novel right? It’s not. There’s magic, and psychics, and dead Welsh Kings (this medieval lit major was shook), and the most fleshed out characters I’ve read in a series in about 8,000 years. I didn’t think I could fall in love with a group of spoiled prep school boys, and neither does the main character Blue, but here she is with her four husbands. 


Timekeeper by Tara Sim. In an alternate Victorian world controlled by clock towers, a damaged clock can fracture time–and a destroyed one can stop it completely. It’s a truth that seventeen-year-old clock mechanic Danny Hart knows all too well; his father has been trapped in a Stopped town east of London for three years. Though Danny is a prodigy who can repair not only clockwork, but the very fabric of time, his fixation with staging a rescue is quickly becoming a concern to his superiors. And so they assign him to Enfield, a town where the tower seems to be forever plagued with problems. Danny’s new apprentice both annoys and intrigues him, and though the boy is eager to work, he maintains a secretive distance. Danny soon discovers why: he is the tower’s clock spirit, a mythical being that oversees Enfield’s time. Though the boys are drawn together by their loneliness, Danny knows falling in love with a clock spirit is forbidden, and means risking everything he’s fought to achieve.
But when a series of bombings at nearby towers threaten to Stop more cities, Danny must race to prevent Enfield from becoming the next target or he’ll not only lose his father, but the boy he loves, forever.

I didn’t think steampunk was my thing, but I see maybe I was wrong.  Or maybe I just really love this one particular steampunk book.  Danny is so full of moxie and sarcasm and nervous sweating and tea it’s easy to see why Colton falls for him.  This book also tends to tackle really heavy subjects without you realizing its done just that.  

say you’ll remember me

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mingyu x reader fluff, angst, implied smut

6,445 words

a/n: i know some parts of this are so *stares right into the camera* obnoxiously cheesy but guess what? i like this and i just don’t care. i’m currently writing a horribly stupidly long hoseok fic, but i realized the writing had gotten a little stale n asked my bff for a prompt to write a “ficlet” (this was supposed to be 2k or less) and she gave me: mingyu, fluff and angst, wildest dreams by taylor swift (because my mingyu tag is “he’s so tall and handsome as hell”). so ta da, this is what u get

~ in which your young, dumb love will hurt you, will ruin you, has an expiration date…but is so, so worth it


    You never forgot to visit your hometown in the summertime. Of course, it was nice to see your family, but you could see them any time of the year, and saw them often in the fall and the winter. What made the long drive from the city worth it in the hundred degree weather, sun glaring down on the hood of your car and baking you inside of it, was the chance to see the seaside in all its glory. You’d been raised in a humble beach town and you’d seen it a thousand times, but you’d be happy to see it a thousand more. As a kid, you couldn’t say you’d appreciated it much. The town itself and the beach were a little dumpy, nothing to write home about.

    It was the memories you’d created there once upon a time that made it special. As you pulled into a spot in the tiny parking lot and cut the ignition, you could remember late nights in the backseat of a car a lot older and rustier than this one, making your own heat as you pressed your sweat-slicked body to another. You trudged out onto the sand and as it flattened beneath your sneakers, you remembered squishing it between your toes as you watched a certain young man wading in the shallow ocean waters. He’d splashed some little kids nearby, pretending to fall beneath the surface with the weight of their own splashes back at him, and you’d imagined how this scene would look many years from now with children who were the perfect mix of you and him. You’d been 17 then.

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Forgotten (Jughead Jones)

Warning ⚠️: Physical abuse, Spoilers of episode 6 and swearing

You and Jug were friends before Archie and him got into a fight, so you were the only thing he could rely on, when they stopped being friends you had to pick a side and of course you picked Jughead’s.

You guys became inseparable and you developed a crush on Jug with time, but unlike Betty and Archie, you decided to throw your feelings away because you knew as a matter of fact Jug didn’t liked you back, so why would you bother?.

Now in sophomore year, Jug and you seemed to drift apart, especially with him being on the school newspaper, no matter if he was doing that or writing his book Betty was always with him, but when they kissed.

That’s when you realized you were actually in love with Jughead but also you realized that you might’ve lost your best friend for ever

She replaced you, and Jughead didn’t even notice.

Your dad was an alcoholic who bet the crap out of you, and only Jughead knew about it.

“You little rat” your dad shuttered drunkenly as he threw a cristal bottle in your direction, the shattered pieces scratched your skin, your blood falling to the floor. “I’m so sick of you” he said and punched you right on the cheekbone, the pain flowing all over your body as he threw you to the ground and kept hitting you mercilessly.

You squirmed around, screaming and crying begging him to stop, he pushed you to the counter away from him, you hit your back against the wood loudly as he reached for his gun, pointing it right at your head from the distance.

Your eyes opened widely as she put her shaking hands in the air as a sign of surrender “Dad…” you called him in a whisper “Please, put the gun down” you shuttered as calmly as you could, but your father pulled the trigger and you closed your eyes shut, and you opened them again, realizing he missed and passed out because of the alcohol.

You didn’t twice before running back to your bedroom, you grabbed a bag and put some stuff in there, clothes, money, your phone, anything that could be useful. When your bag was done you left the house and hide on a cheap motel near.

The day after your father reported you missing, and of course everyone at school found out. Jughead felt responsible for your disappearance.

He ignored you and his mind couldn’t stop thinking of the worst escenarios possible. What if you were dead?

His heart sunk.

It would be his fault, because he wasn’t there when you most needed him.

That was why when he heard you went missing he didn’t think twice before going after you “Juggy!” Betty said coming after him, he turned around “Were are you going?” She asked

“I’m sorry, I have to look for her, if something happens to her it would be my fault” he urged and Betty looked at Jughead with sweetness
“Let me come with you” she said but Jughead stopped her
“No Betty, I have to do this alone” he stated and she nodded letting him leave

He looked around Riverdale, because he knew that you would never leave without him, no matter how bad things were between you two. Then he remembered the little cheap hotel were you both stayed when they closed the In and Out movies.

You had to be there, you had to be okay.

He entered the place completely nervous, practically throwing himself to the receptionist who looked at him weirdly “Have you seen a girl with H/C hair and E/C eyes?” He asked hopefully and the receptionist looked at him before sighing

“Room 620, here’s the other key” she said handing the key over to Jughead who smiled widely

“Thank you!” He said before running away to the room. He put the key on the lock, the door opened almost immediately. When he saw you a weight was lifted off his shoulders “Y/N! You’re…” he beamed but soon stopped when he noticed your bruises and scratches

“Oh wow, you remember my name, yay me!” You exclaimed sarcastically turning your attention back to the tv, ignoring Jughead’s confused expression as he walked over to you

“What do you mean? Y/N you’re my best friend!” He said in disbelief and you stood up facing Jughead

“Am I? Because now you seem pretty cozy with your new girlfriend Betty or whatever the hell she is!” You spat “

I had a gun pointed at my fucking head Jughead!” His eyes opened widely
“I was this close to be buried 6 feet on the ground like Jason but you didn’t knew because you were too busy making out with Betty!” By now you were screaming, Jughead was silent

“Y/N…” he whispered coming closer
“Shut up” you cut him off
“Just listen!” He pleaded

“JUST SHUT UP” you yelled at him making him flicker slightly “Don’t worry, I’ll come back to school tomorrow and let you know when I’m about to die” she said the last thing sarcastically

“It would be something like ‘He Jug, guess what? I’m dead! But I hope you have a good day anyway’ how about that?” she said with fake happiness

“Stop joking about something like that!” He yelled coming closer to you, he was furious “Stop thinking that I don’t care! Because I do, more than you know” he said looking hurt about his friend’s words

“I care about you more than I do or ever did about anyone” he confessed grabbing her by the arms as he looked into her eyes

“Even Archie?” She asked
“Hell I even care more about you than Betty!” He scoffed jokingly, but both of you knew that he was serious, you both laughed at his comment, but then there was a silence and you couldn’t help but stare at his thin pink lips and he also stared at yours.

You looked at each other and started to slowly lean in, looking between your eyes and lips and when you were inches away from kissing you spoke “What are we doing?” You asked, your hot breath hitting his mouth

“I don’t know or care” he whispered back finally locking your lips with his, the butterflies on your stomach were unstoppable, and Jughead slipped his hand on your waist to pull you close slowly.

You both knew it was bad, but you’ll figure it out, you always do.

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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EXO’s Reaction to one of the members roasting you but you roast them twice as bad

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Minseok:

*Proud momma duck. He was going to yell at the member who roasted you but hearing your reply made him smirk before giving you an applause.*

You: “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know that just because you have a dick you can act like one.”

OH-!!! Damn baby, that was better than what I was going to do.”

Originally posted by xiaonancii96

Junmyeon:

*Also a proud momma duck. He was going to break up the fight but hearing what you said, he looked at you with a subtle smirk and winked.*

You: “You know, your mouth is moving but all I hear is ppfftt because all you’re saying is shit.”

That’s right, (Y/n). You tell him. That’s my girl.”

Originally posted by exoplathot

Yixing:

*Blushes at the fact that you can even come up with those words. In a way, he was also proud of you for defending yourself like that and it made him fall in love with you more.*

You: “What about my outfit? Oh, yeah and you look any better? Whatever look you were going for, you missed big time.”

Oh my god, you are perfect darling. I couldn’t come up with anything better. I think you look great anyway.”

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

Baekhyun:

*He’d lean back as he laughed and then fall off his chair shaking his head. He doesn’t want to believe that you said that but at the same time, it felt amazing to hear you say it.*

You: “No, keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.”

“!!!!!!!!! Do I laugh? Or do I stop her before this gets out of hand???”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Jongdae:

*Calmly sips his drink because he knew this was going to happen. He has been on the end of your roasting stick before and it is not fun. When the member looks at him for help, he doesn’t do anything but shrug because he can’t help them out of the hell they’ve walked themselves into.*

You: “Please, if I wanted to die, I would’ve climbed a ladder and then jump to your IQ.”

“Sorry buddy. I can’t help you out. I can only watch you burn up in flames as she roasts you. I’ve been there before and you just gotta try to survive through it.”

Chanyeol:

*A swear word would leave his mouth when he heard your roast. He’d act surprised at first but then laughs at the member’s face.*

You: “A thought just crossed your mind? That must have been a long and lonely road.”

“(Y/n)! Where did you come up with that! Should I laugh or stop this argument?”

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Kyungsoo:

*He’s snort, look away with a straight face and sip his drink. On the outside, he was calm but on the inside he was laughing in ass off. He knew you’d do well and he was trying to hide his face to keep him from bursting out in laughter.*

You: “Huh…too bad they can’t take you to jail for being stupid.”

But that ain’t my business.”

Jongin:

*He’d probably choke on his drink at hearing what you said. Then he’d go and hug you for the great comeback.*

You: “Hey, do you want your nose back? It was in my business.”

Baby come here! I need to hug you and keep you out from doing more damage to my member’s ego.”

Sehun:

*The drink that was in his mouth was now all over the table and he’d be too busy laughing to even clean it up.*

You: “Are you like, related to a cactus? Because you’re kind of being a prick right now.”

“O-oh shit! Baby, where did you learn comebacks like that? Please teach me.”

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MASTERLIST

Have I gone mad?

Originally posted by lavendertitties

Originally posted by havi-corredor

Character: Harry hook

Requested: yep

Warnings: nah

A/N: I loved writing this! Maybe I should do a second part

You were walking through the isle, barely making eye contact with anyone. It’s not your fault you don’t want to talk to them you rather talk to the voices in your head! And riddles you love riddles.

People say your mad like your dad but you don’t see it. You still don’t understand why they considered mad hatter has a villain.. because he’s mad? He’s crazy? Ugh. It’s not fair. You’d rather be in wonderland right now.

You look at the clock. The time!

The time!

It’s tea time! You smile widely and head to your table to have some tea.

You look down at your arms where it says your soulmates first line.. you haven’t met them yet so you keep thinking you won’t meet them at all.

like who’s first word to somebody is
“ tea? ”

Sigh. You throw the thoughts to the back of your head and run to your table at the edge of the island nobody knows about. It’s actually quite beautiful here, so you decided to keep it to yourself.. even though you wouldn’t even have anybody to show.

“ tea tea tea ” you sang to yourself.

“ tea? ” you hear a voice say, behind you.

You turn around to see a handsome pirate. You weren’t even paying attention to how it was your soulmate mark. You aren’t very good at talking to cute boys and you just get completely mad.

“ why is a raven like a writing desk? ” you spat out, laughing historically. You then turned back to your table. You split a tea cup in half and filled it up with tea. He looks like he seen a ghost.

“ don’t worry it runs in the family ” you laugh, a little crazy.

“ daughter of mad hatter, who knew you would be my soulmate ” he smirks. You blush.

“ I have absolutely positively no idea what you’re going on about over there ” you sit down at your table.

“ come on, don’t act dumb. You might be crazy but you definitely aren’t dumb. Everyone knows what soulmate marks are ” he rolls his eyes.

“ okay wise guy, why are you here anyway? This is my secret spot where only me and my father know about ” you get up to face him, you then crossed your arms and put your head up.

“ I followed you because I was curious where you go everyday at the same time, now I know you just come here to have tea ” he now crosses his arms.

“ it’s always tea time! ” you exclaimed and grabbed your hat and put it on your head, it’s exactly like your dad’s. You miss him. You laugh historically. Then you realize.

“ have I gone mad? ” you ask, looking him in the face.

“ I’m afraid so.. but don’t worry the best people are ” he replies. Walking over to you, grabbing your hand.

“ soulmates huh.. I honestly never thought I’d meet you, I thought I was just too bonkers to have one ” you replied laughing.

“ i thought I never meet mine.. but I’m glad I did.. even if you are a little bonkers ” he smirks.

anonymous asked:

Hi!💕 love your writing, can you please do a writing for numbers 1 and 15 combined I think that would be pretty cool. Thanks😊

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m glad you do, love. I added another one to it, hope you don’t mind. x

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1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” & 15. “Well you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” & 14. “Take. It. Off.”

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When Niall invited you and Harry to a costume party he was throwing, you both were quick to search for costumes just as Niall hung up the phone.

But you made one rule: You wouldn’t show your costumes to each other until the night of the costume part, seeing each other at the party rather than going with each other.

You had ordered a Velma costume from Scooby Doo because she had always been your favorite cartoon character so you thought, why not?

Harry on the other hand had a Harry Potter costume.

After you both got ready in your separate houses and drove off to Niall’s, you greeted the people you knew, amused by how good Niall’s house decorations looked and how diverse the costumes were.

“Y/N! You made it!” Niall grinned, hugging you as he stood in a spider-man suit, without the mask, “You look incredible!” He laughed.

“Thanks, Ni! I think you should audition for Peter, they seem to never stop making spider-man movies anyway.”

“I think I will, I think I will. Maybe have Harry help me,” He teased, “Where’s that dick anyway? Did you come together?”

You shook your head, “He should be here any minute.”

Niall nodded before excusing himself to greet a few people who entered.

An hour later, you were dancing with Eleanor to Back To You, screaming the lyrics together before she pointed behind you, “Harry came,” She shouted over the music.

You turned, grinning when you saw his costume before excusing yourself to walk over to his way. What came with Harry’s height was that he didn’t notice you walking his way, only feeling a tap on his chest.
He looked down, smiling when he saw you before raising an eyebrow and holding you at arm length. “You look so fucking good, baby, but isn’t the skirt a bit too…you know…” He motioned with his index to the top of his legs, signing that it was short.

“Harry,” You looked at your skirt for a moment before back at him, “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Harry nodded reluctantly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, standing beside you, his other hand on your jaw, turning your head to face him as he placed his lips on yours in a hard yet loving kiss.
“The things I want to do to you right now.” He whispered in your ear with a hoarse voice.

You blushed, yet still looked at him, licking your lips as a reply.
“Fuck. Stop.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on your lips.

“Stop what?” You asked innocently.

“Don’t play innocent with me, Y/N. It won’t end up good, baby girl, you know that.”

You shrugged, staring ahead. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Harry stayed silent, watching you that night. He had to shake his head at a few guys who looked at you as you danced with Eleanor and other different people, glaring at them as he kept a hard expression.

One guy though had managed to place himself beside you as you danced, giving you a flirty smile that Harry caught on.
“S'cuse me.” He passed and pushed through the people before he reached you, grabbing your hand in his before dragging you behind him.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“We’re going home.”

“What? Why? I don’t want to go now.” You frowned as you both left Niall’s house before releasing a squeal once Harry pushed your back to the wall, pressing his body to yours, his arms on either sides of your head.

“Well you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” He whispered, peppering you with small kisses around your mouth, to your jaw and down your neck.

You bit your lip to contain your moan, tilting your neck a little.
“Not here, baby. Come on.” Harry said before licking his lips. You looked at him for a moment before placing your lips on his pink ones, getting inside his car before him driving off.

Once you reached Harry’s house, he had picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his torso once he closed the door, his lips finding yours. You were both a moaning mess, the only sound in the house being little noises from the both of you and the sound of your lips locking.

Your feet touched the floor, hands placed on Harry’s chest. Harry tugged at your skirt, breathing against your neck as both hadn’t left your place. “Take. It. Off.” He emphasized before placing his lips back on your neck, marking you.

You did what he ordered; unzipping your skirt before letting it fall to the ground.

“You’re never wearing this skirt unless you know I’m about to fuck you, hear me?”

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Dominant! daddy! Harry makes me weak.

Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.

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The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.

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After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.

“What?”

“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….

 

Part 2?

The Beauty of the Fawn. {Elriel}

Warning: Smut ahead.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Saying goodnight to the others, I ducked inside our tent. It was a little bit cramped for an Illyrian, but I didn’t complain. She was lying in the middle of a pile of blankets we pulled from my bed earlier that afternoon, smiling lazily at me as I zipped the hole that served as a door closed. 

“I’ll never get tired of it,” she shook her head, quietly. “I’ll never get tired of the beauty. It surprises me every time.”

It was Feyre’s idea to watch this year’s Starfall out in the woods of Velaris, the Inner Circle alone for the occasion. We sat around the fire until it began, then we all lied next to one another in the grass - Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Nesta, Mor, Amren, Elain, myself - and watched the souls pass. No one spoke, but we all held on to one another as we breathed in the beauty, the peace, of Starfall. 

We watched each other for a silent minute before she continued, “I like it out here. It’s peaceful.”

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Meeting the Archer [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Jason x reader where the reader meets Roy for the first time”

A/N: I love this idea! Love love love! <3 Hope you like it darlings!! ^_^

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Today was the day, you’re meeting one of Jason’s ‘coworkers’ as he liked to call them. But you knew it was one of the other members of the Outlaws. Today you were meeting Roy Harper aka Arsenal.

And you were terrified! This is Jason’s best friend! What if he hates you? Or thinks you’re not good enough for him? So many things could go wrong!!

Jason had suggested that you should meet Roy first in order to ease you into this, saying, and I quote “An orange alien may be a bit overwhelming to start with” leaving you rather confused. 

But let’s focus on the problem at hand. You’re currently overthinking this, remember?

“[F/n] calm down, Roy’s going to love you.. Well maybe not ‘love,’ we’ll leave that to me.” Smirking as he lead you by the hand. Through the park, to a cafe you both enjoyed.

“I don’t know if I can do this Jay, what if he doesn’t like me?” Insecurities on full display at this point. Your hand gripping his slightly tighter, but enough for him to notice.

“He’s going to like you I promise” he stopped walking and turned to stand in front of you. Gluing his blue eyes to your [e/c] ones.

“What if he thinks I’m not good enough for you?” diverting your hues to your intertwined hands.

He shook his head, “That’s nonsense, if anything I’m not good enough for you. You’re beautiful, smart, kind, an amazing listener and person in general, shall I go on?” pulling you a bit closer to him.

“I’m flattered by the compliments Jay but I don’t think I’m ready” pulling your hand from his. Turning to retreat, but feelin a grip on your wrist.

You were tugged back and lifted over his shoulder, squealing “JASON!”

“Sorry babe, but Roy’s waiting and I’m not letting you chicken out. I’ll carry you the entire way if I have to” You could hear the blatant smirk in his tone. This boy.

“Jason I swear to all things holy, if you don’t put me down” Threatening in the most intimidating way you could, but in the current situation you were anything but intimidating.

You heard his chuckle, “You’re cute you know that” patting your ass in the process. You normally wouldn’t blush at the gesture, but he usually did it in private. And currently you weren’t in private, getting giggles and chuckles out of every person you passed.

Feeling your face heating up in the process. “FINE!” giving in, “I won’t run just put me down!”

“Magic words?” he stopped walking and smirked over his shoulder so you could see him. “Please” you smiled innocently at him.

“Not that magic word, the other ones” Giving him the ‘you’re joking, right?’ glare. “Say’em”

“Fine… Red Hood is better than Batman” muttering so only he could hear you. “And?” he lead on, “ and was the best Robin” you finished. He laughed before putting you down, “Damn straight”

“Let’s go before I change my mind” chuckling while tugging at his hand. Obeying he followed, making your way to lunch. 


It was a nice little cafe. Having outdoor seating on warm days like today. Making your way inside, you watched as Jason examined faces. He stopped on a man that matched Roy’s description.

Standing when Jason walked over to him. They did that bro hug thing that guys do with their buddies. Smiling you walked over to the pair, Jason wrapped an arm around you. “Roy this is [F/n], [F/n] meet Roy”

Shaking his hand he looked you over before allowing a large grin to make it’s way onto his features. “Ah, so this is the one true love. What the hell Jay I thought you were always talking about me?”

You laughed at the hurt expression and tone he used. Jason only shook his head chuckling. You both saw across from the red haired male, holding the others hand on the table.

“I never thought I’d see my jaybird falling in love” Roy wiped away a fake tear. You’re liking this guy.

After ordering a couple drinks, Roy began to dive into stories about Jason on missions. Highlighting his most ungraceful moments. Even making Jason’s cheeks flush from embarrassment.

“And then this one time, he was jumping rooftops with Kori and I. Though Kori doesn’t need to jump roofs. Anyways, Jason thought it would be fun to see who could do it the fastest, and we raced. He was about to win until he got cocky and misstepped. He ended up getting his foot caught on the ledge and he straight up face planted. He.. he” getting cut off with his own laughter. “He ended up breaking his nose and needed stitches on his forehead.” You were both laughing now.

“Oh man that’s nothing! On our one month anniversary..” You began but was cut off.

“Don’t you dare!” his tone darkened but you couldn’t help yourself. You only laughed it off, “Oh come on it’s funny. So anyway, he had called me earlier that day asking me to come over his place that night. He sounded super stressed and I knew he would be out. I went over before he would be home. Set up this whole elaborate relaxing night. Candles, his favorite take out, favorite whiskey, me~ if you’re catching my drift.” He nodded suppressing laughter, while Jason was hiding behind his hands. “So I’m waiting in his room for like an hour after he was supposed to get back, I get tired of it and walk out into the living room. To find he had eaten the food, drank the whiskey and passed out on the couch”

“Oh god no way” Roy laughed. “I’m dead serious. But I didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He felt so bad the next day.” Nudging Jason’s arm.

“I’m disowning both of you” he mumbled before lifting his head to look at you. “Aw but you love us” Roy jutted out his lower lip.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t dare disown me” Pecking his cheek after speaking. “Yeah you’re right I wouldn’t disown you” he pecked your lips, eliciting a teasing ‘aw’ from Roy. “But him!” pointing an accusing finger at the archer, “He started the embarrassing stories”

“But you still love me, right Jaybird?” You were beginning to love that nickname and were definitely going to use it.

Jason only rolled his eyes, “That’s ‘yes’ in Jason speak” Roy made you laugh once again.

Though your laughter was cut off by his phone ringing. “Sorry to cut this short love birds but Ollie needs me and duty calls” he said whilst reading the text.

Before he left they gave each other another bro hug. “It was so nice meeting you Roy, let’s all get together again soon” you hugged him. “You bet” he replied enthusiastically.

When he pulled away and went to leave he made sure to tell Jason, “Treat her right Jaybird, she’s a keeper” patting his shoulder before leaving.

After he left you and Jason followed suit soon after.

“And you were worried” he chuckled, walking through the park once again.

“I was but I’m glad you talked me into going. He’s a really good guy” you smiled, leaning into Jason. “I think I’m going to be the one worried to get you two together now, in order to save my dignity” he chuckled.

Laughing you kissed his cheek, “What dignity?”

“Ouch” he mocked offense, making you both chuckle. “What do you say we head back to my place and I make up for what happened on our anniversary?”

“Oo, someone’s eager” teasing laced in your voice, an amused grin on your face.

He tugged you back toward him throwing you over his shoulder again. “Very eager” he laughed before carrying you through the park.

“Goddammit Jason” yelling as he carried you.

Only getting laughs out of him, smirking he said “You shouldn’t have told that story.”

anonymous asked:

20,22, 17 and 1 for the prompt list with Peter Parker? Pls I love angst

this isn’t angsty at the slightest bc i’m garbage i’m sorry 


“So, you’re just gonna leave without a ‘goodbye’?” I smiled to myself, pulling my sweater over my head. “Who knew you were so sleazy.”

“I’ve got exams in the morning that I haven’t studied for, Parker.” I glanced at my friend, Peter. He sighed, slipping his boxers back on and walking over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweats before putting those on, too. “Don’t you have to study for finals too, Engineer Major?” He rolled his eyes, throwing me my shorts and walking over to the bathroom.

“I do, but, if you forgot, I’m a genius. You’ve known me since high school. We’re second years now, you should know this.” I laughed, shaking my head. I looked up after putting my shoes on and saw him leaning against the door of the bathroom. “You’re actually leaving?” I looked at him confused – it’s not like this was new. “I know it’s not new.” My eyes widened, realizing I had said that last part out loud. I shrugged. “It’s just – doesn’t this feel… different?” I gulped, looking at the front door and shrugging again; the air was growing thick and it was becoming uncomfortable.

“Pete,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “we’re just frien–”

We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” I groaned, I knew this conversation would come, I just expected it to be over one of our study days, not after one of our sleeping days.

“Peter, I don’t want to talk about this. Not right now, anyway.” I bent down, collecting my purse and my phone. I headed for his door but he rushed in front of me, blocking it. “Move it, Parker.”

“No, we’re fucking talking about this.” I laughed humorlessly, dropping my backpack from my shoulder. “Why are you so against us talking about this?”

“Because, Peter! We have, we’ve talked about this. We promised no feelings, no relationship, no strings!”

“When the fuck has that ever worked? Are you going to tell me you don’t feel anything for me? At all?” I looked at the door behind me, pursing my lips as I refused to answer. “Answer me!”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Are you afraid?” I didn’t say anything. “I think you’re afraid.” I groaned again, trying to get past him again.

“You don’t fucking know me, then.”

I think you’re just afraid to be happy because all of your other boyfriends treated you like shit. Stop blaming me for you having bad taste.” I looked up at him, my mouth slightly open. His facial expression softened, shaking his head at himself. “N-no, that’s not what I meant.” I scoffed, shoving him out of my way – not that he fought against me this time.

Bite me, Parker.” I opened my door, pushing my way through the different bodies in the hallway, still partying outside of Peter’s dorm room, the party Peter and I were at just a couple of hours ago before we decided to continue what we started in one of the bathrooms, in his room. What a fucking mistake that was.

“Wait!” I heard Peter behind me, causing me to scoff as I walked faster, making it outside before I felt his hand around my arm. I pulled it out of his grip, giving him a death glare.

“Fuck off, Peter!” I almost walked away, but knew my anger would eat away at me if I didn’t say anything – so, I turned back around. “Where the fuck do you get off?” He looked at me confused. “You ditched me most of high school to be a super hero and didn’t tell me about it until you almost died. Do you know how bad that fucking hurt me? I couldn’t trust you, Peter!” He tried to calm me down by putting his hands on my shoulders but I pushed him off. “No!” I roughly wiped my eyes, not noticing I was crying until I started to sniffle.

“I get it,” he whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening. “I get why you might not be able to trust me fully, and I get that you worry about me – but, I couldn’t put that on you. I couldn’t – I couldn’t let you worry about me. I loved you too much–”

“What?” He took a step away from me, looking at me and then looking at his feet. “Peter, you can’t just fucking say that and then act like you didn’t.”

“It just came out… I mean, I meant it – I wanted it to come out in a better way though.” He looked at me, his eyes glistening as he reached a hand out to me. “I know I don’t deserve it – I don’t deserve youchoose me.”

“What?” He walked directly up to me, his hands on either side of my face.

“Choose me, please. I-I do, I do love you. I love you, I have since we were Sophomores. Just,” he shook his head, tilting my face so my lips were closer to his. “Choose me.” He whispered, pushing his lips on mine. I gasped, not expecting him to do anything. But, I didn’t stop him, didn’t push him away. I rested my hands on top of his, that were still holding my face, and kissed him back. He pulled away, keeping his forehead against mine. “Please,” he whispered, “choose me.”

“It’ll always be you, Parker.” He smiled, going in to kiss me again, but I pulled away, raising an eyebrow at him. “Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, “you confessing your love to me turns me on.” I could hear the teasing tone in his voice, causing me to shove him away from me. “Wait, what? Where are you going? Aren’t you gonna help me out?!” I shook my head, walking back to my dorm room with a smile on my face.

“You deserve this one, Parker. Have fun in the shower – I heard cold water helps.” I heard him groan, causing me to laugh.

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