i love this part so i had to do something

I do not normally dream about my sims, not actually really anytime before last night. I had dream in this rainy town, it was pale blue and grey, very aesthetically pleasing. The only part of the dream I remember is Wednesday like walking then speed walking then like running, crying. Like sobbing. It was so sad to see my baby so upset. You know how you have memories in the dream, I remember something about her telling Amelia she had feelings for her and maybe? that? she? loved? her?? And Amelia completely rejected Wednesday, Wednesday tried to act like she was fine walking away from Amelia but just lost it emotionally. IDK WHAT MY BRAIN IS/WAS THINKING!! ;-; I had to share it somewhere and needed to write it down so I don’t forget it. 

family photos ft. lance

excluding coran bc i can’t do him any justice

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Some Swapfell style study I did before of Swapfell’s original creator Kkopphang and another artist Eli-sin-g.

It’s a shame the original creator is no longer with us :c

I was going to do something with them for some Outerswapfell designs but never got around to it and these boys have been sitting in my files doing nothing since sooooo… >w<”

100 ways to say ‘I love you’, Skins edition
  1. ‘Wake up (name), you twat.’
  2. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’
  3. ‘Can I carry your books?’
  4. ‘Yeah, wow, lovely… No. But I like that you’re funny Iooking.’
  5. ‘Oh thank you, you’re so nice.’
  6. ‘You fancy me?’
  7. ‘I think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?’
  8. ‘We’ll miss you, won’t we?’
  9. [ text ] : EAT
  10. ‘Have you always had that mole?’
  11. ‘I’m respecting. Believe me, I’m respecting.’
  12. ‘You alright? Do you want to dance?’
  13. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’
  14. ‘We’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?’
  15. ‘Shall I give you head?’
  16. ‘I’m gonna get an early night. Coming to bed?’
  17. ‘I’ll give you head - that’s friendship.’
  18. ‘But what about you? You’ve got bigger problems than me.’
  19. ‘I like your hair.’
  20. ‘And I’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?’
  21. ‘I realised something. I’ve been an idiot.’
  22. ‘And I was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?’
  23. ‘You’re clever, funny, and… very, very pretty.’
  24. ‘So I’ll see you around.’
  25. ‘(name), you came! I mean, cool, I mean… I wasn’t sure you would.’
  26. ‘Do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?’
  27. ‘I don’t want this to be difficult.’
  28. ‘Did you get beaten up?’
  29. ‘I want to speak to you, and I think you want to speak to me.’
  30. ‘Kiss me again.’
  31. ‘Come on, I’m taking you for breakfast.’
  32. ‘Happy birthday, mate.’
  33. ‘There’s something I have to get off my chest and if I don’t, I’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.’
  34. ‘Come to bed with me. Please.’
  35. ‘You’re my best friend, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.’
  36. ‘See? I remembered your favourite.’
  37. ‘Look, sorry, (name). But your mum says we gotta take you home.’
  38. ‘Come out. I’ll get you dancing.’
  39. ‘Do I have to gay you now?’
  40. ‘Right, I know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, I think we’re ready, so, er, (name) … I want you to move in with me.’
  41. ‘Let’s talk. Fill me in with everything. Every little detail.’
  42. ‘We can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.’
  43. ‘And I fucking love you.’
  44. ‘Wow! You’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.’
  45. ‘Cheeky.’
  46. ‘Thanks for keeping schtum.’
  47. ‘Hi, I made tea.’
  48. ‘I’ve never been to a pyjama party before, so I brought Vodka. Was that right?’
  49. ‘I’ll show you how to do a blowjob.’
  50. ‘I missed you… I missed you too much.’
  51. ‘I think you can do anything.’
  52. ‘It’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.’
  53. ‘You alright?’
  54. ‘I know you, (name). I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!’
  55. ‘Fuck you.’
  56. ‘Can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?’
  57. ‘This is a once-only charity event, you understand?’
  58. ‘I bought a fucking gateaux.’
  59. ‘Please. Can we start again?’
  60. ‘Facebook really needs to hear about this.’
  61. ‘You’re very stalkable.’
  62. ‘I was scared!’
  63. ‘I am so proud of you.’
  64. ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’
  65. ‘She’s lovely, isn’t she?’
  66. ‘You look nice in that dress.’
  67. ‘You are doing so well, sweetheart.’
  68. ‘So you’re mental, and I’m useless.’
  69. ‘So, what are we doing next, mystery girl?’
  70. ‘I’ll never forget you.’
  71. ‘Hi. I got eggs. We can have eggs, yeah? And Red Bulls and pain au chocolat.’
  72. ‘I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.’
  73. ‘Don’t take any crap this time.’
  74. ‘Badass.’
  75. ‘You’ve totally got, like, “fuck me” eyes, girl. Totally “fuck me sideways” eyes.’
  76. ‘Maybe we can go together.’
  77. ‘Don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.’
  78. ‘I’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.’
  79. ‘You’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.’
  80. ‘You’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.’
  81. ‘You need to sort yourself out.’
  82. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?’
  83. ‘Everything is going to be fine, I promise you.’
  84. ‘Hi, you look nice.’
  85. ‘You may live your life as you want.’
  86. ‘We’ll do a girls’ night in.’
  87. ‘You’re a shape-shifter of happiness.’
  88. ‘It’s not like we’re getting married! It was one dinner!’
  89. ‘Thank you, my henna-handed honcho.’
  90. ‘I’m sorry. I was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.’
  91. ‘It’s heavenly.’
  92. ‘Why aren’t you here?’
  93. ‘I tried to ring you.’
  94. ‘Everything’s better. Here you are again.’
  95. ‘I’ll dance with you.’
  96. ‘What’s happened to you, (name)?’
  97. ‘I didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.’
  98. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I’m so glad you came!’
  99. ‘I promise. Everything’s going to be alright.’
  100. ‘ I love you.’

I know you don’t think you’re beautiful enough, or enough in general. I’ve been laying here for what seems like forever trying to think of the words I could say to make you feel as beautiful as you are to me.
but how do I tell you that everytime you look at me I get goosebumps all over my body.
how do I tell you that I spend too much time thinking about the goosebumps on yours and how I want to trace every one to create constellations out of the spots so I can prove to you that you are the universe.
how do I tell you that I’ve had always hard time loving myself but everytime you say my name I feel so lucky to be in my own skin.
how do I tell you that every day I fall for something new about you but I’m afraid that if our eyes meet for too long I’ll fall for a part of you that I can’t hold.
it’s hard to find the right words to tell you how beautiful you are to me, but if I have to I’ll tell you everyday, over and over, in different ways, different forms, different languages, until maybe someday you’ll feel it too.

This is actually something that I drew a few days ago bUT I really wanted to draw something and I wasn’t sure what exactly and I’ve had this particular idea for a long time so I GAVE IT A SHOT AND I’M SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT CAME OUT.  I’ve always thought that some of Robin’s hair styles that had her braiding or doing something with the sides of her hair were really pretty (though the short style that Carinus has is my fave obvs iaeirg.)  So I just had this idea of mama Carinus braiding and pulling Lucina’s hair back in a pony tail for her one day and putting white flowers in it because she thought it looked pretty on her and Lucina would love it and (*’v`丱)☆+゜

This was so, so much fun, I think I had the most fun with her hair.  I originally had it down and then the parts of her hair that were braided pulled back but I couldn’t get it to look the way I wanted it too so I tried putting it all up and I LOVE IT SO MUCH *゜✲ฺ(✿◕ฺ ∀◕ฺ)ฺノ゜* This whole thing I just couldn’t be happier with like uGH aoerihg  Also fun fact, with the flowers, I was trying to carry over the flowers from Lucina’s (just S?) support with male Robin.  I DON’T KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT BEHIND THEM I haven’t seen their support yet but I thought mama Carinus would find them pretty on her baby girl.

This Isn’t Goodbye

I love Newt Scamander so much! He’s just the perfect cinnamon roll. So I noticed your blog is kinda empty (no offense) so I wanted to help fill it by requesting something! Could you do one where Newt gets seriously hurt in a wand fight or something, and the Reader is like scared to death of him dying (It’s that serious.)? I’m sorry, but I love angst! If you decide to do it, maybe a happy ending would be best. Thanks!

A/N: this was so fun to write😂 i know i have a problem ask me if you want a part 2!

Warnings: A N G S T


Originally posted by trechos-of-books

“Finestre!”

You leaped through the now broken window of a bakery. You had heard Newt’s strangled yelp, and you hoped to god that he was safe. Looking around the empty room, you spotted a huddled figure in the corner. As you stepped toward it, the figure became only recognizable as Newt himself. His arms were wrapped around his abdomen, and his face was scrunched in pain.

“Newt!” You exclaimed. 

His teeth were chattering. His face was paler than ever before, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. You called out his name, louder this time, and he opened his eyes to look at you. He whispered your name, and you rushed to his side to check the damage.

“Oh Newt, what have you gotten yourself into..” you hopelessly muttered. He chuckled.

“A b-bit of a run through with G-Grindelwald, you might say.” He whispered.

You gently pried his arms from his abdomen, only to cover your mouth with your hands. There was a massive bloodstain on his shirt, and you could see his ripped skin through a hole in the vest. Tears started to spill from your eyes as you tried to create a plan- how were you going to stop this bleeding? You began to rip fabric from your shirt, looking for anything to stop the bleeding. As you struggled, Newt’s hand brushed against yours, causing you to pause and look into his eyes. His mouth lifted into a weak smile as he rubbed his thumb against your hand.

“N-Newt, we have to get something to stop the bleeding!” You tried, desperately.

“Don’t worry yourself, love,” Newt started, brushing away some of the stray tears on your cheek. “I’ll be fine. How many times have I almost died and lived to tell about it?”

“None that I’ve heard of!” You retorted.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. As you turned, you could see Queenie and Jacob walking through the open window of the bakery. They both gasped as soon as they saw Newt, and you could only sob in response. Queenie rushed over to where you two sat, pulling her wand out of her dress.

“What happened?” Queenie asked, already knowing the answer.

You shook your head and looked down to where Newt now lay. He was getting weaker with each passing minute, and his thumb lay motionless on yours. His eyes were now closed and his breathing had slowed. You shook his shoulder, but after getting no response you looked to Queenie with teary eyes. She pursed her lips together, not sure if she could give you an answer.

“I’ve never seen a wound of this size before…” She started.

“B-but you can fix it! You’ve done it before!”

She shook her head, averting her eyes to the ground.

“I can try. Even if it did work, there’s no guarantee that he would be able to continue his adventure, let alone be in shape to take care of his animals.”

You let out a loud sob and buried your head in the crook of his neck, lacing your fingers with his now cold ones. You felt a certain warmth being this close to Newt, but it was drowned out by the sorrow and despair you felt. 

“You have to t-try..” You choked out.

“I can’t.”

As Queenie backed up to where Jacob stood, you could only cry harder. He couldn’t die, not like this. You loved this man. You could barely stand for him to get a paper cut, let alone die! As you sobbed into Newt’s shoulder, you could feel a pair of arms wrap around you. Newt buried his head into your neck as his grip around you tightened.

“Newt, please, please! You can’t go like this! You have to live!” You pleaded.

He placed his hand on your cheek and moved your head to his. As you gripped his wrist, your lips connected in a tender kiss. You wrapped your arm around his neck as you took in his current affections. You didn’t want to ever pull away, you didn’t want to see him die, not when he had so much to live for. 

“Y/N,” He whispered against your lips. “I swear my life on it.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

Stay - Part 1 - I Can’t Stay

Characters: Reader (Y/N Montgomery), Jensen Ackles, Mentions of Ethan Montgomery (OC), Mentions of Kelly (OC)

Pairing: Single!Jensen x Married!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, hurt feelings, forbidden love, implied smut, actual smut, rough sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kiddos), heartbreak, a shit load of angst.

Word Count: 5,600ish (this is by far the longest I’ve ever written. *cue shocked look*)

A/N: Hey ya’ll. So this is something my dear Kari aka @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, brought up the other night. Basically she had Ronan Keating’s Stay stuck in her head and when she came to me with the song, I realized that it was the same song that I had gotten for a challenge! Kari is so amazing she suggested doing a collab. So we did. She would write in Jensen’s POV and I would write in the Reader’s POV. This is the result. This first part is also my challenge entry for @wayward-oneshots “Brook’s 100 Follower Challenge and my song is Sugarland - Stay (I decided to go with Jensen instead of Dean) Thank you to my beautiful Arie @bringmesomepie56 for beta'ing this for me. 💜💋

Get ready for one hell of a fucking ride, folks. *gets shield and helmet ready for attack*

Read @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Jensen’s POV HERE!!



Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt this way.

Even now, as she watched her husband drive away in a different car, leaving her to practically fend for herself after arriving in Vancouver only an hour ago, she felt her heart flutter. Her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies at the mere thought of those mesmerizing fairy tale green eyes.

Eyes that didn’t belong to her husband.

It wasn’t because Ethan Montgomery, producer of the show Arrow, wasn’t a good husband. He was the sweetest guy Y/N had ever known. It was his sweetness and gentleness that had lured Y/N in from the get-go.

But even then, something changed.

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When you realize how unnecessary you are to everyone……

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i know halloween was yesterday but i didn’t get to post this over my own excitement. so here you go :3

* ↓ that passage where i talk about my thoughts on this whole Anti thing comes below this way ↓ *

I don’t want to get this too long so I’ll go straight to the point.
Thank you Jack (and Robin, props to that guy) for an amazing Halloween experience! I loved it to bits! I seriously had so much fun searching for clues on your social medias and I was talking about it with my friend every day and it was the most exciting thing I did in a very long time.
I am really glad and kinda proud that you’re interacting with us this much, that you even take something from us and implement it into the content of the channel, it’s the best thing a youtuber could do for his fanbase. I’m seriously proud I’m part of this community, it’s the best one i ever saw and had a pleasure to join.
And to be honest, idk what i will do now with my life XD I’ll miss Anti and all this hype that was going on, i feel like it once again brought the comunity together. I hope something like this (or even Anti) will come back in the future, it was too much fun to let it go c:
But i must admit, having you and your normal posts back is nice :) It’s nice to see your normal feedback again c:
Thank you
(at this point i have no idea if this makes any sense…oh well, you get what i wanna say)
god that was still long…

((Anyway, now that i said all i wanted, there’s one more thing. Can we just about how much we want to see the unedited Anti clips?! XD I mean, still funny and quality content right? XD))

I hope you like my little Jack’o’Lantern and Anti’o’Lanter Jack X3 (so original i know)
Have a lovely day~
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- RIP Gerald, the Brave Pumpkin -

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Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Three

Excerpts from “The Doctor’s Tale” by David Tennant, as told to Benjamin Cook in DWM (#407)

Coming back this year, for these Specials, felt a bit like returning to the day job after a summer holiday doing something else. I was worried that it might take a while to get back into it, because this is the longest break that I’ve had between bouts. Is it eight, nine months [since filming The Next Doctor, in April 2008]? Yes, it is. I went off and did this play [the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Hamlet], which I knew was going to be tough - and proved to be - but also was challenging and exciting, something I’m proud to have done. But the level of scrutiny that it got was surprising, and I’m sure that’s because of Doctor Who. It’s been a constant reminder that I’m part of it and that I’m coming back to it. It’s never felt like I’m that far away from it.

At the readthrough for Planet of the Dead, I found it quite tricky to get into the mindset again. I actually felt that I couldn’t remember the Doctor’s voice. But getting on set, putting on the costume and being surrounded by everyone, is like slipping back into something very familiar. It’s like coming home… he says, basking in the sun in Dubai! A welcome return, really. Most of the crew is back. Yeah, it’s the same team. But obviously none of the other actors are back… well, yet.

I don’t think the break has altered my feelings towards leaving after these Specials. In a way, it was sort of the beginning of the end. I got out of the routine of being here, which is, of course, what’s got to happen in a few weeks’ time. Then this will be gone for me. It’s good to remember that there’s a world outside the structure of a nine-month shooting schedule, and I still think I’ve made the right decision. The break didn’t make me regret it, but it did remind me how much I’ll miss Doctor Who and how much fun it is here. It’s made me more appreciative that this is my last stint and I’ve really got to enjoy every minute of it. This show is fun, and it always has been, and I will miss that - but it’s nice to leave while I still feel that way, or I’ll still be here when I’m 80.

The other parts of this photoset: [ one ] [ two ] [ three ] [ four ] [ five ]
[ Masterlist of all behind-the-scenes photosets ]

Thank you to everyone who shares set photos!

Undesirable

Okay so I really wanted to write something based off of this post because I just really loved it. This is going to be a multiple-part fic, sooo this is the first part. I really hope you guys like it, and because I’ve never written a long fic like this before, any feedback is greatly appreciated! (Also I know this is short but I had to kind of just do a part with some background before i can really get into the story)

Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six

My Writing


Draco Malfoy was not the same person that he was before the war.

He was a member of what used to be one of the most prestigious families in the Wizarding World. He was well-respected and loved by many. He had a surplus of friends and many other people wishing that they could just claim they have spoken to him before.

But all of this changed the moment he was forced onto the wrong side of the war. Sure, at first it seemed glorious to be, what he thought, the right hand to one of the most powerful wizards to ever exist, but his idealistic attitude quickly vanished when he discovered what everything would consist of.

Now, a year after the war, Draco Malfoy was sad and damaged. He longed for the life he previously lived, for people that cared about him and wanted to be around him. Nobody wanted to be his friend. Nobody wanted to be involved with him romantically. Nobody even wanted to be caught just talking to him. He couldn’t blame them, though, just look at the mess of the Wizarding World that he had contributed to. The deaths. The sadness. The destruction. Why would anyone want to be around someone who caused that? The only way he could get someone to look at him with even a hint of interest, or anything other than disgust and loathing, to get the smallest bit of respect, was with his body.

He knew that he was attractive. That was the one thing about him that remained unchanged after the war, and nobody could deny that.


Draco sighed as he began getting ready for his date…if he could really call it that. He had about four or five “dates” a week, and they mainly consisted of meeting up at a bar, maybe having a drink together if they could endure being in public with him and talking that long, and then heading to one of their flats to hook up, and that was it. No cuddling, no talking, no dinner, nothing. Just sex. That’s all anyone wanted from him. He was notoriously known for being very good in bed.

Draco couldn’t even deny that he enjoyed the sex. Really, he did. But sometimes he just craved…something more. He never said no to a date, though, because despite the fact that he knew that he would never be shown true love and adoration, the fake affection that he got while in bed with his partner was enough to give him a glimmer of hope for that person to see something in him that no one else could, to see beyond his name and his past. They never did, though. Deep down he knew that they wouldn’t, but that hope was somehow able to keep him going each day.

Draco finished his shower and quickly did his hair. He got dressed into something that was casual but still looked nice. Not like it mattered. All his date would care about is ripping the clothes off of him. He checked to make sure he didn’t forget anything, and with one last sigh and glance in the mirror, he headed out the door.

Fetish [Pt. 5]

Originally posted by miewmiew

Fetish Part 5

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4


“No!” you yelled, enraged by his demand. “You’re doing it again. I just told you I was in love with him and you didn’t want to hear it. You’re asking me to do something because that’s what YOU want and what I want is for YOU to leave, Jinyoung”.

Jinyoung looked at you helplessly, perplexed at how his girlfriend could so quickly turn on him. Had he really lost you? He thought what the two of you shared was a forever kind of love.

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...to see the ocean in your eyes

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: some swearing

Words: 933

Summary: You had a pretty bad day. As you sit in your favorite café you notice Sebastian. He wants to be alone, so you head home, but not before you do something nice to brighten up his day.

A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first fiction I´ve ever wrote. I´m sorry if there are any mistakes in it - English is not my mother tongue. If you like it, I´ll maybe continue the story. In this part Sebastian is just a side character.. . Hope you guys like it! Love you xo

To say it was the most uneventful week of your life would have been the understatement of the year. None of your friends were available and none of your clients of your photo atelier had a job for you. And though you had loads of pictures of a wedding to edit it was the most boring week you´ve ever had.

“I´ll call it a day, Hannah!” you shouted towards your co-worker, who prepared herself another coffee in the kitchen. “Yeah, see you tonight! Don´t forget to wear something hot”. You rolled your eyes. Hannah wanted to hook you up with her friend Tom for about 2 months. Actually you weren´t really interested, but you knew she´d never shut up, so you agreed to a double date tonight. You grabbed your belongings and exited the building. At this time of the year it was still pretty cold in NYC and – lucky you – it just started to rain as you walked outside the main exit. At least it´s just a light drizzle, you thought while you headed to your favorite café. The small, cozy place belonged to the family of your best friend Dave and over the years it became your second home. Finally arrived you opened the door, muttered a “Hey” towards Dave and made your way to your favorite spot. The broad window-sill with the plaids and cushions. It never looked more welcoming. You stuffed your belongings under the table and made yourself comfortable on the window-sill, on which at least 2 people could lay. Dave offered you a large coffee you happily accepted. “Bad day?” he asked. You shrugged and mumbled something into the cup before you took a sip of the hot beverage. Dave chuckled in response and nodded. He knew that, although you were the personification of sunshine, rainy days affected your mood in a significantly bad way, but he also knew that you loved taking those days as a little break from everything. So he decided to walk back to the counter and let you be. You pulled your favorite book and your earphone outside your bag and began to read. Usually you observed the people outside on the street but you needed a little time to yourself, so you opened the book, turned to page 394 and began to read the last chapter. During the passing hour you completely drifted away and got to finish the book and two large cups of coffee.

As you looked up, to put back your book, you noticed the guy, who now sat on the other side of the window-sill. Something on him looked familiar to you. He wore a bright blue beanie and a jeans jacket with a striped jersey underneath. While he took a sip of his drink you noticed the stunning jawline this man was blessed with. As his phone rang, he took down his sunglasses and you got to catch another glance on him. You knew this bright blue eyes…

Oh my god! Your heart skipped a beat. OH. MY. GOD. Sebastian Stan. Sebastian FUCKING Stan! You quickly turned off your music, because it distracted you even more. Calm down (Y/N), calm down. Don´t hyperventilate. Everything´s ok. You heard him sigh and saw that he ran his large hand over his face. “No, Chris, listen, everything´s fine. I just needed a little break. Y´know, some alone-time. I´ll call you tomorrow, ok?” He looked pretty stressed and tired, but still like the cutest cinnamon roll you´ve ever seen. “Yeah, ok. Thanks man, really appreciate it. See you.” He sighed and let himself fall against the wall behind him. It teared you apart to see him like this. And though you wanted to help him you thought it would be too weird if you just started to talk to him and as he said: he wanted some alone-time. Of course it was a hell of a chance to have Sebastian fucking Stan right beside you, however you couldn´t do it. You couldn´t force yourself to talk to him. Sebastian wanted to be alone, he wanted to calm down after a pretty rough day and you couldn´t bear the thought of you interrupting him in his intention. He´s such a good and sweet guy, I can`t do it. He deserves some privacy…I mean, I could, but…No, no, no. You knew if you stayed any longer you couldn´t bear the sight of him and eventually talked to him, so you grabbed your bag and you went over to Daves Mom to pay your coffee. “Hey Mrs. Miller.” you greeted her. “Oh, hello sweetie, Dave already went home. How can I help you?” You glanced over your shoulder to see Sebastian, who still leaned on the wall with his eyes closed tightly. Suddenly an idea popped up in your head. “Ummm…Mrs. Miller, could you do me a favor, please?”

(…)

As you walked out of the café, along the window, you saw Mrs. Miller in the corner of your eye, as she brought Sebastian a delicious looking piece of chocolate cake… and she was pointing at you…

You couldn´t help but grin to yourself at the thought that you just made Sebastian Fucking Stans day better! At least you hoped so. Ok… maybe this was a sign, maybe not…however, now is the time to pull yourself together (Y/N)! You´ll never meet him again so it doesn´t matter. Date night´s tonight. Time to get ready. You turned on the music on your Spotify, but still felt like the coolest fucking person on this planet.

Unbeknownst to you, Seb ran outside the café trying to catch you.

My Hero - James McAvoy x Reader

Prompt: can you do one with the are you flirting with me prompt from that list you posted with james mcavoy? maybe you guys meet at a party or something???

A/N: Yess! Love McAvoy! - this was originally part of the Christmas thing i was doing but I missed the posting day, then it was going to be posted New Years Eve but I hadn’t finished it so… here it is! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by endingthemes


It was New Year’s Eve; once again you were planning to spend it at home, alone. That was the way you liked it, your friends didn’t seem to understand even though you had told them countless times. You just couldn’t work out why one of them was stood at your door, waiting for you to get ready to go out.

“Come on Y/N!” Your best friend pleaded, hands on your shoulders and a desperate look in their eyes. “Please? I’ll be fun, I promise!”
You stood there for a moment, running through your options. As far as you could tell, you had two. The first, go out, meet up with the rest of your friends and bring in the New Year surrounded by the people you love. The second would be to say no thanks and go back to the film you were trying to watch. “Fine, give me ten!” you reluctantly gave in, allowing your friend to enter while you went to get changed out of your pyjamas.
“Yes!” your friend cheered, “I knew I could get you to cave.”
You shook your head as you walked away; they always knew how to wrap you around their finger.

Once you were ready, the two of you called for a taxi and headed off to the bar to meet up with the rest of your friends. You had barely even walked through the door when another one of your friends had come bouncing up to you and put a drink in your hand.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you decided to come!” She shouted. The music was so loud it was almost impossible to hear anything.
“Yeah, well I figured it was time for a change in tradition” you responded at a similar volume.

Hours passed, you were being bought drinks left right and centre. You hadn’t even been up to the bar yet and you’d had too many drinks to count. “I’m getting the next round in, what do you want?” your best friend asked.
“No, no you’re not, I haven’t been up to the bar once! I’m going!” you insisted.
“If you say so!” they replied before listing everyone’s order.

You went up to the bar and put in your order. You were waiting for the bartender to pour the last few drinks when you spotted him. As far as you were aware, he hadn’t seen you but you continued to stare at him. He was just so…. handsome.
“Here’s your drinks” the bartender interrupted your thought.
“Great thanks, how much do I owe you?” you replied reaching into your bag for your purse.
“Nothing, that guy paid for them” he pointed to the handsome man opposite you who looked up, smiling and winked at you. You smiled back and nodded a thank you, picking up the tray of drinks.

You walked back to your friends carefully, trying not to spill anything.
“Okay guys” you shouted as you approached them, “here we go!” One by one, your friends collected their drinks, leaving just yours on the tray. You picked it up with your free hand and placed the tray down on the nearest table. “Hey, I’m just going to go get some fresh air” you said into the ear of the friend closest to you, gesturing to the door.
“You want some company?” they asked.
“No, no I’m good thanks. I won’t be long” you smiled and headed for the door.

You stood outside, thinking about everything that had happened that year and how in just a matter of hours it would all be behind you. The New Year was fast approaching.
“Fancy seeing you out here” said an unfamiliar voice.
“Sorry, are you talking to me?!” you questioned as you span around. “Oh, it’s you!” you smiled at the man who had paid for your drinks.
“Sorry, is it a bit weird that I followed you out here?” he asked.
“Well it wasn’t, but it is now” you laughed.
“I’m James, by the way” he smiled.
“Well James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine”

You began to shiver. Unsure of whether it was due to his immense charm or the cold December wind, you ignored it.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “Why didn’t you bring a coat, surely by now you know how cold it is in December” he said taking off his jacket. “Here, take mine” he draped his jacket over your shoulders.
“Thank you” you smiled, “you truly are my hero!” you added with a hint of sarcasm.
He laughed. “You’re most welcome”
“Oh, also I never thanked you properly for the drinks, you really didn’t need to do that”
“How else was I going to get your attention?” he asked, “Besides, now you have to see me again to return the favour” he had a Cheshire Cat like grin on his face.
“James, are you flirting with me?” you asked in disbelief.
“I believe I am indeed flirting with you” he responded.
“Okay fine, I’ll tell you what, if you’re sober enough to put your number in my phone, I will agree to go out with you and buy you that drink” you smiled. He gestured for you to hand over your phone, you unlocked it and did so.

He began typing in the number, “there” he announced triumphantly, “done!”
“How do I know that’s your number?” you asked. Before you could finish your sentence completely, he had pressed dial. Moments later, his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket to show you and indeed, your number was on his screen. “Well I guess that settles it then” you smiled.
“Why don’t you let me call you instead” he proposed.
“Okay” you whispered with a smile. You took your phone back from him and looked at the time. “Shit, I’d better get back to my friends” you began to take his jacket off your shoulders.
“Keep it on” he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll come and find you at midnight; you can give it me back then.”
You dropped your head slightly; you could feel yourself going red. You lifted your head back up and nodded in agreement.

Walking away from him, you couldn’t help but smile. You made your way back over to your friends.
“Hey, where’ve you been!” your best friend asked, “and who’s jacket is that?!”
“You’ll find out” you smiled.

Sure enough Midnight rolled around; everyone was clinking glasses to the New Year. You began looking around the room for any sign of James, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. Before you could come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to show up, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind.
“Can I have my jacket back please” he chuckled.
“I was beginning to think you had left” you responded.
“What, without seeing you again, I don’t think so” he smiled. “Happy New Year, Y/N” he said in a low voice, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Happy New Year, James.”

Archie Andrews x Reader: Best Mistake

A/N: Yay an Archie imagine I had so much fun writing it; If you want a part 2 of this let me know and I’ll do it. I hope you guys enjoy this.

Warnings: Miss Grundy??

Words: 902

You and Archie had been dating for a while and your relationship was the best everyone loved your relationship but ever since the summer Archie had been acting weird. At first you thought it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t know what to do his music or football. But that idea quickly flew out the window when you noticed that he only acted weird towards you. So when you guys had a date you decided to ask him.

“Hey Arch, did I do something wrong?” You asked him curiously.

“What no w-why would you think that?” He asked confused.

“I don’t know it’s just ever since this summer you have been acting weird.” You said looking at him.

“What do you mean weird? I haven’t been acting weird.” He said quickly.

“Yes you have. You just acted weird like a second ago. Whenever we’re together you stutter, you are all jittery and nervous. Some questions you just answer to quickly. If I did something please just tell me.” You said pleadingly.

“Look y/n it’s nothing okay you’re just overthinking stuff nothing is wrong. You didn’t do anything believe me and please remember that.” He said taking your hands.

“Okay fine.” You said looking down knowing he was lying about something.

Archie just pulled back his hands from yours and looked down guilty. He knew that he should tell you what he had been doing but he didn’t want to lose you he loved you but he also loved Miss. Grundy. A few days later Archie was still acting weird you were actually starting to think he was acting even weirder than before. You decided not to ask him again cause you knew he was just gonna tell you the same stuff he told you a few days earlier. So you just decided to ask Jughead he was the person closest to Archie even after Archie bailed on Jughead this summer.

“Hey Juggie.” You yelled as you ran to catch up with him in the hallway.”

“Oh hey y/n, what’s up?” He asked looking at you.

“Not much uh look I was wondering if you have any idea what is going on with Archie. I’ve asked him before but he just gave me some stupid cliche answer and I just wanna know what’s going on with him. So please if you know please tell me Juggie.” You said desperately looking at him.

“Look y/n I know what’s wrong but I just don’t think it’s my place to tell you.” He said looking at you with sympathy.

“Jughead I swear just tell me. You know he isn’t gonna tell me what’s wrong so please just tell me.” You said getting kind of angry.

“I’m really sorry y/n but I uh I found Archie and Miss Grundy in the music room together a few days ago and they were…Well they were kissing. Archie told me that this has been going on all summer. She’s also the reason why he bailed on the road trip.” Jughead whispered so that no one else would hear it and with a sad expression on his face.

“He’s been cheating on me with a teacher.” You said quietly while you looked down sadly.

“I’m so sorry y/n. You don’t need to be sorry Juggie he needs to be.”You said as you pointed towards your boyfriend who was waving happily at you until he saw your angry face.

“I need to talk with you. Now.” You said angrily grabbing Archie’s arm and pulling him into a room. The music room to be specific.

“Wow y/n what’s wrong?” Archie asked confused.

“You have been cheating on!! With a teacher!!” You yelled at him as angry tears started to run down your face.

Archie looked sad and guilty at the same time. He walked closer to you to take your hands but as soon as he stepped forward you stepped back.

“How could you!? Why did you do that to me!! I can’t believe I believed you when you told me you loved me!!” You yelled at him.

“I do love you. It’s just…I I don’t know how I can explain this but you have to believe me when I say that I love you. I wanted to tell you I did but I just couldn’t lose you.” He said also crying.

“If you love me so much then why didn’t you break things off with her I the summer or even better after the first time something happened between the two of you!” You yelled angrily.

“Because I also love her and I know you might say that it’s not possible but it is.” Archie said.

You just shook your head and ran your hand through your hair while hot tears streamed down your face.

“You didn’t want to lose me. Well to bad Archie I never wanna see you ever again. I HATE YOU!!” You yelled while you were sobbing.

Archie and you were both sobbing so hard that neither of you heard the door opening.

“Archie, y/n what are the two of you doing here.” Miss Grundy asked but then seeing both of your faces knowing what had happened.

You angrily grabbed your back and walked to the door.

“I hope the both of you are gonna be very happy together.” You said to them angrily and then shoving Miss Grundy and slamming the door shut.

You Know You Love Him (Pt.2)

So, @theyoungest-weasley suggested on the first part to this that I should do a part two, so, it’s probably not as good as the first, but here it is. 

Also, thanks for all the notes on the first part! 

Requests are open if you’d like something!


I was free.

But I wasn’t free from her.

She held me captive with her eyes and her every movement.

Every word she uttered was burned into my brain and I wanted to hear her speak about anything. Anything at all.

It had been a year from the time that I realized I loved her.

A year.

She had turned sixteen and had grown more beautiful in her age.

And my love had swelled up inside me, threatening to burst.  

I wanted her.

That’s all I wanted.

Needed.

Lived for.

The smell of roses and old books

The feeling of silk pillows

The sound of water, calm and roaring all at once

The only girl I ever truly loved.


James and Remus told me that over the summer she realized that she loved me too, but I didn’t know how to respond to that. I know that she knows they told me. I know that she knows that I love her. But we were scared. We went on living like friends, I actually distanced myself from her. The physical relationship we had was demolished. No more holding hands, cuddling, no more playing with each other’s hair.

Our pet names were spoken sadly instead of sweetly. We both knew we were pretending but didn’t know how to stop. How to move on.

I skipped my first class one day, intending to not go back to any class. It was terribly boring and I just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day. I went to the Gryffindor common room so that I could head up to my dorm room. When I opened the wooden door to the common room, I saw the silhouette of a girl sitting on the window.

The sun was rising behind her and it shone through the dirty glass of the tower window. The outline of the girl was holding a teacup that was steaming. It smelled like roses. The girl was gazing out the window and was still.

“Excuse me?” I said.

“Sirius.” The girl said. She didn’t look at me.

“Sirius.” She repeated.

“Sirius, please.”

My eyes shot open and when they adjusted to the dark, I saw that I was in my bed, with (Y/N) leaning over me, with puffy eyes and tearstained cheeks. I sat upright immediately. I took her cold hand in mine and moved her to sit next to me.

“‘S wrong, love?” I asked groggily.

“Nightmares.” She mumbled.

“C’mere.” I sighed. I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back.

“Can I stay in here?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll move to the comm-”

“Can we not pretend tonight. Can I just be with you, please?” She asked.

“‘Course, love. Here.” I moved so that she could get under the covers and laid beside her. I kissed her forehead and took her hand.

“Sirius, what are we doing?” She asked quietly after we had settled in.

“The safe thing. We are doing what makes us comfortable. Let’s not think about that now, what was your nightmare about?” I said, blatantly avoiding the question.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She spurred my question aside and laid her head on my chest, “Sirius, can we not pretend anymore?” She asked.

“We aren’t.” I mumbled.

“No, like, can we not pretend at all. Not tomorrow, not next week or next month. Sirius, we can’t keep this up. I love you and you love me, can you just make me yours forever, I’ve missed you.”

“Alright. But I’m really tired, can we sleep right now?” I sighed.

“Mhm.” She replied.

I roll over again, stuffing my face into the pillow. Some bloody idiot left the curtains open again, letting all the light in. It was probably James. I close my eyes tight, attempting to fall back into the dark recesses of my mind and perhaps sleep again. I soon get uncomfortable and shift into another spot. In the process, my hip bumps something hard. I freeze. Is someone in my bed?

I quickly run through all the possibilities, and then through the haze of morning fog, I remember last night. (Y/N). (Y/N)’s in my bed. I slowly lift my heavy head off the pillow, wipe the saliva off my mouth, and blink several times. There she is, laying on her side, her eyes still closed. After a few moments, I realize I haven’t been breathing properly. My heart is pounding, though not quite from lack of oxygen.

In the light, I can follow the shape of her nose with my eyes, soaking in the pale freckles that haven’t made their full debut yet. The sun is shining through her hair, making the dark brown appear more red and soft than I imagined. I want to touch it, but I don’t desire to awake this beauty. I smile, and slowly reach out, grasping a few strands in between my fingers. I rub them together, feeling the texture and admiring then against my skin. She’s my best friend. As the light increases, she breathes deeper and softly shifts. My heart catches and a grin I can’t control spreads across my face.

“Morning, love.” I whispered.

“Morning.” She sighed, waking up and fluttering her eyelids in the light.

I slowly reached my hand up to hers on the pillow above her head and intertwined out fingers. Her hand was warm, as always, and it warmed mine.

“So,” I started, turning my body to face hers, “no more pretending?”

“No more, please.” She smiled a little.

“So, what are we?” I smirked.

“We,” she thought for a little, “are forever.”

“That was painfully cheesy.” I cringed.

“What are you going to do about it?” She teased.

Then I did something I had done a thousand times before, but it was somehow different this time. I hovered over her and placed my lips on hers. I had snogged so many girls and it meant nothing, I had kissed them to tease them or fill a hole inside of me, but this time it was pure. I felt like I was flying and I couldn’t focus on anything except the feeling of her lips on mine.

 We pulled apart after a few seconds, and I just looked at her. She was blushing, it was barley pink and disappeared as soon as it appeared.

“Sorry.” She laughed a little.

“For what?” I asked.

“I’m not a good kisser, you’ll have to put up with that.” She smiled, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Please! I bet in a week you’ll be better, practice makes perfect, and I can help you practice any time.” I smirked. She hit my shoulder and laid back to look at the ceiling. I pulled her closer to me and thanked heaven that we were finally together like this.