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Pen Pals

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader takes up a Pen Pals writing program at her school, and soon finds herself falling for the military man who’s been sending her letters. What happens when she graduates? Will the letters still come after, or is she just a random person who was strung along just to blow off some steam via words? 

Word Count: 1.7kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Heyy my loves! This is my entry for @revwinchester‘s Birthday Challenge. I got the prompt “Soldier” with Dean (obviously). This was meant to be a one shot, but then I thought, why not make the other half in Dean’s POV? It’s only fair, right? Second part will come next weekend. And the third the following weekend. I really hope you guys like this! Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

*Part Two*

Chapter One: First Letters

Pen Pal - a person with whom one becomes friendly by exchanging letters, especially someone in a foreign country whom one has never met.

I never thought I’d be the one to do these kinds of things. When I signed up for it at the beginning of freshman year in high school, people thought I was insane. They didn’t think I was going to go through with it, you see.

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Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.


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clotpolesonly  asked:

I WANT THAT HUMAN!DEREK FIC TOO. that whole season was a mess, but there was so much untapped potential with Derek slowly losing his wolf powers. i've always wanted a fic where Derek figures out he can actually get drunk now due to his slowed metabolism and proceeds to get totally smashed. and he drunk texts Stiles for whatever reason, and Stiles is like whoooaaa okay this definitely needs a chaperone so Derek doesn't get alcohol poisoning and die cuz he's not used to it. (cont...)

so Stiles comes over to make sure that Derek is okay. starts out with Derek slaphappy and affectionate kind of drunk but he devolves into anger and helplessness because, somehow even now, Kate is still managing to take things from him, to take EVERYTHING he cares about away from him. getting angry only makes it worse because, before this mess, punching the wall would have broken the WALL instead of his hand and that only drives home how WEAK he is now. 

not to mention that his werewolf-ness is his final legacy from his family, his closest and most integral connection to them. he’s never NOT been a werewolf, so if he loses that, then what is he? who is he?? he’s nothing, and he’s just devastated by that. –anyway so Stiles talks him down, tries to reassure him that he’s still himself and he’s still worth something (worth everything to him, at least). i have this image in my head of Derek trying to punch walls again with his broken hand and Stiles stopping him, like physically restraining him from hurting himself in his impotent anger, and it’s as much a show of Stiles’ strength as it is Derek’s weakness, and i’m just really emotional about this entire premise. it’s been in my mind for months and i just can’t bring myself to write it down in case it’s not as good on paper as it is in my head.

THIS though. <333 These are all the issues the show should have explored during Derek’s arc. Losing his power, his sense of self, his last connection to his family. Struggling with not being able to heal, with being wounded and stripped down by Kate again. Struggling for purpose, struggling with his trauma, struggling to figure out who he is now if he’s not a wolf, how to even exist like this, fragile and slow with weak senses. He’d have to find some new purpose for himself, beyond being the human shield to take claws and bullets during battle. He’d have to find a new way to survive, new reason to survive.

And who better than Stiles to help him through all that?

There is honestly so much to explore with human!Derek (I love the thought of him getting drunk now because he can, because it numbs the pain and the loss a little, and Stiles being there to stop him because Stiles, of anyone, knows the dangers of using alcohol to self-medicate after a trauma) and it hurts me that canon did absolutely nothing with it. It’s one of the major holes fandom never bothered to fill in and make up for (probably because s4 as a whole was just such a mess, but I’d love to see what our talented minds could do with it anyway, because it would be beautiful).

Don’t let me go



Au: Grim Reaper,demon


A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.


I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.


"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.



Request: Hi I LOVE YOUR WORK! Can I make a request? Anyway can I have a Draco Malfoy imagine were you go to meet him in the forbidden forest but he’s not there but Crabb and Goyle are and they attack the reader? If you do t want to write this it’s cool! :) :)

Character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 665

Warning: Physical abuse, verbal abuse.

Sorry, it took me this long to write this, enjoy it.

*Gif’s not mine, credit to whoever made it*

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

“Shhhh, Mr. Malfoy. Leave,  you need to let her rest.”

“No! I’m staying with her until she wakes up, and then I still will be with her to take care of her.”

Whispers, echoing inside my head, getting louder and louder until they were unbearable screams filling me completely. My eyes snap open unable to take the noise anymore, I was meet with silence but it was replaced with the increasing race of my heartbeats and the eyes of Madam Pomfrey and Draco. I tried to stand from the bed, realizing I was in the hospital wing. I couldn’t move, a rush of pain run through my body letting an animalistic grunt of hurt escape from my mouth.

“Easy, let me help-”

“You are not helping her Mr. Malfoy, that is my job.” Madam Pomfrey hurried to help me sitting down, preventing Draco you even put a hand on me.

“Thank you.” I mouth her grabbing Draco’s hand giving it a gentle squeeze. He sadly smiled at me and sat down.

“What happened?” he asked worried giving a delicate kiss to my hand.

I was supposed to meet Draco at Forbidden Forest at 6:00 p.m but I’m running late because I woke up late from a nap I took after classes were over. I walked faster as I approached the border of the Forest. I deepen myself in it planning my apologies to Draco for being; late when something hit me from the back and my body fell to the ground landing on my face. I tried to prevent from hitting my face but I was unable to move. 

My body was turned harshly around and I see Crabbe and Goyle’s standing in front of me. I was doing my best to scream and run from them but I didn’t move an inch.

“Look who we have here, the (Y/H) mudblood.” spat Crabbe giving me a filthy look and kicking me hard in the ribs.

Pain extended all over my body. He walked around me, trying to intimidate me, purposely stepping on my hand probably breaking a finger or two. Goyle did absolutely nothing but stare almost as if he was bored. Crabbe kicked me a couple more times on the outer part of my thighs and near my chest. I felt how my body was lifted from the ground and I feared for my life not knowing what he was going to do.

“Stop!” we heard a female voice scream from behind, my body was left to fall to the ground carelessly hitting my back with a fallen branch. I was relieved but my eyes showed authentic fear when Pansy Parkinson.

“I can’t believe you started without me and being the only ones having fun,”

she said as a psychotic smile grew on her face.

“ Draco’s too good for you, you worthless mudblood,” she spits on my face. Shen then grabbed me by my shirt lifting me from the ground, before she did anything she got closer to the lever of my ear and whispered.

“Take this as a warning, stay away from my Dracky or else…” My head hit something extremely hard as I sense something warm and wet on the spot where the back of my head was smashed. I heard their steps getting less and less audible, letting me know they were leaving.  My body stopped being stiff and I was able to move again, felt dizzy and my eyes felt heavy as I blacked out but I was being carried away from that horrifying scene before I lost my conscience completely.

Draco’s teary eyes became hard and soulless, his breath sped up and his knuckles became white as he gripped the sheet of my bed. He stood up looking at nothing in particular, lost in his thoughts, he came closer to me and gently kissed me on the forehead.

“Don’t worry my dear, I’ll deal with this.” he said slowly and walked his way out of the hospital wing.

BTS Reacts - Innocently Rubbing Their Stomachs

Jungkook: Kook’s head would snap to look at you, unable to contain his delight. He’d exhale slightly, as if your touch was rendering him breathless; he couldn’t believe the affection he was being shown. The corners of his lips would turn upward as he gazed at your fingers moving back and forth on his stomach. He would enjoy this very much, and would secretly hope to be able to record this on his phone to tease you with the footage of you being unintentionally cute. You would notice his breaths becoming more drawn out and relaxed, to which you would pause your actions momentarily to examine his restful face.

“Why did you stop? I liked the feeling.”

Namjoon: The fierce rapper would seem like the kind of person that would probably think nothing of you touching his stomach, dismissing it as a simple occurrence, but the truth was he would probably have to restrain himself from grinning like a moron. Namjoon would absolutely adore the sensation of your fingers brushing across his stomach. He would purse his lips, closing his eyes as he tries to curb the cheerfulness in his effervescent heart; some tiny fragment of him would be trying his hardest not to brag about the fact that you seemed to be doing this automatically. You ask him if he’s fine, as he seemed to be making weird faces.

“I’m fine - I’m just thinking to myself.”

Yoongi: Min Yoongi would be minding his own business, when he would suddenly feel your hands caressing at his stomach. He isn’t used to public displays of affection, even at its minimum - but with you, he wouldn’t be able to keep a smile from surfacing as his group members all validate him with a favorable glance. From then on, he would try to pretend like your desire for closeness didn’t faze him, even though the evident smirks on his face would constantly give you his blessing to touch him - something about the repetitive sweeping calmed his mind. Every so often, he would groan in his seat, stretching his arms as he peers down at you.

“I’m going to fall asleep if you keep touching me.”

Hoseok: Hoseok would watch you with gentle eyes as you motioned your palm around his stomach. The first feeling that would pop into his heart was unadulterated pride - having someone like you on his arm, earnestly stroking the skin on his stomach; it would send him to the moon and back. This was purity at its finest. Hobi wanted this instance to occur every day, it was all just so surreal. He would realize how much you meant to him in that moment, and he wouldn’t want you to treat any other guy, the way you did him. He rubs at your shoulder, calling for your attention as he tells you this:

“Make sure you only do such things with me, okay?”

Jimin: The awkward bean - as confident as he always appeared to be on stage - would probably have no idea how to react to you rubbing his tummy. His hands would try finding something, anything, to hold on to or fiddle with while you massaged the top of his stomach unknowingly. He would most likely read too much into your gestures - did you want something from him? Were you trying to hint at him? Or were you just bored and wanted something to do? What he did take away from the whole experience was that you were being absolutely heavenly with your charms, and he secretly didn’t want you to stop.

“Ah, you don’t have to keep doing that…”

Taehyung: The young man wouldn’t really have thought much of you kneading the muscles below his chest; after all, he often did the same to you without a second thought, with delicate stroking on your own tummy instead. The nature of your relationship is so instinctual that you and Taehyung both wouldn’t have realized how doting you were with one another until one of the members brought up the fact that you two always seemed so at ease in each other’s company.

“Huh? Is it really that strange? They always liked putting their hands on my stomach…”

Seokjin: Jin would react subtly to you slowly starting to massage his soft stomach all of a sudden. He would be only slightly taken aback by your innocent whims; he would have thought you were falling asleep since you were leaning ever so quietly against him. Despite his initial awe, he would eventually settle into your fondling, deciding to play with your hair while you played with the cotton that covered his tummy, rubbing its surface every now and then. He’d give you a discerning stare before your smile makes him return one of his own, before he reservedly looks back to the screen of his phone. He would be all over the faint touches you make against his stomach - all he can really say about it is one word.


I hope you enjoy this react! I kind of just assumed that the actions would be coming from their s/o in a non-sexual (innocent) way, instead of from a platonic friend, I hope I interpreted that correctly. Thank you for requesting! <3

Dating in Detroit

I broke up with someone this evening.  I haven’t got anxiety like that since, well, for ages.  I wanted it to work so much. But it didn’t. We didn’t. And so I ended it. The bottom line, I suppose, was that our humour wasn’t aligned, at least that’s how I felt. And I think laughing through life together is important. Right? We never ever laughed.  

I second guessed myself through the whole seven weeks.  And I know seven weeks doesn’t sounds like much or anything; but dating in your 30s is different. You know more now.  You know more now so each relationship is more serious from the start.  We also spent quite a few nights together each week. It was nice. Someone to cook and eat and explore with. Someone to watch Survivior with (because apparently I still love that show, ha!). Someone to wake up next to. And now suddenly I’m alone in my apartment with a fresh taste of what a relationship feels like; before him I had almost forgotten what it was like.  It suddenly feels jarring to be alone; in this familiar feeling a mere seven weeks ago I didn’t think much about. 

He was in AA too. I knew absolutely nothing about AA before, except what I had seen on TV.  Two months ago had I listed out a list, my list, “AA” probably would have made it on. But then it’s different when you meet someone. Different when you find out later and already know them. It didn’t bother me at all except sometimes it did.  It made me think about my relationship with alcohol a lot. I never drink alone and am not a huge drinker, but I do enjoy warm patios and crafts beer and fancy bars and glasses of wine and I was shocked at how suddenly it seemed important to me. How I couldn’t imagine introducing him to friends or celebrating occasions… even though, I hardly ever even drink at them myself.  

He was nice too. Really nice. The type of nice you hope for; doors and bills and roses and chocolates.  But. But I learnt that kind isn’t enough. It came to the point where I preferred a night alone than a night of nice and kind and routine with him.  I asked so many questions. He didn’t. I talked a lot. He didn’t. I was curious. (I felt like he wasn’t).  

It’s weird, and this is a ramble.  But I am back to being single, back on the horrendous world of dating apps, back to hoping the next one, maybe, just maybe will work. 

the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"
Star - Archie Andrews

can i request an archie imagine (female pronouns please) where you’re a writer (blue and gold journalist but also write your own stuff) and are supposed to write an article about the football team so you go to the practice but end up with ramblings about archie and you accidentally leave a poem and archie finds it and talks to you and admits he’s into you as well :)) thanks so much in advance

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

First off, I’m sorry it’s so short. Secondly, I hope you like my cringe-worthy poetic writing!

“You can interview my players after their practice, just wait in the bleachers for now.” You nodded, “thanks Coach Clayton.” You turned around and walked towards the bleachers. You itched to just go home to write something for yourself, but since Betty had convinced you to write for the Blue and Gold, you had obligations. You sat on the cool metal seats, adjusting your bag and clicking you pen. The players made their way on to the track, starting to run their warm-up laps. Your eyes scanned the group until your gaze landed on a familiar head of red hair.

You scribbled on your note pad : Archie Andrews Rising Star. You’d heard the talk in the hallways about this ginger boy. He had everything going for him, not just in his football career. You couldn’t help but admit he was a stand-up guy, just with the number of times you’d talked to him. He was very sweet, so sweet in fact, that you had taken a little liking towards him. So you felt butterflies in your tummy at the thought of speaking to him again. You watched him run the track and the second time around he noticed you sitting in the bleachers. He waved at you and your returned the kind gesture, happy he couldn’t see your blush.

You busied yourself with writing small phrases that turned into a small poem. As you finished the last stanza of the poem, you heard the coach's’ whistle sound. You ripped out the poem, shoving it in your back pocket. You walked down the steps and toward the football players, Archie more specifically. “Hey, Archie, would you be willing to be interviewed for the Blue and Gold?” He smiled at you, “Of course,Y/N, anything for you.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at his reply. You proceeded to ask him the questions that you and Betty made together. He gave solid answers, supporting the team’s reputation while also being himself.

“Thanks Archie, I think that’s all I need from you,” you said, smiling and you noticed he was too. “By the way, the article will be adequately titled, Archie Andrews : Rising Star.” He let out a laugh, probably just to pity you. “How have you been, Y/N,” he asked, “since summer?” You paused, studying his handsome face. “I’ve been better, what about you?” He shrugged, “it’s just a little weird now,” he gestured to his jersey; His jersey with Jason’s number on it. You nodded, “I can’t imagine what it’s like being compared to Jason.” He frowned and you saved yourself, “you’re so different, but in the greatest way possible.” He nodded and looked back up at you. “So what did you do over summer?” You scoffed, “absolutely nothing.” He smiled a little, “not even a boyfriend to keep you busy?”

You swallowed hard, “uh no,” you replied and Archie seemed to realize that he overstepped your comfort. “Sorry,” he said, “it’s just hard to believe that a pretty girl like yourself is single.” You felt nerves crawl over your whole body. You needed to leave before you said something stupid. You looked down at your watch and sighed. “Well I gotta go, see ya Archie,” you spun on your heels and fast walked away. “Y/N, wait,” you heard his voice but your just kept going.

Archie watched as you walked away. He had messed up, that much was clear. He bent down to pick up the piece of paper that had slipped out of your pocket. He didn’t call out to you again, seeing as you were farther away now. He unfolded the paper and read what you had written.

A.A. - Rising Star

Amidst the darkness of pain and regret,

There stands a star in the field,

Alone among the wreckage

Who burns like the end of a cigarette.

Tousled flames burns too bright,

As the rising star ascends

Into the unforgiving skies,

Blinding those who fear the light.

Of this time of heartache and pain,

It’s lovely to see such a handsomely

Strong star that burns so high

It can still breath light amidst the rain.

Archie flashed back to your conversation and made the connection. You wrote this poem about him. Was he really this great, as your poem made him out to be? He folded the paper back up, shoving it into his pocket. He walked over to where his dad normally picks him up with a smile; maybe there was a chance you liked him too.

You closed the door to the News Room around 4pm. You had stayed after school with most of the editing team, which was just you, Betty, and Jughead, to put the final touches on the school paper. Now, you could finally go home and focus on your own writings. You walked over to your locker, opening it to grab your jacket.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned and saw Archie, walking towards you with a piece of paper in his hands. You instantly recognized the mismatched folding as the poem you wrote while watching Archie at football practice. He held it out to you, his brown eyes bright with excitement. “Is this about me,” he asked, and you just nodded. “You’re a star in everyone’s eyes,” you said, trying to brush over the obvious. He just stared at you with a raised eyebrow. “The last stanza,” he murmured, and you felt the warm his skin radiated due to his closeness. You nodded, “I added some flourishes.”

“Is that all that is?” You bit your lip, looking away from him momentarily. “No, that’s not all they are.” He smiled, and leaned towards you, “in that case, you’re a very pretty star.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked into his eyes. He leaned down towards you, cupping your face with his hand. His lips brushed yours in question, which you answered with a full kiss. Galaxies exploded behind your eyes as it hit you that your were kissing Archie Andrews; your crush since Freshmen year. He pulled away from you slowly, a boyish grin played on his red lips. “I’ll see you at the big game, right Starshine,” he asked teasingly. You nodded with a smile, “of course, I’ll see you there Andrews.” With that, Archie turned around and left, smiling as he did. You shut your locker and turned the other way, but stopped when you say Betty and Jughead staring at you. “Really? Starshine?” Jughead asked, trying to mimic the way Archie said your nickname. You just smiled at the thought of your star.  

Getting Creative [Jason Todd x Reader]

@cityofdespair9 requested: “Congratulations on 500 followers!!! Can I request an imagine where Jason and the reader are on a vacation on a secluded island and they have to make their own fun because they get too bored?”

A/N: Yes this idiot finally produced something, and a request no less!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 665



You loved isolation, vacation and of course, your dear boyfriend Jason Todd, so when you added all three together, you should be ecstatic, right?


Very, very wrong.

“Jason, I’m bored out of my mind.” You complained like a child. Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced at you from his position under the palm tree.

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He questioned with a frown.

You rolled your eyes. “When I said break I didn’t mean strand ourselves on one of Bruce’s private islands. This is ridiculous, there’s virtually nothing here! Why did he even buy it?” You exclaimed, knowing you were making a really good point. Bruce never did anything without reason so why did he buy a tropical island in the middle of nowhere with barely anything built on it?

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Jason countered, just as clueless as you were.

You crossed your arms as a pout formed on your face, showing Jason that you weren’t happy with this arrangement at all. The two of you had already swam on the beach, played all possible beach games with only two people and used all the items in the villa. There wasn’t much else left to do and Bruce said the helicopter would come to pick you two up in another week.

Another week.

“We could always swim back?” Jason suggested.

Swim back.” You repeated, unimpressed. “Not everyone is a crime-fighting vigilante with years of training under his belt Jay.”

Jason shrugged. “I tried.” He then resumed reading the book in his hands.

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “it totally seemed that way.” You got off your hammock and began to walk around, staring at the forested area with curiosity. “Hey Jay?”


“How big’s the island?”

“Dunno, Bruce never mentioned.” Jason answered with disinterest. You hummed and thought for a moment, before a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

“Why don’t we find out?” You suggested with newfound excitement.

Jason looked from from the words on the page. “Huh?”

“You know,” you spread your arms, “explore the island! Who knows what’s out there!”

“Uh, I do.” Jason muttered, “bugs and reptiles and plenty of plants I don’t want anything to do with. And mosquitoes, let’s not forget mosquitoes.”

“Well I’m going with or without you.” You declared, walking away. You knew he would follow you either way, and soon enough you heard footsteps behind you, accompanied by quiet curses.

You walked deeper into the forest, taking note of all the strange, colorful plants and creatures peacefully residing on the trees. You could tell there were many more animals hidden, feeling afraid to show themselves. You weren’t as afraid of animals or bugs as the average person, so you found it easy to navigate the forest. You weren’t afraid of getting lost either since you knew Jason would remember the way back.

After an hour or two of walking, you found a small empty plot of land. It was in the middle of the forest and completely out of place. You frowned and walked to the center but felt nothing was wrong, but Jason thought differently.


He knelt down onto the dirt and… knocked on it? Curious, you lowered yourself down to his level beside him and watched as he started to wipe the sand away. Soon, you saw a grey surface underneath the sand.

A hatch.

You stepped back with wide eyes. “I guess we know why Bruce bought this island now…”

“Well… shall we?” Jason asked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to make Bruce angry? He probably didn’t tell us for a reason.” You protested, feeling unsure.

“You started this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to find another one of Bruce’s man-cave.” 

“You have anything better to do?” He challenged, smirking because he knew you were bored and did in fact, have absolutely nothing to do.

“… fine.” You sighed, giving in. “But if Bruce asks, it was your idea.”

How today’s clip “Playing Alone” should have been:

Sana: “Give me the ball.”

Yousef: “Come and get it.”

Sana: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Yousef. Give. Me. The ball.”

Yousef: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Sana. Just. Come. And get it.”

Sana: “I mean it Yousef. Give me the ball. I won’t say it again.”

Yousef: “Okay. I’ll take the ball then.” Sana doesn’t respond. “And leave.” He says to make his statement clear and get some kind of reaction off of Sana. But she doesn’t respond, again.

Yousef: “Bye!”

Sana: “Bye.” Sana turns over to go get the other ball which is resting next to a wood bench. “I’m tired of your shit.” Once she gets there she takes it and starts playing by herself, this ball doesn’t bounce as well as the other does, it lacks of air, but it is enough for her to not be close to Yousef. 

He stands right where he was when he arrived while he watches Sana fail miserably twice. He goes over to Sana and takes the other ball of her hands. They are two feet apart, Sana looks over to Yousef.

Sana: “Are you kidding me?”

Yousef: “Talk to me.”

Sana: “I got nothing to say to you.”

Yousef: “Really?”

Sana: “Really.”

Yousef: “Well, it feels like you do.”

Sana: “Well I don’t.” 

They stand there, looking at each other, Yousef has a worried look, while Sana is dead serious, not angry, not sad, just plain no emotion face. She takes one ball off of Yousef’s arms and goes sit in one bench while she bounces the ball, looking at the floor, but this time you can see sadness in her eyes. She is not in the mood to play anymore.

After a minute, she hears steps coming in her direction, but she doesn’t look, she stops bouncing the ball and hugs it, still, staring at the grass. Yousef stands right in front of her resting on the wood table behind him. He waits for her to make eye contact with him, but she doesn’t. He leaves the other ball, next to Sana on the bench. He goes to the other side of the table and he drags it through the grass so there is more space in front of Sana. Once it’s far enough he goes and sits on the ground, right in front of her, he is slightly lower than her, this time she looks at him. He grins, not to much, but enough for him to show that he’s happy that she finally looked at his eyes. 

Yousef: “What did I do wrong?”

Sana: “What makes you think you did something wrong?”

Yousef: “You are not talking to me, you don’t seem happy.”

Sana: “I am happy.”

Yousef: “I can’t see that. You are not smiling.” Sana fakes a smile, not showing her teeth.

Yousef: “Is that supposed to be a smile?” He says making a quick laugh. Sana drops the smile and a “Ugh” escapes her mouth while she quits hugging the ball and leaves it next to the ball Yousef left before, she rests her back on the back of the bench and crosses her arms. She stops the eye-contact and looks at the little basketball court on her left.

Sana: “Just drop it already.” Yousef’s smile fades.

Yousef: “I’m not dropping it Sana.” She sighs. “Just tell me. Clearly I did something wrong, just tell me so I can apologize.”

Sana: “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Yousef: “I don’t get it.”

Sana: “That’s the deal, you don’t have to apologise for kissing Noora.” Sana realising what she just said, closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, and wishes, she didn’t acutally said that.

Yousef: “What?”

Sana: “What?”

Yousef: “You said I don’t have to apologize for kissing Noora.” Sana looked at him and a low, soft, almost inaudible “Nei” went through her lips. “You saw that?” Sana looks down bending her body towards Yousef and supporting herself with her arms on her legs, and licks her lips, her mouth got dry in seconds. “Sana, you saw that?” She takes a deep breath.

Sana: “Jo.”

Yousef takes of his hat, and runs his hand through his hair. 

Yousef: “Faen.” He said it almost copying the “Nei” Sana said a few seconds back. He starts to pull out the grass in front of his feet. They stay quiet for minutes, three? Four?

Sana: “I just don’t understand why you did it. I mean, I do, she is pretty, of course you would kiss her…”

Yousef: “Can I explain?” 

Sana: “You don’t owe me an explanation Yousef.”

Yousef: “I kinda do though…” He sighs. “To be honest, I don’t even have an explanation for myself, I mean I do, it’s just not a good one.” She looks at him, but he doesn’t. “That Friday I thought you were mocking me…”

Sana: “Why?” she interrupts with a sad tone. This time he looks at her.

Yousef: “Because I had told you about Even, and then he was at the Karaoke, and I thought you hadn’t took me seriously, like you invited us just because you wanted me to see Even and create tension, I don’t know… It just felt wrong, so wrong.”

Sana: “But that wasn’t my intention…”

Yousef: “I know, I know that now. I’m sorry for assuming things…”

Sana: “You don’t have to say sorry, I probably would’ve assume that too. Sorry.”

He shows a little grin, so she knows it’s okay.

Yousef: “So, I was angry at you, and I just thought: you know, if she is this kind of person, I might as well forget about her, she’s not as I thought she was.” Sana looks away, although those are feelings that were because of a misunderstanding, it still hurts to know that he felt like this about her. “After you left because of the fight…”

Sana: “You should’ve come with me. You left me alone Yousef.” She needed to get it off her chest.  

Yousef: “I know… I’m sorry, I just…”

Sana: “You were angry at me.” She closes her eyes while she says that.

Yousef: “I’m sorry…”

Sana: “It’s okay.” Of course it wasn’t, she knows that although he was angry at her he should’ve come with her, Noora could’ve go with her, she heard it too, but she was angry at her. What a surprise. 

Yousef: “So… after you left, Noora and I started talking, and I mean… I like Noora” Sana stops breathing, Yousef notices it and tries to explain it better. “Not romantically, as a person, she doesn’t look like a bad person” Sana starts breathing again. “And after a while talking, she just kissed me, I was shocked at first but then I just went through with it. But then I realized, that I didn’t know why I was doing it, I didn’t and I don’t have feelings for her, I’m not the kind of person that kisses someone for the LOLs, it felt wrong and pointless and it didn’t got me anything but hurting you. I’m so sorry Sana” Sana still isn’t able to look at him, she just nods to let him know that she heard everything. 

Sana: “Does she know?” Yousef frowns “Does she know that you don’t have feelings for her?”

Yousef: “Yes, absolutely. I told her it didn’t mean anything and that it was a mistake. She apologized and left.” Sana nods again. “You are not looking at me Sana” She turns her head in his direction and looks at his eyes, she grins.

Sana: “I’m looking at you now.” Yousef smiles. 

Yousef: “So… you forgive me?”

Sana: “There is nothing to forgive Yousef. Did it hurt me? Yes. Will it take some time for the pain to stop? Probably yes. But I’m not angry at you, so don’t worry about it okay, I will deal with it on my own.” 

Yousef: “Okay? But I’m still sorry.”

Sana: “Okay.” They stare at each other for a moment.

Yousef: “Are we cool?”

Sana: “Yes, we are cool” 

Yousef smiles and lets out a little “Great”, while he gets a message from Elias, he takes his phone and reads it.

Yousef: “Elias is looking for me, I should go” Sana nods and gets up and takes the balls of the bench while Yousef puts his phone back in his pocket, when Sana turns over to Yousef his left arm is streched out. “Little help here?” 

Sana lets out a little laugh and leaves the ball that she is holding with his left arm on the bench again, reaches out to Yousef’s hand and helps him get up. Once he is standing in front of her he doesn’t let go of her hand, neither does she. After thirty seconds or so he slowly gets closer to Sana’s face and gently kisses her on the cheek.

Yousef: “Bye”

Sana: “Bye”

Sana lets go of Yousef hand and they both smile. After that Yousef leaves the little basketball court, Sana smiles.

After that clip we just got I felt like I needed to write something that has Yousana fluff and that we still got a bit of answers. I kind of guessed the whole kiss thing, I really don’t know why it happened but it’s the only thing that came up to mind, I haven’t talked about the fight because I really don’t know what happened, so addressing that was going to turn out really bad haha. 


I am form Spain so sorry if I made awful mistakes writing in English.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it and again, sorry if was disrespectful towards Islam and muslims. And happy Ramadan <3

daylightcasey  asked:

Hii!! Can you please do one where your dating Josh and your on tour with him, Tyler, and Jenna. But you start to get really sick, and I don't know, like before and after the show he takes care of you?? :)

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me longer than promised to get this up, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again, for your request! xx (hey, it’s the longest I’ve ever done haha)



Words: 2744

Warnings: None


Heat. That’s the first thing you noticed as you woke up in your bunk on the tour bus. Your sleep shirt clung to your body, completely soaked probably from your sweat because that was the second thing you noticed. It seemed like you ran a marathon from the way your body was heated up. Next thing you noticed was your stuffed nose and aching throat, as well as your burning eyes. Great, you thought to yourself, seems like I’m ill.

After contemplating if you should just stay in your bunk and call for your boyfriend Josh since every move ached like you really did run a marathon. But as soon as you tried to call out his name, you noticed that your voice was nearly gone and that it hurt like a bitch. So you had no other choice than to get up on your own and search for some kind of medicine.

As soon as you crawled out of your bunk, your head became dizzy. You hold yourself up on the wall, waiting for the dizziness to go away. After some seconds passed and your head felt somewhat normal again, besides the throbbing pain since you had to have a headache as well, you made your way to the cabin in the kitchen, hoping that you would find some painkillers and some stuff for your aching throat.

You noticed Josh sitting in the kitchen area, who immediately jumped up from his seat to rush to your side.

„Babe! Is everything alright? Not to sound rude or anything but you look like hell.“

Instead of giving one of your normal fiery comebacks, you just rolled your eyes which hurt as well.

„I guess with your lack of speaking that you’re ill. C’mon lay back in your bunk and I’ll bring you some medication and something to drink, maybe even something to eat if you’re hungry.“ You flash him a somewhat grateful smile, before practically crawling back to your bunk. Every step felt like you just climbed the Mount Everest.

As soon as you were in your bunk again, all cuddled up, you put the blanket away. There was no way you were putting more layers on your body, when it was already burning, making you a sweaty mess. What a great view that must have been for Josh.

Speaking of your lovely boyfriend, he returned after a few more minutes with the stuff he promised to bring you. After forcing the bitter tasting medicine down your throat and giving you some pills for your headache and other stuff, he started to tuck you in. Since you still couldn’t really speak and didn’t want to even try because of the assuming pain you would have, you frantically shook your head.

„What?“ Josh looked confused. You didn’t even bother to reply since you really couldn’t, you stomped the blanket off your legs again.

„C’mon (Y/N)! You need to keep warm, which means the blanket has to be on you, otherwise you’ll get more sick.“ You still shook your head and kept on kicking the blanket off of you, as Josh tried to tug you in.

„(Y/N)!“ He grew more and more frustrated, but you didn’t care as long as you don’t have to suffer under that big blanket. That’s why you did absolutely nothing as Josh huffed and went away, leaving you and your victory over the blanket fight alone.

Some minutes passed as Josh came back again, holding a wet cloth in his hands. „Listen (Y/N), I know you’re feeling like you’ll suffocate under that blanket but it’s important that you stay warm, okay? I want you to get better, not worse, so please.“

You grunted, knowing that he was probably right. So you did nothing as Josh tucked you in, just like a burrito. As soon as he was finished, he placed the wet cloth on your head. You immediately noticed that it was cold, cooling your burning forehead.

„Thanks“, you were able to quietly mutter that one out. Josh smiled down at you, kissing your cheek softly, before asking if he should stay by your side.

You shook your head, mouthing soundcheck because that’s where he needed to be right now. It took you some more minutes until you finally talked him into going, after promising that if something happens or if you need anything, you will immediately call him. With one last kiss on your cheek, since you wouldn’t allow him to kiss your mouth, you didn’t want him to get ill as well, he went to go sound checking.

It took you only a few moments until you’re passed out again.

You didn’t know how long you’ve slept but you started to feel a little bit better. Your body seemed cooled down, your throat stopped aching as much as before as well. However, you still felt like shit.

You heard someone shuffling around in the kitchen. Curious to who was on the bus still it was technically still time for soundcheck, after looking for the time on your phone, you decided to look for yourself. Maybe you could even grab something to eat.

This time you didn’t feel as dizzy as in the morning, making it easier for you to walk the small corridor down to the kitchen/seating area.

You saw Jenna, preparing soup. She probably heard you shuffling around, because she looked up to you, smiling gently. „Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? I hope you slept well!“

„A little bit better, thanks. What are you doing here? I thought soundcheck was still going on?“ Your voice was hoarse, but at least you could talk again. You sat down on one of the benches, hugging your knees to your chest, because damn it was much colder as in your bunk.

„Josh asked me to stay on the bus, just in case you needed anything or if you started to feel worse. I decided to cook some soup, while you sleep. Want some?“

You gladly accepted, knowing that whatever Jenna cooked, it was heavenly. While you started to eat, you told Jenna that she didn’t have to stay here and miss soundcheck. It made you feel guilty, the both of you always loved watching the guys soundcheck and because of you, Jenna couldn’t see it today.

„C’mon (Y/N)! We literally saw every soundcheck Tyler and Josh did, so it really is no problem that I stayed here with you, I wanted to make sure that nothing happens when you’re alone on the tour bus while we’re at the venue. Besides that, if I didn’t have stayed here, Josh would’ve. He’s really concerned, to be honest, thought about driving you to the hospital, but we were able to convince him that it’s just the flu or something.“ Jenna laughed, you joined lightly. Josh was probably the cutest boy in the entire world and you managed to snatch him before anyone else could.

„Thank you so much, Jenna. I already feel a little bit better, your soup seriously has magic powers!“ You grinned before you sneezed. „Ouch! Okay, I take it back, holy shit that hurt!“ You groaned.

Before Jenna could say anything to your remark, the door to the bus flew open, revealing Josh and Tyler. As soon as Josh laid his eyes on you, he quickly shuffled his way to the bench where you were currently seated. Instead of saying anything, he just pressed one of his palms against your forehead, checking if you still had a high temperature. It seemed like it went down in the last few hours because Josh looked somewhat relieved. But it didn’t last long until it changed into a more scolding one. „You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N). I told you that you needed to stay warm, which practically translates into staying in your bunk.“

„Jooooosh“, you whine, „ You can’t expect me to stay the whole day in my bunk.“

„I just want you to get better, okay? What do you say, we’re gonna cuddle up in your bunk and watch some Disney movies until I have to get ready for the show?“

You knew that Josh only wanted to get you back to your bunk, but you didn’t mind as long as you could get to cuddle and watch your favorite movies. So you nodded, agreeing to his offer. Before you made your way back to the sleeping area, where Josh started to set everything up, you thanked Jenna again for making that delicious soup and for taking care of you.

Josh already picked your favorite ones of all Disney movies that existed, Hercules and Tangled. After settling down beside him, all cuddled up to his side and after Josh made sure you’re warm enough for his liking, he pressed play for the first movie.

You probably fell asleep during the second one, Hercules. Josh tried his best to not wake you up, knowing that sleep was probably the best medicine out there. So he stayed there, all squished up in the little bunk, letting you use him as a pillow. But he didn’t mind, he loves you and he would do anything for you.

Some hours passed, Josh knew that he had to go within the next half hour to get ready for the concert. He noticed that your temperature started to rise again, whether it was an upcoming fever or if it was because of his body temperature and the many blankets. But as you started to shiver, he knew it was the first option.

You woke up, besides feeling like you were buried under an avalanche because of the many blankets around you, you couldn’t help but freeze. Oh no, you thought. Besides having a fever and the flu, you had to have chills as well.

„Hey Babe, how do you feel?“ Josh looks concerned at you, he probably saw you shivering.

„I’m cold“ You croaked, your voice was hoarse due the sleeping and the aching.

„Come here“, Josh opened his arms, letting you cling to his body while he puts his arms around. You immediately noticed the heat radiating off of him.

„I don’t want to make you ill, you have shows to do“, you whispered, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

„You won’t make me ill, just because we cuddle. And if I do get ill, I don’t care, as long as I’m there for you.“ Josh said softly, stroking your back. „But I need to get ready soon, I’m sorry, Babe.“

„It’s okay, but I will come to the venue when the concert starts if you don’t mind. I wanna take a nap before, so I’ll be awake enough to watch you“

„No no no. I’d really like you to watch me perform but there’s no way you’re gonna stand backstage for the whole concert. You’re gonna stay here and rest.“

You lifted your head up, looking at your boyfriend’s face. „What? No!“, you exclaimed. How could he think that you wanted to miss his concert?

„Baby! You’re ill, you have a fever, the chills and you’re way too exhausted to stand up on your own feet for more than 5 minutes. Be rational here, you know I love it when you watch me from the sides, but I’d love it more when you’re healthy again. I couldn’t even concentrate on playing if I knew you would be standing there, ill. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.“

Knowing that Josh was right, you grunted. You promised yourself as you started the tour with him, that you wouldn’t miss even one concert. Looks like you’d have to now.

„Okay… But what am I supposed to do the whole time?“

„Sleep, and maybe watch some movies, but just rest okay? And drink much. As soon as the concert’s over, I’m gonna come to you so we can cuddle again, how does that sound?“

You nodded, agreeing to his offer. Josh softly kissed your forehead, before he started to get out of the bunk. Immediately you noticed the loss of his body temperature against you, making you shiver again. He noticed it too, because, after searching for some moments, he gave you one of his big sweaters, helping you to get it on. You thanked him, engulfing his scent that lingered on the jumper.

„No problem, Love. I need to make sure that you’re warm enough, right?“ He chuckled, which you lightly returned. „Now go back to sleep, I love you.“ Josh kissed your forehead again, you returned the ‚I love you‘ before you fell asleep again, probably because of the comfiness of Josh’s sweater.

The ringing of your phone woke you up again. You didn’t know for how long you’ve slept, but the whole tour bus was empty, signaling that it was already time for the concert.
You noticed an incoming FaceTime call from Jenna, which you quickly accepted. To your surprise, she didn’t appear on your phone screen, but your boyfriend did. He already wore his concert outfit, consisting of the white button down and the red jacket. The ski mask was already on his head as well, pushed up so you were able to see his face with the already painted red smudge around his eyes.

„I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I wanted to talk to you quickly before I have to go up.“

„It’s no problem. I’m glad that I get to wish you the best of luck, but I do have one question: Why are you on Jenna’s phone?“ You asked confused.

„Ohhh right. Well, I felt bad that I didn’t let you watch the show, so I asked her if she would stream it for you, trough the FaceTime call, so you don’t miss out.“ Josh grinned, obviously proud of his idea.

„Thank you, you’re absolutely the best! And now, don’t let the fans wait any longer, I love you and you’ll do great, I promise you that.“ You blew him a kiss after he thanked you and returned the ‚I love you‘. The camera moved around, signaling that Josh probably gave Jenna her phone back.

You knew you were right, as soon as you saw her face. „Jenna, thank you for doing this.“ You laughed lightly.

The blonde grinned at you, telling you that it wouldn’t have been right watching the guys perform without you by her side. So that’s exactly what you do, even if meant you staying in your bunk watching everything over the screen of your phone. But nevertheless was it great. Though, you couldn’t help but to slightly feel jealous that you couldn’t be right there, seeing everything through your own eyes. Dang you for getting sick.

As soon as the concert was over, Jenna told you from Josh that he will take a quick shower before he comes back to you so he can keep his promise. You waited, longing for the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms around you, warming you instead of his sweater and the numerous blankets you were tucked in.

„Hey, Babe! I’m baaaack“, Josh dragged the last word out, probably due to the leftover energy from performing in front of a big crowd.

„Maybe I should let you run a few laps, so you can calm a little bit down before you can cuddle with me“ You chuckled, he knew that you were joking, that’s why he didn’t hesitate to climb in the bunk, right next to you. Josh checked your temperature again, pressing his palm against your forehead. He nodded smiling, meaning that your fever probably went down again.

„I love you, so much. And I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass to you today, for not letting you see the concert and everything. I just didn’t want you to get worse because of me, you are way to important for me.“ He pressed a single kiss against your temple, mumbling softly.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your whole body against his. „I love you too, and it’s alright, you were right the whole time.“

It was just then, that you noticed how tired you exactly were. You hadn’t noticed before, but watching the whole concert was exhausting. You noticed Josh keep on pressing little kisses against your head, his hands stroking your side. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, only hearing the steady beating of your boyfriend’s heart and his breathing.

tthemanwithmanyauandheadcannons  asked:

Hi ! Something a little different but how about a au where Jason isn't adopted and raised by batman but Wonder Woman instead ? Oh also something tells me she wouldn't let joker live after what he did to Jason

Decided to do this as a headcanon instead of an imagine! Hope you don’t mind but this was an interesting au to explore, I hope I made sense here. Thank you for sending in your request and enjoy!

  • Regardless of what Jason does, Diana will be that proud mum ™ She cares for Jason a whole lot and will always try to be there for Jason whenever she can. Like Jason has a basketball match, she’ll be there, cheering Jason on proudly. Diana is also a very hands-on mum too. If she thinks Jason is troubled, then she will not hesitate to seek the necessary help to make Jason’s life a little bit better.
  • Training are always taken very seriously. As soon as Jason expresses an interest in learning how to properly fight, Diana will not hesitate to show him how she fights. She will teach him what she has been taught before and she might even spar with him occasionally. Most of the time, Diana will be very strict with Jason.
  • “Your stance is wrong, my little one.” Diana will correct Jason and she is always patient with him even when Jason gets super annoyed at how she is teaching him. Sometimes he thinks Diana is treating him very much like glass but Jason definitely cannot deny that once he has learned how to properly harness the skills he already has and polish it under Diana’s guidance, he has started getting extremely better.
  • Missions with Diana are both fun and suffocating at times. Jason looks up to Diana as both mentor and mother-figure and sometimes she coddles him too much especially during missions and he can never be too reckless under her watchful eyes. It takes a lot of reassuring as well as consistent asking to have Diana’s permission for him to go out there on missions with her.
  • When Diana finds out that The Joker has tortured Jason, that’s when the saying hell hath no fury like a woman scorned comes to life. Diana will stop at nothing – I mean absolutely nothing! – to find Joker and maybe even pulverize him. She probably will not hesitate to kill because Diana does not do anything half-assed. If Joker hurts someone very dear to her, he might as well kill himself because Diana will not let him off easily!
  • If by chance, Diana gets stopped by let’s say – Batman or Superman – Diana will make sure Joker does not get anywhere near her or Jason! If Jason had died and she, by any chance, did not manage to save him, Diana will not stop until she avenges Jason’s death because Jason is her one and only son – her wings.
  • Growing up with Wonder Woman will probably make Jason a little less volatile in a sense that he will probably redirect all that anger in to something else and might even be able to turn it in to a passion. Diana is also a good influence on him – lord knows his birth mum was probably not a good one.
  • Jason adores and respects Diana a lot especially when she buys him burgers and they go out to the city at random hours just to chill and eat burgers and talk about unimportant things in life.

AND ANOTHER THING: I L O V E the hc that using Deadeye takes a serious mental toll on McCree and I wanna expand on my personal headcanon for it. 

So we can sorta infer that McCree was fairly respected in Deadlock, probably due to a combination of shit, but with a lot of credit due to his fucking insane talent with a revolver. That’s sorta why i think he knew/learned Deadeye before he ever joined Blackwatch and was likely part of the reason that Reyes wanted to recruit him. That’s beside the point tho i digress

SO Reyes knew Jesse was a crack shot, and during his first little bit in Blackwatch, like during evaluations or training, I’d say he met and excelled expectations. He’s great!! But Reyes also knows that while he’s probably in the top 5% of all marksmen, he kinda thinks there’s something missing? Like, Yeah, the kid is amazing, but it’s what you’d expect from someone who has a lot of natural talent and tons of practice. He’s not quite living up to his “legendary sharpshooter” status. 

So Gabe prob eggs him on, kinda jabs at him a little or whatever but doesn’t really push until he’s like “Hey, this is an extremely important evaluation and it could decide your status in Blackwatch so I need you to really live up to your reputation right now kid” and Jesse ends up using Deadeye. Absolutely floors everyone, that kid took out 6 moving targets in less than 4 seconds, what the fuck. They’re super impressed and afterwards they have to meet to discuss it so no one really thinks to check up on Jesse. 

I think the symptoms of using/overusing Deadeye would be similar to a concussion, like:

  • headache
  • dizziness/vertigo
  • slurred or disorganized speech
  • looking dazed
  • delayed response to questions
  • “brain fog”
  • sensitivity to light and noise

plus some others like anxiety, paranoia, possibly even hallucinations if he had severely overused it.

Anyway, once the adrenaline has worn off Jesse stumbles back to his room and curls up until he absolutely has to get up, grits his teeth, and acts like nothings wrong. He’s a good actor. No one notices, aside from maybe one or two people going “hmm McCree is acting a little different” and the other person inevitably going “Oh well he did just have that huge eval he’s probably just still a little shakey from it”

I feel like any time he used it, he would make a real effort to hide any symptoms at the risk of looking vulnerable or being seen as a liability (because he’s heard of people being discharged from the military for as little as a stress fracture and in Deadlock you didn’t get sick days, because if they tell him to stop using it then what is he good for?). So he’d probably keep it hidden for a longass time until he used it one too many times trying to cover their asses in a firefight, and back at the safehouse Gabe finds him shaking and dry-heaving into a trash can with his bandanna pressed over his eye. Def presses him for details and tries to figure out whats wrong bc he’s like. Genuinely worried. Is he injured?? What’s going on??? This has never happened before?? and eventually gets the story out of Jesse bits at a time and is like “Oh my god why didn’t you tell someone, you’ve been dealing with this since day one are you serious??” but also Gabe prob feels hella guilty because that’s why McCree went sneaking off so often after missions, that’s why he was always late with his report, it’s not because he’s lazy or irresponsible it’s because he’s practically fucking dying.

I ran out of thought juice but please feel free to add ur own deadeye headcanons or discuss this one or whatever ily all

anonymous asked:

Momma is it okay to marry someone in a different way? My best friend and I keep joking about how we should get married and we almost did it once. We plan on living Together and probably raising a kid together someday the onlything that is missing is kissing and sexing and I'm pretty tempted for us to just go get married and he would be game but it would be non romantic or sexual and we would be allowed to have relationships with other people if we feel like it. We are 20 so you think it'd be ok?

It would absolutely be okay!

There is nothing wrong with marrying someone platonically. Nothing wrong with having other relationships too since there’d be that understanding because y’all have already talked it all out.

I wish you the best of luck!

-Lou the Lobster

Too Close for Comfort (Teen Wolf - Stiles x OC)

Request from anon : Could you do a stiles imagine where you are Scott’s sister and you are secretly dating stiles.

Word count : 7,4k (I feel like I’m making progress, they used to be twice as long!!)

Synopsis : Just the everyday struggles that come with being the twin sister of a true Alpha.

A/N: For the sake of the plot and nothing else, Allison is still alive, although she does not appear in the story (Allison, I’m so sorry for turning you into a plot device). I made Sasha (the OC) Scott’s twin, because it was easier and spared me the trouble of coming up with an age difference. This took me literally ages (read: months), I’m sorry for being such an unreliable writer, I  have little to no sense of priority and I keep postponing everything I’m asked to do. That’s how strong my contradictory spirit is. Here I am, dropping this imagine when everybody least expects it. Surprise!


You know what really sucks when your brother is a werewolf? Everything.

And that doesn’t even come close to reality, Sasha’s life has become so much more difficult since Scott was bitten by Peter. Having an asthmatic twin brother whose main concern in life was to pass his math class was boring, but it was safe and Sasha had the privilege of being the most extra of the two – ah good times ! But then of course Scott’s asthma became a thing of the past, added to his new found super strength and speed, his popularity went from zero to ten real quick, leaving Sasha in the dust, far behind him.

Not that he wanted to leave her behind. Scott was the absolute best brother one could possibly dream of in terms of loyalty and support, but it just happened. He couldn’t exactly fight against the natural course of the events while also learning to control his powers – and trying to win over Allison with his awkward charm. And then Peter happened, which only compelled him to push Sasha farther away for her own safety. At the time, she thought it was the worst thing that could happen, and once Peter was defeated, she thought everything was over and life would go back to normal.

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Title: Sex Drunk

Pairing: Wincestiel

Rating: Explicit

Wordcout: 1,994

Notes: just a little cheer up quickie for @hornsonmysoul, because ily, be nice to yourself (loosely based off what I remember of the episode ‘99 problems’ with the whore of babylon, I know this doesn’t really work with the timeline of it but anyway)


“What’s with the angel passed out on the bed?”

Dean pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of a chair, eyeing Cas spread out on one bed on top of the comforter, trench coat and shoes still on.

“He showed up drunk.”

On the small couch, hunched over an old book, Sam didn’t even bother to look up at Dean.

“What, seriously? He can even get drunk?”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair and finally sat back, looking at Dean. “He said he drank a whole liquor store. I think he might have meant that literally.”

Dean pulled a dingy glass down from a kitchenette cupboard and filled it with tap water. “Man, what is up with him.”

“He called me stupid when I asked if he was ok.”

“I mean, it’s kind of obvious he’s not.”

Setting the water down on the table, Dean moved to root through a duffel bag at the end of the couch, pulling out a bottle of aspirin.

“Where’s Padre?”

“Taking a minute to get his head on.”

Passing the couch, Dean patted Sam on the arm and his brother leaned into it before settling back quietly over his book. Picking up the water, Dean took the aspirin over to the bed and sat down hard, bouncing the mattress.

Cas was dead to the world.

“Maybe you should let him sleep,” Sam said.

“Maybe you should mind your business.”

The bitch face he got for that was reassuring. Things’d be fine between them. Always were.

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14. Valentine // Nurseydex

« {Part 14 of my Valentine’s collection.}

a/n: damn, i just barely missed valientine’s day… so close. oh well. this is the last piece in the series, so thanks for sticking with it for this long! enjoy a cute sick fic for Nursey’s birthday :)

When Nursey opened the door, Dex’s first thought was that he looked awful.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Dex asked. Nursey was still wearing his sweatpants and an off-white sleeveless work-out shirt, which wasn’t altogether unattractive. However, the bags under his eyes were so dark that they almost looked like bruises, and his hair was matted on one side, and his nose was red. He did not look like the kind of guy who was going to be ready to go out on a date in ten minutes.

“I think I’m sick,” Nursey said. His voice was low and raspy.

“No shit,” Dex said. “I’m guessing this means we’re not going out tonight?”

“Sorry,” said Nursey. “I know it’s Valentine’s day, but—”

“And your birthday,” Dex cut in. “It’s Valentine’s day, and your birthday.”

“Yeah…” Nursey said, shoulders slumping. He somehow managed to seem even more dejected, despite already looking like death. “We can meet up tomorrow, if you want.”

“If you’re this sick right now, you’re probably not going to be better tomorrow,” Dex said. “Why don’t we just spend the night in? Is your roommate here?”

“Oh, no. Sam left a few hours ago. He said he had a midterm and didn’t want me getting him sick,” Nursey said, rubbing absently at his temple. “You really don’t want to come in here right now, it’s like, really nasty. A den of pestilence. Tissues everywhere….”

“Oh, please,” Dex said. He shouldered past his boyfriend and stepped into the dorm room.

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animalluvr999  asked:

So I've sent a couple prompts via messages and idk if you've seen them or not but I'm just gonna assume not so: 1) Nico having hiccups and being frustrated af trying to get rid of them but noTHINGS WORKING YES WILL IVE TRIED THAT 4 TIMES (but it won't go away bc a god cursed him or smth) 2) will decorating Nico as a Xmas tree and Nico just "Will what are you Doing" and seeming so Done with him but secretly thinks his husband is so adorable how excited he gets for xmas

I’m absolutely terrible with the new messenger, I’ve probably seen it but completely forgot about it

Anyways, I went with the first prompt

Hic! Nico’s throat made a horrible, high pitched sound that Nico did not ask for. It was followed by a brief but sharp pain in his chest, and it left a weird bubble in his throat. He’s had the hiccups for a few minutes now and he doesn’t remember them hurting this bad. He pressed on his sternum, trying in vain to simple will away the hiccups. He was trying to make dinner and he couldn’t do that with his body lurching every few seconds. Hic!

What was that that they always said about hiccups? Something about holding your breath? Nico sucked in a mouthful of air before holding his breath, counting slowly in his mind. Hic! He was pretty good at holding his breath, he used to be a half-decent swimmer a long time ago. Before the gods came into his life and he realized that the mild fear of water that he had was a lot more deadly than that.

Nico had to let out his breath when his head started to hurt and his sauce threatened to boil over. It was quiet in the apartment for a moment and Nico dared to be hopeful that maybe he had gotten rid of- hic! Nico bit back a growl that threatened to work its way out of his throat. The hiccups were already bad enough. He didn’t need to start randomly growling now too.

Nico tried drinking water, two cups of it actually, and again he fell silent for a moment before his body betrayed him with a hic! “This is stupid,” Nico muttered as he pulled his pasta noodles off the stove. He was paying too much attention to himself and not enough to the dinner he was trying to make. If he didn’t ignore those stupid hiccups –hic! -he was going to lose the dinner that he had worked so long to make. It was Will’s favorite, too. What a shame that would be if he ruined their evening because of a stupid case of the- hic!

“Nico?” Well, great. Now Will was home and dinner wasn’t done and Nico was still choking on that bubble of air in his throat. “Babe, I’m home.”

“In the –hic! –kitchen.” Well, shit. So much for keeping the awful noise to himself. Will had always teased Nico about how high pitched his hiccups were. It wasn’t like Nico could just change the tone of his voice permanently though. He was stuck with the high-pitched sounds forever.

“Aw, does a little kitten have the hiccups?” Will appeared at Nico’s back, gently setting his hands on Nico’s hips. It was a dangerous move to pull of that nickname when the fate of Will’s dinner rested in Nico’s hands. Especially when he was using a particularly large knife to cut the carrots. “Have you tried holding your breath? Drinking water?”

Nico rolled his eyes, though he knew Will was only trying to help. “Yes, Will, I’ve tried both of those several –hic! –several times.”

Will hummed thoughtfully for a moment before turning Nico around and pressing his lips firmly against Nico’s without warning. Nico was surprised, to say the least, let out an indignant squawk before melting into Will’s warm embrace. The kiss intensified as Will’s mouth pushed Nico’s lips open and they were sharing breath and Nico’s head started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Will pulled away slowly with a triumphant grin.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Nico caught his breath, “but what was that for?”

Will grinned before pressing a gentle kiss to Nico’s forehead, so unlike the heated one they just shared. “Now your hiccups are gone.”

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message from the leader for artists

how not to comment on someone’s art: “i don’t like/i hate X but this is a really good drawing.” 

if you think this is a good way to compliment someone, I wish for you to reconsider. When I am a receiver of these types of comments, they mean absolutely nothing to me. Yes, you may think the drawing is good, but you just said you hated whatever it is I drew. People who leave this comment make the impression that they are good people because they can look past their hate for something to compliment an artists work, but not really. You are still saying that you hate whatever they’re drawing, and it’s not helpful or nice to people who work very hard on something. That being said, here are some things that will probably make an artist feel happy. 

- “you did a really good job of portraying X”

- “i really like your style!” 

- “you’re a very talented person and i can’t wait to see more of your work”

stuff like that is always good. 

And another thing, don’t leave criticisms that weren’t asked for, especially on the actual post. Does that arm look a little funny? Maybe. But, instead of pointing it out on the post, you might want to consider contacting the artist and asking if they accept advice or critiques on their work. If they say no, then its done. But most artists will likely accept the critique. 

I hope this is helpful.