i read it again like two weeks ago

“Hey. It’s me again.”

HOODIE❃ Kang Daniel Scenario Angst/Fluff

A/N: I feel like this is somewhat hurried, but then again I wrote it out of boredom during a car ride so I don’t expect it to be very good. Inspired by Hey Violet’s Hoodie which somehow just made me think about Daniel the whole day. No trigger warning. Enjoy and thank you for reading.  



“I can’t keep your love,
I can’t keep your kiss, 
Gave you everything and all I got was this”

A damn hoodie. After two years full of laughs, tears and countless of unspoken I love you this was all you got. You weren’t complaining but at the same time you felt like it wasn’t enough. Few weeks ago you managed to convince yourself to delete all the photos you and Daniel took from your phone and also finally had the guts to delete his number; which truthfully wasn’t much of a help when you already knew it by heart.

The only thing you couldn’t persuade yourself to throw out was the piece of clothing made out of thick cotton. The black hoodie you were still wearing to sleep used to be his favorite one. It was simple, time-worn and you still chuckled whenever you remembered how the hole in the left arm was made.

“But Y/N watch me! I can totally ace that skate move down the stairs. I’m really good at this, look!” an overly excited Daniel yelled from the top of the metal staircase. You were sitting on the ground nodding absently and wishing you would be at the movies like he promised. But your lovely boyfriend had another idea about your date as it seemed. He signaled you to watch him and you did only to burst out laughing as he lost his balance in the middle and fell over.

“Wow you’re so good, babe! Damn, I wish I had your skills.” You said sarcastically while helping him get off the pavement as he cursed under his breath when he saw the dusty hole his little trick caused.

You smiled to yourself while remembering. Even now you were wearing that hoodie. It was large enough to make you feel comfortable and soft while Daniel’s faint citrus scent made you want to sink into the quicksand created by your pool of memories which kept coming back. You were torturing yourself, but at the same time it was sweet and you didn’t want to stop no matter how much it hurt. This hoodie was all that was left from what you once called “your home”.

Getting lost into the trail of thoughts you didn’t even hear the doorbell who had been constantly buzzing for the past few minutes. You got up from the maroon leather couch and opened the door lazily. Freezed in your spot you waved you right hand, barely being able to address a “hello”. Daniel was standing in front of your apartment, hands in his pockets and wearing the beautiful smile you were used to seeing every day.

“Hey. I was going to call you, I thought you weren’t home.” He said giving you a shy smile.

“But you have a key. Why don’t you use it?”

“I just… didn’t think it was right to since, you know… I don’t live here anymore. I actually came to ask you if you found my hoodie.”

You felt your heart broke a little with every word he spoke, but instead let out an awkward laugh to which he joined with a chuckle followed by both of you staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance to call you and tell you about it. Do you need it back now?” you finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

Your raised your eyes to look at his expression. Daniel gave you a sweet smile and placed a hand on your shoulder eyeing you up and down. You tugged at the end your sleeve awkwardly. Your body was stiff as he touched you and you could feel a wave of sorrow ghosting over you. Daniel seemed to have noticed it too and ruffled your bangs as he always used to when he saw you being sad. You complained and pushed his hand away.

“Do you need this now?”  You asked for a second time motioning to the piece of clothing you were wearing.

“I did come to take it back…” he paused for a moment “… but it looks better on you.”

He smiled brightly and looked at you fondly before continuing on a sweet tone:

“You can keep it, it always looked better on you anyway.” Daniel said grabbing your right hand into his warm one as you stood in the doorway with blooming pink cheeks.

Imagine #16 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by anon: Hiii! I was wondering if you could write a charles x reader where y/n doesn’t know that he is a mutant and he shows his powers for the first time?? fluff please thank you, have a nice day ❤❤❤ (sorry for the english, this is not my first language)

Originally posted by jmcavoy--fan

Not my gif

Words: 1362

Warnings: fem!reader, typos, cheesy af

A/N: So, this came out as a Valentine’s themed fic, because I’m trash and I couldn’t help myself. I hope it’s not too cheesy to read. (Also, yes, I am aware that I have just posted a fic like 10 minutes ago and before that, I hadn’t in two weeks, but again… I’m trash, what can I do?) Enjoy! xoxo

It was ten to five and you were really nervous. Something – maybe just a gut feeling, maybe the way Charles had been acting lately – told you that this date would definitely end with a bang of some sort. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in almost two weeks, last at his presentation and the party afterwards. He had ringed you up once or twice, but other than that, there had been no contact, which wasn’t like Charles at all. You had always been the more diffident one out of the two of you He was Mr Make-a-move. And him pulling back like this made you feel more self-conscious than you wanted to admit. You had been dating for almost half a year and surely he wouldn’t break up with you on Valentine’s Day, you had told yourself. But the closer it got to 5 pm, the less sure you were about that.

You heard a knock at the door and forced yourself not to run. He hadn’t told you about his plans, but mentioned that you might want to put on something nice. He had also said that you looked beautiful in everything, but that hadn’t stopped you from going all out – well, your interpretation of it. Your dress was dark red and hugged your curves beautifully. And by the look in Charles’ eyes you could tell that you had made the right choice. He looked very handsome himself in his dark suit with the colourful tie.

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fandom: miraculous ladybug

summary: in the wake of a brush with death, it occurs to ladybug and chat noir that they should probably tell each other who they really are. and maybe confess their undying love. not necessarily in that order. one-shot.

genre: romance, fluff, and a pinch of angst

cross-posted: ao3

“I know I joke around a lot, Ladybug,” Chat said softly, and he lifted a hand to her cheek. “But I really care about you. You know that, right? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Although the gesture was awfully intimate, even for Chat, they’d both just come within an inch of their lives from dying slow, painful deaths in front of each other and possibly losing all of Paris in the process. After that, it only felt right. Marinette leaned into the smooth leather of his glove, warmed by his hand. It struck her, not for the first time, that there was a human boy underneath that suit, flesh and bone and blood and heart, just like her. Knowing this, or perhaps more accurately, understanding this, made the realization that he could have died not twenty seconds ago that much more painful.

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Joker Imagine - Stone Cold /PART 2

Part 1 is here *click me*


Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by ahora-soy-yo


Your P.O.V.

*2 weeks later*

Harley Quinn was gone, she just vanished. Since I was so fed up with my feelings I had actually told Batman where Joker and Harley were. Why? I was so angry. I hoped that Batsy could separate those two and my dreams came true. Now Joker was free and Harley was somewhere far away. But I knew she wasn’t in Arkham, so Batsy had to take her far away. I was happy.

But Joker was probably sad. I tried not to care. After all this all helped me to rethink my life choices and make me who I am now. A smile spread on my face as I realized how powerful I had become. The same night Joker broke my heart, something happened in my head. I just lost it. Let’s just say that Gotham has a new villain. I wasn’t just Y/N anymore, no..the city had decided to call me the Dark Angel. I was living a normal life during day so I only showed myself at night. It’s like I never slept, but I took power naps. Dark stood for evil, because it was obvious I wasn’t a hero like Batman. Angel had more to do with my outfit.

I wore a black body with a black tutu skirt with white underneath and a white ribbon around my waist. I had lacy pantyhoses, white boots with ribbons, black angel wings that actually did something else than make my outfit look pretty. Also I wore a golden mask with white details to try my best to hide my identity. I kept some toys like guns and knives under my skirt. Personally I loved my outfit. Since I wasn’t stupid, like many other people in city, I wore simple white gloves so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints. My gun wasn’t trackable since it’s the one Joker once gave to me.

Knowing that it would be hard to catch me made me happy. This fear I caused in Gotham pleased my mind and I knew I was way under the line of ‘normal’. I was fucking crazy and I accepted it. I wanted to show Joker what he was missing. It was the fuel to my motivation, him.It was all thanks to Joker. 

I wonder if he knew that the Dark Angel  was me, the girl he replaced with a nutty doctor who ended up behind bars as quickly as she came. How pathetic. Even tho I tried to act like it didn’t hurt, it was useless. I missed him and I had to admit that I wished we still had a chance. But no, I was so angry at him. He changed my life and thought he could leave just like that? It made my blood boil and my heart ache.

Tonight I was out in the city again, jumping from rooftops to another. It was a little past midnight, making it dark enough for me. People were still awake, but let’s face it, when would this city ever sleep? Never. I stopped jumping when I was on the other side of the way from Joker’s club, on the roof of a building. I walked to the edge and looked down, feeling hatred and misery taking over me. Down by the streets I saw people all dressed up, either walking past the building or waiting in line. Some goons were by the doors,making sure to look all scary and tough.

I moved my eyes to the windows. Most were covered by curtains, but not all of them. All the way on top where there was probably a penthouse I saw lights. A person was moving there, but I only saw his silhouette. The man was holding a gun. It didn’t really surprise me. I bet the entire building was full of armed people. I sighed and then thought I should continue. I sped up and jumped on the building next to me. I landed smoothly without losing my balance. The wings somehow made my balance amazing and I could jump longer. I could use that for my good.

A couple minutes later I was at a bank. It was closed, so I didn’t need to spill as much blood as I would have during day. I picked the door on the roof and then calmly walked down the stairs until I was by the first floor. There were supposedly four guards here. Too bad, they would all die or get injured badly. I grabbed my beloved gun and made sure I had bullets before I stepped out from the shadows. The floor was a light marble floor and it fit well with the beautiful brown walls. The main doors were huge and I spotted a guard there. He was facing me with his back. Excitement pumped through my veins and my heart sped up. I lived for the thrill I got during missions. My plan was to get more power and get my own goons, but that could wait.

I looked around, behind couches and plants before I was sure the other guards weren’t around. Then I walked to the cash register quietly. My plan was to steal the keys and then go to the backroom where they had personal boxes full of very rare and expensive things and papers. The money was like air compared to the personal belongings the rich had here. The guard turned around so I got down on the ground quickly. I waited in silence until I was sure he hadn’t seen me.

I got into action and looked around every once in a while. I managed to open the small box where they kept the keys. I wanted to laugh in victory as I held the grey boring keys in my hands. Easy as stealing candy from a kid. Then I heard footsteps coming closer. I acted like I didn’t hear the guard, but little did he know what I had in mind. ‘’Hey you, hands up!’’ An old man growled at me. I rolled my eyes and slowly turned around. ‘’Drop your gun’’ He added deeply, but I saw the fear all over him. ‘’This?’’ I asked him innocently, ignoring the fact he held me at gunpoint. Before anything could happen, I shot him quickly. my bullet pierced his stomach and then he fell on his back. Blood pooled around his body and then i was free to go.

The other guards ran towards the crime scene, but they couldn’t catch me. As they hurried to their bleeding friend, I was already in the shadows.  I had about two minutes because the police was on the way. So I hurried to the door and I opened it carefully. I literally ran inside and put my bag on a wooden table.The room was huge, but I didn’t have to go through absolutely everything. Although it was dark, I saw well. So I dragged out five metal boxes and put them in my bag. Then I put the bag around my shoulder and ran out with a gun in my hand.

Adrenaline was pushing me to run faster. ‘’She’s there!’’ One of the guards noticed me climbing up the stairs. I turned around seeing all three. ‘’Sorry i couldn’t stay longer..and about your friend’’ I giggled and found this hilarious. Then I aimed at the middle guy and shot him. They tried to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me. Then I shot the one on the left in both of his knees. He shrieked out in pain and made the last guy standing scared. He was trembling, even I saw that from so far away. ‘’Ta ra!’’ I waved at the guy who would be left scarred for life. Then I escaped the scene.

Instead of running the stairs and wasting time, I opened a window and looked down. I’d fall down three floors if I didn’t reach the balcony of the building on my opposite. I wasn’t  scared tho. So I took a deep breath and jumped, spreading my arms along the wings and keeping my legs stiff. Air ran through the feathers, my fingers and my hair. Then I got closer to the balcony and I bent my legs so I could land smoothly. Perfect.

Police sirens came closer and they would take time to go inside the bank. I was already long gone. I climbed up the tall building until I was on the roof. It was a little cold, but it was good. I liked it. So I escaped the scene. I kept jumping from rooftops until I was panting. I knew the police wouldn’t find me. I hid behind a big chimney where I sat down and put my new things on the ground. Five metallic boxes with locks very easy to pick. Just as I got stared, someone walked up to me.

‘’I have to say that you were really impressive’’ A raspy familiar voice purred. My body froze and my breath hitched in my throat. Then, slowly, I looked up into the familiar blue eyes. How the hell did Joker find me? ‘’Oh I’m sorry let me introduce myself, I’m Joker’’ He told me with slight amusement in his voice. Even tho he was smiling evilly now, I noticed something about him. He had slept little and he was stressed out. ‘’I know who you are’’ I spat at him and tried to hide my gun without him noticing. Honestly I wasn’t sure if I wanted to reveal my identity to him.

Joker stroked his silver jacket and cleared his throat. He wanted something. ‘’What’s your name?’’ He asked me bluntly and then kneeled down so he could look at me better. He made me nervous. I still had stupid feelings for this guy. ‘’I’m the Dark Angel. Do you ever read the news?’’ I asked him a little angrily with a weird voice so he couldn’t recognize me so easily. Surprise washed across Joker’s face. ‘’Wow feisty, we don’t have to be so angry around each other or do we?’’ He raised his arms playfully. Then Joker laughed a little. I just rolled my eyes.

‘’I just came to see what the big fuss is about. Maybe we could make a deal?’’ Joker spoke again. It’s like he was another person than two weeks ago. My anger and pain took the best of me. ‘’I thought you never wanted to see me ever again!’’ I muttered at him ,but regretted it immediately. Joker’s expression turned from rather neutral to dark. He leaned closer and touched my face softly. I clenched my jaw and slapped his hand away. ‘’Get lost J’’ I spat, sad that I revealed myself so easily.

‘’Y/N..’’ He said my name like he had never said it before. What a fucking twat. ‘’I knew you were different, but I never thought you’d actually have enough evil in you to become the Dark Angel’’ Joker told me and stood up straight. I collected my treasures and packed them before he could take them away from me. I just stayed quiet because I knew that I could screw up. ‘’What inspired you? What pushed you over the line darling?’’ Joker growled and pushed me against the chimney. I grunted angrily, but didn’t stop him either. His face was so close to mine that it made something as simple as thinking hard.

‘’Fuck you Joker, now leave me alone’’ I hissed at the man I partly wanted to stay. He didn’t like my behaviour at all. Suddenly he put his hand tightly on my jaw and tilted my head so he could look at me more intensely. ‘’Tell me what made you like this baby’’ He whispered darkly and so close to me that I felt his breath on my skin. I could use my arms to grab my gun and shoot him, but I couldn’t. ‘’You did it’’ I admitted quietly and closed my eyes. Even tho I didn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. This pleased his ego so much.

‘’What an honour’’ He giggled and made me look at him again. ‘’Where’s your bitch?’’ I asked him something for once. His smile faded and he sighed deeply, making a shiver run down my spine. ‘’I don’t know’’ Joker told me weirdly. I wanted to make him angry. This was my chance. ‘’Did Batsy take her?’’ I questioned him and now it was my turn to smile. Joker’s irises shrunk and he looked angry, like a cat. ‘’She was too weak, I don’t need weak people in my life’’ He let me know mysteriously. ‘’Too bad’’ I shrugged and then pulled my face away from his touch.

‘’Now will you please let me go? I’m a busy lady’’ I broke the silence that would be longer if I didn’t speak. Joker was in deep thoughts, his face said it all. ‘’You told Batman’’ He growled and looked at me. ‘’Possibly’’ I sighed, but to be honest he started to scare me.’’Okay I did it, I just wanted to see if she was good for you damn it’’ I raised my hands innocently. Joker growled like a dog and then squinted his eyes. Oops.

‘’I think I should go. It was nice seeing you a-’’ I started, but he cut me off. Joker pressed his face on mine, closing the gap between us by pressing his crimson red lips on mine. Shock froze my body. My eyes widened and I felt like I had been struck by lighting. But soon my muscles relaxed and I shut my eyes, kissing him back. It felt so good to have his lips on mine, making me feel like a teen girl again. My heart started beating harder and to be honest I felt dreamy. But also confusion bugged my mind. One second I thought he would throw me down the roof, but then he kissed me?!

Joker pulled back and breathed deeply. We looked into each other’s eyes silently. All traces of anger were gone. I knew I should be angry at him, but he had me wrapped around his finger. ‘’I do need a strong woman by my side if anything’’ He was the one to speak first. ‘’And you’re strong. You told me exactly what I wanted to hear’’ Joker continued mysteriously. I couldn’t help but to smile. ‘’Well I’m glad I did so’’ I shrugged more calmly than earlier. 

‘’To be honest when you let me walk away two weeks ago I thought that you were weak. Did you know that I wanted you to go over the line? Did you know that all this time I just wanted you to go mad, kill people, get blood on your hands and lose that innocence?’’ He growled deeply, but not angrily. Once again I was a little shocked. Did he break my heart just to break my mind? Had he actually wanted to be with me all this time? ‘’You’re perfect’’ He whispered and put his hands on my hips. My mind was running in circles and soon I felt funny.

‘’You’re driving me crazy J’’ I giggled and soon that giggling turned into laughter. J smiled at me darkly. He was proud of his work, he was proud that he had made me like this. Then he started laughing too. Our little laughing session was anything but normal. We were fucking crazy, both of us. ‘’Now what do you say doll, finally leave your boring life and come by my side. We can wake terror all around Gotham together’’He suggested and then waited for my answer.

Well fuck I had nothing to lose. ‘’I hoped you’d ask me sooner’’ I purred and then pushed my face closer to his, ignoring the rule of him being in control. I kissed him rougher this time and he lowered his hands so he was squeezing my bum. What could I say, I guess we were crazy in love. Normal wasn’t our thing. Normal people would call our love wrong. I didn’t care. We’d make those people terrified of us.

‘’What if Harley comes back?’’ I breathed out above his lips. Joker faced me with a dirty look. ‘’Let her, she was just a brick in this wall. She’s nothing to worry about’’ Joker reassured me. 

We were going to be stone cold to everyone else but each other. Funny how a few minutes earlier I felt so miserable, but now I was so happy. He truly had a good grip on me.

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If anyone follows me, here or on fanfiction.net, you will know I am a little behind on updates for all three of my works, and there are a lot, and I need to apologize for that. In all honesty, life is just a b*tch sometimes, can you not agree? 

If you don’t know me, my name is Nereida. My current obsession is writing Richonne Fanfiction and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. (Sorry, babe!) This hiatus is killing me softly, but the perfect remedy would definitely have to be sitting down in the spring sun with a snack and some good tunes and writing stories about a tv love so beautiful I forget they aren’t a real couple. If you’re still with me, I appreciate it! I’ll let you know what’s going on with my fics and what you can look forward to!

1. Smutty Sundays 

Originally posted by gekari


My latest series, Smutty Sundays , is a collection of one-shots and drabbles based on requests and prompts by anyone who asks and wants to be added to the list. That’s right; anyone. I’ve faithfully added updates each Sunday so far, with the exception of the most recent. I’ve sustained an eye injury and it definitely delayed my progress severely, so the update will be posted as a surprise sometime soon when I can see out of both of my eyes lol. I’m sorry. Health does come first. But please feel free to check out the first five entries and catch up on the first two parts of my latest, a Canon Richonne BDSM tale with Dom Rick and Submissive Michonne before part three! “Say Yes to Submission". Don’t knock it til you try it.

(and also feel free to message me any requests you have. richonners have the best ideas!)

Originally posted by glowysweetfab

Originally posted by girl-ninja

2. Kismet- A Richonne Novel

Previously titled Talisman

Michonne is on a mission to a place she’s been longing for since the Turn. Plagued by PTSD, she is angry and wary of strangers. Rick, her newest traveling companion, is immediately intrigued by her and would follow her anywhere. What is she looking for on Cumberland Island? Will she open up to anyone about her mysterious past? AU/ZA in Georgia.

My first fic ever.  And my first ever multichapter.

I threatened a title change long ago, as this fic will be a year old on the Fourth of July. This title had always been my intended, and it is now much more fitting. There has been too much time since the last uodate, and I can sadly admit that it is because I lost a great deal of the progress a few months ago and haven’t had the courage to say anything. However!  Chapter 14 is coming along amazingly and will be updated within the next week, two weeks max (once again, eye injury, the healing is unpredictable.) 

Meanwhile, all thirteen chapters of this Au/Za are waiting for you if you would like to read them! 

Here's Kismet- A Richonne Novel


3. Midsummer Nights

AU, no zombies. After taking a young life on duty, Rick Grimes seeks solace in a bar on a lonely summer night and is seduced by an alluring beauty that he falls for instantly. An unexpected and intense flame is sparked and the two connect deeply in the midst of their many struggles. Perhaps people meet because they need each other… perhaps everything happens for a reason…

This fic started from a one-shot and has blossomed into an exciting multichapter smutty AU tale with more to come, a story of single Sheriff Deputy Rick Grimes and Lawyer Michonne meeting in a bar. She literally dances her way into his life and makes an immediate impression on him and their first night together is not a typical one night stand. They realize they met precisely when they need each other, and things are about to get hot and heavy fast, in more ways than one!

Originally posted by dolphinsmooth9

Read Midsummer Nights here!!

And there you have it, we’re all caught up!!! Once again, I am so sorry for the delays. These fics are very important to me, so don’t worry and updates will be more frequent! Please enjoy, feel free to hit me up about anything, questions or just a chat. Happy reading, writing and reviewing, whichever is your contribution to my favorite fandom. I appreciate all the continued support more than you know. Hope you’re ready for all the scrumptious updates to come.

And a big thank you to @alwayseverythingrichonne for designing my midsummer and kismet covers!  i’m so in love with them!

You With Her

Requested by Anon: “Heello! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and archie are dating but she see archie and veronica nearlh kissing and she brokes up with him and he is trying to win her back with cute little thing? Just the readrr being har to get? Thank you so much♥️”

A/N: Please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes! Also, feedback is always appreciated. xx

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader
Warning: self-doubt, insecurity, angst
Words: 1,208

Sighing I sipped at my cup of beer, which was probably my fourth one, waiting for my boyfriend, Archie, to come back. He just wanted to get himself another drink. I decided to go look for him since he was gone for quite a while now. The first place I looked for him was the kitchen; all the beer being there. As I entered the room I immediately regretted it. The scene in front of my eyes made my heart ache. My eyes filled with tears. Archie’s and Veronica’s faces were only a few inches apart, ready to attack the lips of the other any second. “Nice to know that you two have fun,” I said in a monotone voice, trying to hide the pain I was feeling in that moment.

They turn their heads immediately towards me, distancing their bodies from one another. A shocked impression on both of their faces. Both must have realized what they were about to do. “I-We-I can explain,” Archie stuttered, panic filling his voice. “Save it. We’re over. You two can enjoy yourselves without worrying that I’ll be in the way,” I hissed running out of the house, leaving the loud music, happy teenagers, and the two people who meant the most to me behind. The salty tears were now streaming freely over my reddened cheeks. I felt so betrayed but I also knew that it had to happen one day. It was obvious that Veronica ‘s in every way possible better than me. But it still hurt like hell seeing them so close.

The first school day after the incident was hard, almost impossible to survive. I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me; laughing because they knew he would choose her over me eventually. But that wasn’t even the worst. The worst was seeing the red-haired boy I loved so much in the hallways, in classes, everywhere I looked. He tried to talk to me but I always walked away. Ronnie attempted to talk to me as well but I did the same I did with Archie. Even though I wanted nothing more than to go home, hide under the blanket, and cry my eyes out until I finally would fall asleep, I knew I couldn’t. I had to pretend to be strong, I had to pretend it didn’t bother me at all. Not sure if I wanted them to believe I’m fine or if I wanted to make myself believe it.

Archie began to leave small notes in my locker, trying to get me to forgive him. Several cute little things were written on them.

I’ll never stop regret hurting you.”
You’re the light in my darkest hours. I need my light back.”
Without you there’s no reason for me to even keep trying.”
The day you said yes when I asked you out was the best day of my life.”

A small smile made its way on my lips when I read all the notes I received over and over again. I still couldn’t bring myself to face him or Veronica, even though the party was two weeks ago. Sure I missed them like crazy but the self-doubt was too much. I just couldn’t turn the toxic thoughts off. They kept telling me that she was better for him anyways.

A sound from my phone interrupt my thoughts, signaling me that someone sent me a message. I grabbed the device and unlocked it.

I know you probably still don’t wanna talk to me but please meet me at Sweetwater River in an hour.
-A

After I argued with myself for a while I decided maybe it was the best to go meet him. I stood up from my bed and walked to the mirror to prepare myself both emotionally and physically. Not quite sure how it all will end I made my way to Sweetwater River. While walking up there a lot of thoughts rushed into my mind.

What if he just wants to say that he’s with Veronica now?
What if it’s all just a prank?
I wouldn’t blame him if he chose her over me. I’d do the same if I was him.

To say I was nervous would probably be the biggest understatement ever. When I arrived Archie was already there. He stood with his back turned to me, facing the water. With shaking breath I walked up to him, standing right beside him. “Glad you came,” he said, still looking at the same spot. I inhaled deeply before I opened my mouth to speak. “Seeing you with her so close, so intimate,” I pause for a second. “It broke me, Arch.” He wanted to say something but I cut him off before even a noise could leave his mouth. “Don’t. It’s my turn.”

My chest felt heavy but at the same time it felt so great to get all off of my chest. “You know, I always wondered if you wouldn’t be better off with her. I probably shouldn’t say that because she’s my best friend but it’s true.” I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm as I felt tears welling up. “She’s like the definition of ‘perfection’. She’s smart, and funny, and confident. Plus, she’s incredibly beautiful. She’s all that guys could ever ask for,” I whispered. My eyes were focused on the ground beneath me. “Honestly I don’t understand why we started dating in the first place when you could have her from the beginning. It doesn’t make sense to me, you know?” A tear finally escaped my eyes, next ones following it quickly, wetting my cheeks.

“Stop saying that, Y/N. I know I messed up real bad but that doesn’t mean you can think so little of yourself. I never liked Ronnie, I never will. You’re the only one for me. You’re my definition of ‘perfection’, no one else, not even her,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me so I lifted my head to look at him. “I just don’t get it, Archie,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry that I made you feel this way.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I really hate how much I love you sometimes,” I mumbled in his chest. “I know,” he whispered in my hair, pressing a small kiss on it.

“Do you remember our first date?” he asked after a while. “Of course, I do. It was so embarrassing. I couldn’t even get one sentence out without stuttering. I was so nervous,” laughed lightly at the memory. “I thought it was cute,” he smiled. “Or that one time you stood up for Jughead when Reggie decided to be a dick again,” Archie laughed. “That was the moment I realized I loved you,” he added. “I remember. Reggie’s face was totally worth it,” I laughed loudly.

“I really missed you the past few days.” Archie’s voice got serious. “Yeah, me, too. Like crazy,” I agreed. He pressed another soft kiss on my hair. “I’m glad we sorted this out. I really can’t lose you.” I nodded my head in agreement, and tightened my grip around him. As cheesy as it sounds I never wanted to let go of him ever again.

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In honor of my 200th story on my ff page, I give you this story full of very happy feelings.

Stockholm Syndrome

A/n: I was going to not upload this tonight, however, i have received several requests to do so.

This imagine is disturbing. If the topic of crime or murder makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this, skip this entirely. 

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Jury.

I am no author, nor a man of any knowledge or experience in writing. But, I, Harold Edward Styles, am here to write my defense for my trial. The trial of a robbery I freely admit to committing.

People of the Jury, before I begin to explain myself in the most confidential of ways, I want to make clear that I am not trying to plea myself innocent. The robbery was a crime I can admit I had participated in. I am in no position to lie about my own decisions. However, I feel I am no criminal. You see, there are many people like me. There are too many people like me. People who drown in the toxic they feed themselves; burn in the ashes they’ve inhaled. It seems as though throughout the time I have been held captive in my own self-destructive mind that there was no release. We can test ourselves; create many scenarios on ourselves to feel some sort of unnoticed security. What we don’t realize is that it actually makes the matter of the cause worse, if it wasn’t the worst to begin with.

To me, what had happened had to be the worse, and if it wasn’t, then I don’t want to ever run into a nightmare more horrific than this.

Ladies and gentlemen, for us humans to get to this point, it takes more than an unsatisfactory comment, or an act of betrayal. It’s not the pain of our own unjust actions. We can believe that every human has to answer to a higher calling, and that it’s the only way we can we rid ourselves of the pain we are in. For me, it’s not that at all. It’s the pain from losing someone.

Think of the term “mass murder.” The act of murdering a significant amount of people, humans, simultaneously or over a short duration of time. This is what happened to me. Well, not to me, but to my family.

My brother, Alfie, and I are the only survivors of the heinous crime. We were the only two left alive, untouched, unharmed—unharmed in the physical term, that is. We were harmed, emotionally, left scarred, exposed, alone. Left to fend for ourselves, and in my case, left to care for my little brother, when I was barely capable to care for myself.

The murder was committed on December 17 of 1993.

It was during a numbingly cold night. The power had gone out after a series of winds and blizzards that had taken over the town. I was out at a local bar, Cheers, it was called, downing countless shots of whiskey, smoking our cigarettes, in honor of a guys night out. I was out with my childhood mates, enjoying the time with them after coming back for the holidays. It wasn’t too festive, we weren’t planning it that way. It was casual, just six men going for a drink. Innocently.

The wind was blowing quite harshly that night, I remember. We were planning on leaving, but we figured it would be best to wait until the storm had passed. Besides, it had only been a solid hour, and catching up wasn’t anywhere near done.

It wasn’t until around 2 a.m and when the winds had settled down and the snowing had calmed when we decided it was time to head back home. I remember once I was on the road back to my house that I had called my girlfriend at the time, as you know to be Y/n Y/l/n. She was visiting the states for the funeral of her aunt, who had committed suicide due to the divorce of her and her husband. She was explaining her trip so far, and how her family has been holding up with the recent death. She claimed she needed to stay longer in the states because her mum wasn’t holding up the way she had expected. Apparently she had become her own personal wreck, and that she had been turning to bottles of gin to help “cleanse the depression”, as Y/n had said. After hanging up with her, I remember being only a couple blocks away from home. I had expected my family to be sleeping by the time I had gotten back. It was late and by the looks of the town, the power had still not come back on.

Everything after that was a blur, and the only thing in my memory that has remained clear was arriving home, tired from the whiskey, and seeing blood drench the walls of my home. It was everywhere. A handprint on the door, that seemed to have left no fingerprints. Drops of my family’s insides dripping from the walls. It was everywhere I turned. It was surrounding me, taunting me. It was as if it was perfectly designed to kill a part of me along with my family, whose bodies were lying dead, limp on top of one another, on the floor in my living room.

Somewhere, between my haziness and my disturbance I ended up trying to revive them. As if somehow my shaking hands and desperate cries and begs were so powerful as to wake the dead. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I was only 18 and it was the only thing that felt right.

I remember the sound of crying, and I wasn’t clear whether it was mine at first, but after a couple of moments, it turned to screams. I wasn’t screaming. I was too distraught to scream, and my throat was sore from the crying. Tracking down the mysterious screams and cries, I found my little brother, Alfie, hiding in one of the kitchen cabinets. He was in fetal position when I found him. He was sobbing, screaming, trembling. I held him. I held him to keep him together—to keep us together, and I refused to let him go until police and investigators had showed up. Alfie and I were no longer permitted to stay inside at that point, which I am sure he didn’t mind. I surely didn’t, anyway.

An investigator by the name of Detective Declan had asked us a series of questions. Where were you at the time of the murder? Alfie, did you see who did this? Has anybody in the family had any problems with another individual? Do you have any idea how this could have happened?

I do not remember my answers to these questions, however, there are three absolutes I have no qualms about. I was absolute in my response to where I had been. Out with some mates, out having a good time, while my family was being mutilated. I am absolutely positive Alfie was the last to have seen our family and saw what transpired. And, I am absolutely positive that my family had not had any problems with another individual, as far as I was concerned, we were naturally an exclusive family.

To this day, nearly one year later, and maybe even two, depending on the time you are reading this, I still manage to have flashbacks of this. It was only a couple of weeks, or months, ago when events started to unfold again in my memory. They were little moments, moments my body and brain were able to handle; giving little glimpses of events like a film that has lost its frames. Tiny segments that exposed themselves to me, yet left the most important details hidden. I do, however, distinctly remember that after the murder I had to move in with Y/n in a small town of Holmes Chapel, since she had come straight back to England after she had received the news about my family. It wasn’t until after Alfie and I had moved in with her that I discovered more things about her than I ever have before. I was able to capture her intriguing beauty, capture the delicacy she was. She was beautiful, I remember observing, so pure and delicate. Her movements matched her voice, which matched her personality—soft, gentle, innocent, just like her favorite song. The one she sang every morning. She always sat in the same position, hiding behind a cigarette, doing the same thing between 7 and 8 a.m. Her bare feet were always propped up on our wooden table. Her right ankle always on top of the left, bouncing it up and down as she sang I Know It’s Over by The Smiths. This was the time she was most herself, I suppose. She was always willing to talk then, always willing to open up her most secretive and private thoughts. Throughout the duration of these most treasured moments, I almost forgot who she truly was.

Luckily, for me, I was the one that was able to admire her during her time of sanity.

It was a little while after I moved in when we began to struggle with money. With neither of us working (which now that I look back on, was a very stupid and unwise decision, especially if we were taking care of Alfie), and neither of us managing our budgets, we were threatened with the loss our home. Y/n was finally able to secure a minimum wage job, and we both agreed that taking care of Alfie would be my responsibility. Alfie, and I, became solely dependent on Y/n.

This, in my mind, was the most perfect opportunity to do what needed to be done.

This, here, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, was when I came up with the crime that has placed me in this position. I planned on robbing a bank, but not for the reason you may believe.

I remember my plans for that day exactly—the day of the robbery. Frame by frame, I remember what happened, and also know it wasn’t what I envisioned. For me to tell you is not hard. I am not under oath. Figuratively, yes, I am. I am under the oath to not lie to or deceive God. Personally, I am not. I do not believe in God. No God would create the things I have seen. And since I am not in any way in oath to anybody or anything other than myself, lying would be more stupid than what I have done.

Y/n, my darling Y/n, she was standing still, as if observing her surroundings. Her thumb pressed down the knuckles of her fingers, something she had always done when she was nervous. The air blew gusts of white winds against us, the ends of her untamed blonde hair flying behind her. I wish I could have seen her entire face, not just her cold blue eyes. I wanted to see the indescribable beauty that had only been seen in magazines, the beauty that most people have never been fortunate to experience. I wanted to study her. I wanted to remember her face before the tragedy that was to come before us. But who she was then wasn’t what she used to be. The further down her face, just under the dark circles of her eyes, a balaclava was covering the rest of her. Hiding her face, hiding the person she had become.

I remember our gun not working at first. She kept hitting the weapon with an open palm. Her eyebrows were creased inwards, looking as if something had gone wrong. What more could have gone wrong?

With the gun finally loaded, we were more than positive it was time to head into the bank. My adrenaline seemed to have increased. My body was shaking, my hands sweating, my breath shallow and broken. But on top of all the nervousness and tenseness, I remember kissing her between our fabric-covered faces, for this would be the last time I would do so.

It was when we entered the bank that the plan had come into action. We both had our guns in the air, screaming at the bankers for all of the held money that was hidden in the building. They screamed against their will, claiming that the money will not be given to us. Y/n and I suspected that the responses to our demands would be nothing but objections. In this case, we were able to threaten the manager with his life if the combination of the vault was not given to us. He was quick to oblige, I remember. He didn’t object to any of our instructions, and had given us the combination that led to the 2 million euros that we would soon steal.

Y/n then fired gun. The shot was at nobody in particular, just an action to manipulate the victims. “Put these on! Everybody put these on!” Y/n screamed, throwing each person in our view a single orange jump suit that we had brought with us. They were scared and intimidated enough to follow our instructions, and soon enough, everybody held hostage in the building was now wearing an orange jump suit, including Y/n and I.

The room turned from crazy to chaotic. People were crying, nobody knew who the robbers were. We had all looked the same. All in orange jump suits, no person with a gun in hand anymore, no faces covered.

Once we reached the vault, entered the combination, and were no in clear view of the cash, she was quick to collect all of the remaining money. Her hands moved fast as she placed the stacks of money in her purse very carefully.

The money was then in our possession.

When we were about to leave, Y/n grabbed my wrist gently. She looked at me with those cold blue eyes, boring into me that I nearly forgot what our task was, however, she pulled me back.

“Take this bag, Harold. And put on your mask, trust me on this. Climb out the window when you reach the hall, alright? Run the second you exit this building. Okay?”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine when she instructed me, and I ended up doing what she asked. I took her purse gently from her shoulder, reaching in for the mask I had worn previously that was now under all the money. I slipped it over my head, only my eyes uncovered from this moment on.

She reached my hand, I remember, kissing the knuckles of my fingers. She smiled, almost evilly, but I remembered thinking it was because we were about to get away with robbery. However, I could have never been more wrong.

When I climbed out of the window in the hallway, police were surrounding me, guns pointing at me from every direction my eyes could see. My breathing slowed, I was almost suffocating. I dropped the bag from my hands, placing my arms above my head with reluctance. She had planned this, this whole time, she knew this was going to happen. The second I planted my feet on those grounds, I was a goner, a destined felon.

I was thrown against the building, being hit and spit on, handcuffed, my words then being used against us in the court of law.

I looked up at her, through the window. She was smiling, smoking her pack of cigarettes, as if this was a dream come true for her. She blew me a kiss, flicking the ashes from her cigarette down upon her feet.

Now, Jury, I know what you’re asking, or what you’ve been asking. What does the murder of my family have to do with my trial for robbing a bank? How had the murder of my family lead me to commit this crime?

Luckily for you, I happen to have an answer.

Y/n, the founder of my soul, the fire to my heart, my wonderful, beautiful, psychotic girlfriend, had kidnapped me.

Jury! My Y/n, my soul, my heart, my desire and life had completely held me captive in her beauty. What she did, it wasn’t done with originality, nor was it in the process of being acted upon with a well functioning brain. What she had done wasn’t normal. It wasn’t expected. It was a new stage of crime. She didn’t take me away in physical darkness. Mental darkness, maybe, but not physical. She didn’t take me away when I was alone in the middle of an abandoned alley with vulnerability taking over me. No. She was more careful than that, she was much smarter than that. It was a slow process, not something that could have been planned overnight.

I know she had committed the murder of my family. I know she had.

A couple of weeks before the murder, I had began to drink more frequently. I was too succumbed in my addictions of drugs and alcohol to have any intentions of communicating with her. She became my first priority to my last within a matter of days. I had only used her for my own bodily desires, and within those couple of months I was becoming too disconnected. I had even slept with numerous other women, too intoxicated to even notice the wrong.

This was also during the time my parents have been persuading me to dump my beautiful Y/n. They claimed she was psychotic, dragging my own sanity down with hers. They claim she will ruin the family, to leave her in the dust so that I can become the healthy, smart man I was supposed to become. However, picturing a day without her beautiful face was nonexistent. She has hypnotized me completely, and there was no getting rid of her.

It wasn’t until after the murder and after depression had completely taken over me that I had noticed my lovely Y/n to be more attached to me. She rarely let me leave the house, and if I did, it had to be with her guidance. She disconnected my phone, claiming that the murderer of my family could later chase after me. She sold my car, explaining that we had needed the money in order for us to look after Alfie with our greatest intentions. At first, in my entirely naive mind, I thought she was nervous that over a period of time, she will lose me like I had lost them. Like, maybe, she was holding onto me because she was worried for me. But it was after nearly four months of her loving me too much that I had realized that she was holding on to me so dearly because I was able to hold her like she had held me.

What had really made me figure out that she was the one that had executed my family was when the topic of her trip to the states was mentioned. Whenever Alfie and I had any curiosity about her stay, she always gave short answers. Quick responses with an immediate change of the subject. Y/n, I must say, was always a private person; very secure of herself. So at first, this did not concern me. What did concern me, however, was her lack of evidence that she had even left her home in Holmes Chapel. She was always the type of girl to buy a new book from every different place she had explored. From French fiction, La Recherche du Temps Perdu, to Russian classics, Lolita, to Slovenia novelas, Trik Je v Tem da Brathing. She was always the woman to get a book as a souvenir wherever she had gone.

On top of this, photographs on her polaroid were not taken, which was extremely rare of her. She was always on it, snapping pointless pictures of buildings, people, outfits she had wanted to wear, and even strange people she had found interesting. She was always one to capture the beauty of things, which was one of the primary reasons as to why I had fallen in love with her.

I had figured out through the process of her actions that she had murdered my family to be closer to me. It was clear that she was the only woman I was allowed to be with. Maybe the only person I was allowed to be with. I was held hostage with whom I was grown to believe was my safety and love. But in reality, I was held hostage to a murderer, a monster, a brute.

How did I not know this? Why did I just figure this out? She was in front of me the whole time and I was too blinded by her beauty and by the thought of her that I could not see. I couldn’t see, ladies and gentlemen! Was I just as mental as the women I had slept with every night or was I my own self-destructive maniac?

It was because of her course of action that I had decided to rob the bank. Not just because I wanted to fix our financial issues and keep our home, no. I wanted to get her arrested for her twisted, sickening, disgusting mind. Since the case of the murder of my family had been dropped due to lack of evidence, I needed her to be imprisoned. Whether it was for closure or for the injustice she has created, I wanted her arrested.

I hadn’t planned on getting caught, actually, but caught I was. I had planned on leaving back to the front of the building by the time Y/n was collecting the money from the vault. I planned to act like a victim under Y/n, the criminal.

However, I am guessing she had figured out my plan before the robbery, possibly by my lack of privacy, writing out every bit of my plan in my journal. So she had reversed the roles by using her twisted mind, manipulating me by her infatuating beauty. She knows what she does, and does it without a trace of guilt. It’s her specialty, her weapon.

Although I question how Alfie is doing when I’m alone in my cellar, I do know he is safe. I made sure that he’s safe. Before my plan, I sent him to stay with our aunt for a few days. This would distract him from what we were going to do. Y/n didn’t know of this, especially since I refused to have Alfie be near her without my presence.

For this, I am able to keep my sanity.

It’s hard for me to confess that I am still in love with my dearest. Her beauty and poise had captivated me in her insanity. I am still under her control, I feel like. I feel like I will always be.

Ladies and gentlemen, I do not care for your verdict. I just want my Y/n in jail for the rest of her life. I want her trapped the way she had trapped me. I want her to grow more insane than she already was. I want her to be tortured.

I hope this letter has helped my trial. I hope this was of benefit to you. I apologize for the troubles of my crime, and I apologize for my actions. I hope my reasoning is understandable. And I hope that there is a lessoned learned throughout my reasoning. I want you to remember, Jury, that you can feel love for anybody in this damned world, but always remember this lesson of which I had learned in the duration of my time being with my Y/n. The surface of a person’s soul could be the most beautiful thing you encounter, and it will make you believe you have everything you have ever dreamt of. But our minds betray us, and our eyes begin to disguise the dirt on purpose, just to satisfy ourselves.

Always be on guard. Always protect yourself. And always, always be prepared for the worst.

Sincerely,

Harry Edward Styles.

“Sometimes when times are desperate and war is approaching, even the carefree sky pirate must don his armor…”

(Been trying to work on an armor suit for Propeller for months. I think I got something I like. Come back to me in two weeks where I’ll be all “no, this one piece of plating looks off, I’ve got to redesign it all over again!”)

anonymous asked:

so I always knew my dean from high school had a crush on me so its been two years since I graduated and he just added me on fb like a week ago hes gotten even hotter! he told me he wanted to see me to have some dinner and when he picked me up we never made it to the restaurant we just ended up having crazy ass sex in my apartment with my roommate in the next room; I'm seeing him again tonight 😉

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell/I Love You More

Okay, so - I don’t really know what to make of this episode. We know Davy Perez is all about brotherhood and family dynamics, and it looks like he forced quite a few things to be able to tell the story he wanted to tell. Which was, overall, good. I mean, I’m less than thrilled that he had to rewrite so many plot points and queercode every single villain to get there, but it was an interesting episode. What it also was - all about Sam and Dean, and whatever the hell is happening now between them, so it turns out the title had less to do with Crowley and Cas than I’d assumed (which is worrying, becase ‘between Heaven and Hell’ - that’s literally where Sam and Dean were in season 4, and boy, those were fun times).

Just to get it out of the way, a short list of OOC things:

  • Dean is absolutely not the kind of person who’d wear the same underwear for four days and walk around - or, Jesus Christ, sit down in his stupidly beloved car - covered in entrails if he had any other choice. Which he clearly had, because Sam looked freshly showered, so.
  • Ghouls, wraiths and sirens don’t live together, so either Dean went without a shower for two weeks, or, what? They found an underground poker den full of magical creatures? That was weird.
  • Also, sirens do interesting things to their victims - show, you lose several points for using one on an offscreen case.
  • I thought Sam was done assuming Dean is an idiot? Apparently not, though. And is Dean playing along, or just badly written? Still on the fence on that one.
  • Crowley is so fickle. Or, at least, written that way. He can’t be angry and bad-tempered one second, and flirting with Dean the next. That’s not how it works - or, it shouldn’t be.
  • And - he’s got a soul, now? Is this canon? Because if it is, it’s Big News. Of course, it’s possible Lucifer was just grandstanding and dicking around, but if so, one line of dialogue would have made that clear (“I’ll eat your soul. Not that you have one - figure of speech.”), and instead - what?
  • Cas is in some town where they kill angels (and, remember, we’ve got two Princes of Hell on the loose, one of them, we know, is taking an active interest in Kelly) and Dean’s like, Okay, sounds like fun, bye? I’m just - okay, then.
  • Master of secrecy Sam Winchester waited weeks to make his case to Dean about the BMoL, and then just chose to blurt it all out at the worst possible moment because Mick was calling him? Uh.

See, I know I say this every other week, but you can’t just pick and mix. If you write for a show with twelve season of canon behind it, you need to be more careful about balancing that canon with what you need to happen in a specific episode. 

Then again, apparently the target audience here is this mythological ‘casual viewer’ who wouldn’t notice any of those things, so, whatever.

I’m not bitter.

Moose and Not Moose

I was slightly uneasy about their relationship before, and now I’m downright worried. Because Sam and Dean were clearly paralleled with Gwen and Marcus, and what the hell was up with that? 

I mean - Gwen is this brilliant young thing going off to university, while Marcus, sweet and goofy, stays behind. He’s happy for her to go because it’s a great opportunity, but, of course, will miss her like crazy and hopes they can keep having the same kind of relationship even when Gwen’s away. Meanwhile, Gwen knows she’ll dump him the second she gets to college and move on to bigger and better things.

(Seriously - how much more obvious can they get?)

Also, Gwen has to stay and watch while Marcus is torn apart by Hellhounds.

(Okay, I take that back.)

Now, this is neither nefarious nor unusual. Sam and Dean get mirrored with random characters every week - that’s how shows work. And it doesn’t even mean anything subtextually, because, come on, they’re brothers, okay, so it’s a different kind of love, and of course they would know about each other’s underwear - they’ve basically been sharing a room for thirty years. It’s not weird.

What is weird, on the other hand, is what Gwen said: I liked Marcus. He was sweet and kind. And he loved me. More than I ever loved him. 

What are we supposed to take away from this?

I don’t think this is to be read at face value, ie that Dean loves Sam more than Sam loves Dean. I think that what we see here is the same thing we keep seeing about their relationship - what we’ve seen for years and years: that there’s an unbalance there, because they do not behave like brothers, but like parent and child - which is what they are. Dean raised Sam, after all. I mentioned two weeks ago this little detail of Sam being completely unprepared to take off Dean’s clothes and look for symptoms of a lethal curse, and here it is again: the parent/child coding. Sam can be fine without Dean, because that’s what children do. They wander off on their own, generally don’t call, and never, ever realize how much their parents are hurt by this, and how much they worry about them, their wellbeing and their happiness. And it’s no use complaining, because, after all, they’re supposed to make you miserable, as Bobby angrily reminded Dean, right before comparing the relationship John had with Sam with the choices Dean was making. Because, again, subtext, or whatever. In any case - things may be slightly different now, because Sam’s weird and dented (although, we’re still not focusing on that, and aaaaargh), but before - when they were Gwen and Marcus’ age - yeah, that’s exactly what happened. Sam went away to his renowned university, and he was fine and happy and had a whale of a time, and meanwhile Dean was - we don’t know. Hunting on his own, experimenting with drugs, left behind by his father, getting his heart broken by Cassie after a two-weeks relationship he took too damn seriously because he had nothing else.

Getting torn apart by a Hellhound is certainly a quicker way to die, though the jury’s still out on the levels of pain.

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anonymous asked:

So glad to read another one of your great stories. I hope you might consider writing one for me please using this prompt. Everyone in the pack made fun of how sad and desperate Stiles seemed every time Derek was away for more then a few days even Derek joined in the slightly hurtful teasing. So Stiles decide to teach them all a lesson by going to stay with his aunt for two weeks. After a week Derek and the pack turned up at his aunts and nobody made fun of him again. Thank you

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 2577
Angst, Pining Stiles, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Nobody Leaves, Future Fic, Happy Ending, POV Stiles, Minor Allison/Scott, Minor Hayden/Liam

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(This came out a little different than the prompt, but I hope you like it!)

Stiles always thought that confessing his feelings to Derek would change everything, it’s why he’s put it off for so long. Two days ago, it had slipped out. It wasn’t how he’d imagined it would go down, there were far fewer roses, and far more monster guts lying around. But nothing’s changed with Derek, he continues to treat Stiles the same as before, with serene amusement. It’s nice that Derek hasn’t changed his behaviour towards him, because it means Stiles doesn’t have to change anything either. Not that it doesn’t suck that Derek doesn’t return his feelings, but at least he hasn’t lost a friend.

It’s the pack that treats him differently. They’ve started teasing Stiles, analysing his every move and word, narrating what they see as his courtship of Derek. It’s a little hurtful, especially since they make it sound like he doesn’t stand a chance.

Thankfully, he has Scott and Derek in his corner. Whenever the teasing gets too much, all he has to do is throw one of them a look and they’ll put a stop to it.

Tonight is the first pack night after his confession. He’d considered not going, dawdling at the station for so long that he’s the last to arrive. After changing out of his uniform, he walks into Scott and Allison’s living room to find that the only spot left is next to Derek. He rolls his eyes. They’re really not subtle. Isaac wolf-whistles when Stiles sits down, and Stiles flips him off.

For ten minutes, Stiles thinks that’ll be the extend of it, one wolf whistle.

‘Classic,’ Isaac says, nodding at where Stiles set the bowl of popcorn between him and Derek. ‘Hands innocently brushing against each other. By “accident”, of course.’

Stiles shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

‘You think he’s gonna do the yawn and stretch next?’ Hayden suggests.

‘What’s the yawn and stretch?’ Liam asks.

From the corner of his eye, Stiles sees Hayden and Allison yawn and stretch at the same time. Hayden throwing her arm over Liam’s shoulder and Allison throwing hers over Kira’s. He rolls his eyes and changes the popcorn for M&Ms, holding them up for Derek before grabbing a handful himself.

‘I think he’s just gonna seduce him with food,’ Kira thinks out loud.

Stiles clenches his jaw. The comments are already getting to him. He bites his lip so he doesn’t say anything back, he’s learned from experience that only makes things worse. Pushing himself a little further into the couch cushions, he directs all his focus to the movie. Even though he has no idea what movie this actually is.

‘I don’t think the snack food is working,’ Allison says.

‘Will you all shut up?’ Lydia grumbles. ‘I’m trying to watch a movie, not Stiles’ tragic love life crash and burn.’

‘Hey, guys. Knock it off,’ Scott says sternly.

Lydia’s annoyance and Scott’s reprimand seem to work. Everyone falls silent, and Stiles relaxes. The reprieve doesn’t last long.

‘Hey, Derek, would Stiles have more luck if he got you a pie or something?’ Isaac asks.

‘I prefer cake,’ Derek says casually.

It’s like a punch in the gut. Stiles can’t breathe. His ears are ringing. His vision blurs for a moment. He needs to get out. Somewhere he registers that the others know they’ve gone too far. It’s so quiet you can hear a flower petal drop.

‘I don’t have to take this,’ he says as he stands up.

‘Stiles.’ Derek grabs for his arm, but Stiles recoils, pulling his arm free. He all but runs out of the house, only remembering to take his jacket because his car keys are in it.

The key is in the lock when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He whirls around, fists clenched, expecting it to be Derek. It’s Scott.

‘I’m sorry. I should’ve said something sooner,’ Scott says. He’s the only one who knows how much Stiles actually likes Derek, the only one who knew before Stiles blurted it out in front of the entire pack.

Stiles just nods. He doesn’t actually blame Scott, but Scott’s the only one here, apologizing.

‘Here.’ Scott pushes the bag with Stiles’ uniform, and gun, in his hands. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ll let you know,’ Stiles says. He gestures at the house. The others are probably listening. If they know where he’s going, they’ll show up either tomorrow or in a few days, and Stiles really doesn’t want that right now.

‘Okay,’ Scott says and squeezes Stiles arm.

On his way home, Stiles calls his dad to ask for some time off. Things are pretty quiet at the moment, both in the supernatural and the normal world, and Stiles doesn’t have to do much persuading.

He doesn’t need much for where he’s going, and is out of his apartment and back in his car with a packed bag in ten minutes.

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Our Wedding - X-Men First Class

Characters: Charles Xavier x Reader, little bit of Hank McCoy
Warnings: None
Synopsis: After lots of planning it’s finally the day of your wedding


You pushed the doors open and began the walk that would change your life. Your wedding dress was gorgeous, the décor was amazing, your family were all dressed up and looked fantastic. And you were unafraid as you walked forward, you were walking towards the love of your life.

Charles’ eyes widened when he saw you, his mouth fell open. His affinity for gentlemanliness quickly closed it and as he took steps towards you, he opened his mouth.

“Why aren’t you at your wedding?”

You stood in the Mansion, far away from the venue, and the amazing décor and your family. You stood in the halls of the Mansion staring at Charles, hoping you would get the words out before he had a chance to read your mind.

“I don’t love him Charles”

“What do you mean you don’t love him? You left two weeks ago, happy as a picture”

You were conflicted two weeks ago, you truly loved Charles, and at the time you thought you loved your fiancée too, a mistake. A mistake you hadn’t realised until this morning.

“I love you, Charles”

Charles’ mouth once again fell open, there was a few seconds before he closed it this time.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, we need to get you back to the wedding before your family finds out you’re missing”

“I do know what I’m saying Charles, you can read my mind, it’s as clear as a picture. I didn’t know before, but I know exactly what I want now”

You walked closer to him, taking his hands and putting them on your temples.

“Go on, read my mind. I promise I’m not uncertain about this”

Charles closed his eyes for a minute or two, face scrunched in concentration, you admired him. He was gorgeous.

“I can’t find the right thoughts if you’re drooling over my face while I try to read your mind”

You smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry”

You thought about waking up, about knowing it was your wedding day, looking at your fiancee’s name on the invitation and being filled with sorrow. Having your hair done with your sisters, not feeling right, leaving them to put on your dress, your beautiful, expensive dress. Looking in the mirror and feeling wrong. Seeing Charles’ face in the mirror, a picture of you two together, being filled with joy upon looking at it, looking at yourself in the mirror, this time knowing exactly what was wrong. Taking your purse and hailing a taxi, thinking about nothing except being in Charles’ arms when you got to the mansion. Feeling like you were finally doing the right thing.

“I think I’ve read enough”

You look at Charles with worry, you’d probably scared him off with all your thoughts.

“I’m not scared off, just a bit overwhelmed, two weeks ago I thought I’d never see you again and I tried to fully come to terms with it. And now, here you are, on the day of your wedding, telling me that you can’t do it because you love me”

“I’m sorry, I can leave if you want. But the wedding will still be off”

Charles looked at you and smiled.

“Well it would be an awful waste of that dress”

“What would?”

“To have you not be married today”

“I’m not going to marry him”

“Not him, me”

You looked at Charles in surprise, you’d expected a welcome but not a marriage.

“Of course, I don’t have an engagement ring, you’ll have to forgive me for that”

You laughed, a big grin on your face.

“Hank! Fetch me Erik, I need his powers momentarily”

“What do you need Erik’s powers for?”

Charles grinned at you, looking at Hank he replied.

“I need two rings”

Hank frowned in confusion upon seeing you in the foyer, wearing a wedding dress.

“What do you need two rings for?”

Charles looked back at you, staring into your eyes.

“Our wedding”

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how amazing Akagami no Shirayukihime is?

The characters and relationships are just absolutely wonderful. I say this as someone who has gone through a shitty relationship before, but is now happily engaged. Sometimes I feel like we grow up with false pretenses on how a relationship should be (whether it be relationships with friends, family, or lovers), but AnS illustrates the qualities of good, healthy relationships exceptionally well. I could go on for hours, but I’ll just highlight a few things.

WARNING: Possible spoilers for those who haven’t read the manga.

Zen x Shirayuki: There are many pairings that I love across multiple series, but Zenyuki is my definite OTP. Their love and relationship is beautiful. Zen respects Shirayuki and encourages her to do what she wants, to reach further, to become better, even it means she has to be away from him to do so and accomplish her dream. Shirayuki understands Zen and his position as the second prince. She knows she could have a way easier time dating and loving someone else, but she loves him for everything he is. Every struggle she undergoes is worth it if it means she can stand next to him in the future. And they communicate. Communication is key in a relationship and avoids unnecessary problems. When they can’t talk to one another, they have their trust in one another to keep from jumping to conclusions. Zen openly admits he gets jealous, but he never questions her loyalty. Similarly, when Zen had his date with Kiki, Shirayuki didn’t dissolve into a jealous, frenzied mess, knowing that Zen will come talk to her about it later. Their relationship is so well-rounded, and they’re still growing as individuals and as a couple. This is the kind of fairy tale we should’ve grown up with as kids.

Zen [x Shirayuki] x Obi: I love, love, love that Akizuki-sensei had that scene on the boat between Zen and Obi. It just spoke volumes about their character and love for Shirayuki. In any other series, a huge battle could’ve ensued, but it didn’t. Zen knows Obi loves Shirayuki, but he has enough trust in their loyalty to him for nothing scandalous to occur between them. That, and (as my fiance pointed out) he knows that there is no one who can protect Shirayuki better than someone who loves her just as much as he does. Because Obi loves her, he will do everything he can to keep her safe and happy (her happiness is very important). And Obi, wonderful Obi, loves his mistress and master dearly. Zen gave him a place to call home and a permanent job. Zen also allows him to follow Shirayuki, well aware that with her is where he wants to be, even though Zen wishes he could be the one to protect her personally. But Obi cares for them (whether it’s platonic or romantic) so much that he wishes for their happiness together, even if that means he doesn’t get the girl. That’s love. Not some selfish, jealous rage that obliterates everything in its path. Oh, and neither ever treat Shirayuki like she’s an object. They don’t talk about her as if she’s some prize to won, and they respect her space. At any point in time, she can send Obi away. They never force their presence on her.

Zen x Izana: THIS SIBLING RELATIONSHIP - I ADORE IT. Zen idolizes his older brother, even though Izana tends to give him a hard time about things (especially Shirayuki at the beginning), but he knows Izana is just looking out for him. But Izana doesn’t think he’s better than Zen; he knows Zen has traits, good traits, that he doesn’t have but is just as beneficial to have as a prince. They compliment one another. Izana tests Zen and pushes him to be a better person so that he can be a better prince for his country. Zen, who loves to explore, exemplifies the point-of-view of his people. They have a fantastic (and cute) dynamic.

I’m just brushing the tip of the iceberg. All the characters of AnS are lovable and their interactions with one another are just as iconic. I probably first read this series over a year ago and just recently reread it to catch up (I didn’t even know they made it into an anime until two weeks ago), but I could re-read/watch the series again and again. The lessons they teach in this series - it’s gold. I would recommend everyone who hasn’t to watch/read this series.

anonymous asked:

Hey so I read a cute lil fluff fic a week ago and I thought I saved it but I didn't and I cannie find it again :( It was a two part series? I think?? And the description was something along the lines of 'Steve doesn't know Bucky, but ends up saving him anyway.' Included Bucky following Steve around like a lost kitten and cuddles. And it also had a podfic Thankks :)))

i think maaaaybe

Situation: Normal by redcigar

AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment.

I'm not her(part 4)//(N.M)

Recap: “I forgot to tell you that you are 8 weeks along” he says as he walks back out. 8 weeks. That night when I suspected Nate was planning a very special birthday bash for me. Instead we got caught up tangled in the sheets. A night full of lust, passion, and love. Then 3 weeks later I learn Nate’s talking to Ana again and he forgot my birthday.

I involuntarily run my hand over my non visible bump. I can do this. My peanut and I against the world. And without someone to love them back besides
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*1 week and two days later*

*Nate’s POV*

I woke up feeling like shit. The light illuminating my room hurts my eyes, but I’m to lazy to get up and close the blinds. I reach for my phone hoping to see any sign that Y/N has texted me back. The only messages I have been receiving are from Ana.

To: Nate
From: Ana
Hey wondering you want to meet up later today?

To: Nate
From: Ana
Nate why aren’t you answering me? Is it because your rebound girl found out about us? She clearly isn’t worth it.

To: Ana
From: Nate
I’m not answering you because you cost me the girl I was supposed to marry in a few years have a big family with.

To: Nate
From: Ana
Well she didn’t cross your mind when you met me a week ago. Not even when you responded to all my text asking to meet you and something more. And she clearly didn’t cross your mind when you gave me a heated kiss at the club. Don’t be foolish Nate she was just a rebound until I got back.

After reading her text I wanted to throw my phone at the wall again. Y/N would never be a rebound I was expecting to marry her after two years of dating. I’ve never cuffed before like I did with Ana. Y/N makes it feel natural like spending life with her would be a dream.

*Y/N’s POV*

I woke up today receiving texts upon texts from Nate.

To: Y/N
From: Nate
I know I did wrong kissing her. Trust me it was the worst mistake. I love you, please never forget that, baby….

To: Y/N
From: Nate
Y/N its been a week and I’m a wreck without please answer me.

To: Y/N
From: Nate
I know you don’t want to hear from me but at least let me know your

To: Y/N
From: Nate
Say something, I’m begging on my knees

To: Nate
From: Y/N
I’ll be by later for the rest of my things. Please don’t be there and text me when you are on your way home.

It was heart breaking sending him that text. Sooner rather than later I had to send it as I receive another text from Dr. Nicholas which I’ve come to know his name is James.

To: Y/N
From: James
I was wondering if you wanted to meet at the local ice cream parlor in front of the park near the hospital?

To: James
From: Y/N
Sure,  I would like someone to talk too. Meet you there at four I have to do a few errands.

To: Y/N
From: James
Great see you there.

I reread his text and I’m decided whether to cancel or not. The local ice cream parlor he is talking about is the one I used to go with Nate. I decided to stick with meeting seeing as I have been hiding in my apartment for the past to days.

I change into some casual clothes and walk towards the vanity in my room. My cheeks are pale my eyes do not have there usual sparkle. The baby bump has become a little more visible.

It looks like I gained a couple pounds, but I know my little peanut is growing in their. He/she will always know the feeling of being loved. I will fulfill all their dreams like my parents did for me .

I get in my car and drive to Nate’s house. The driveway is clear of any cars which I was hoping for. I walk in with the duplicate key. The living room is a mess bottle aid Hennessy piled up on the table. Glass all over the floor. The pictures frames holds only pictures of me.

The ones of both of us has Nate missing. He scratches his face out or ripped the picture in half. My fingers run over the ink that he used to scratch his face out. It’s fresh the ink staining parts of my finger.

I slowly walk up the stairs towards our bed room. The door is closed, but a punch in the door is visible. I open the door and find a figure laying on the bed.

“Nate?” I question from the doorway.

“Y/N” he says getting up and rushing towards me. I step back holding my hand in front of me to stop him from advancing.

“Don’t step closer. I asked you to text me if you where here” I tell him shaking my head as tears cascade down my face.

“I know, but I had to see you one more time” he says looking at me when I refuse to look at him back.

“I’m here to get my things and leave” he grabs my wrist as I walk into the room. Swazz soon appears and Nate let’s go.

“Do you need help?” Swazz asks. I nod my head as I grab suitcase to put the rest of my undergarments and shirts in the bag. He grabs another to put my pants in that one. Nate’s watches from a distance tears falling from his eyes.

I do the best to ignore it and keep packing. I grab the suitcases, but soon pulled out of my grasp.

“You shouldn’t be carrying something like this” Swazz says as he takes them from my hand. My eyes widen at his words.

“I’m just saying you look fragile right now” he says as he walks down the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief seeing as he knows nothing about my pregnancy.
I walk behind him not looking back this time.

Nate’s eyes follow me as I walk outside. His face appears in the window when I give Swazz a hug goodbye. I leave the driveway hoping that this house will just become a distant memory.

I make my way to the ice cream to meet James. Maybe he can help with this obstacle I’m facing right now in life.

30 x 31 Day Writing Challenge Day 7

Day 7-Roomates

@royslittleharper “Any particular reason you need to stay with me, Kon?” You look at the boy standing on your front step.

“I’m not Kon.” He looks around furtively, before glancing up at the cloudy sky.

“Then who are you?” You raise an eyebrow and lean against the door frame.

“I haven’t quite figured that part out.” He says a bit sheepishly. “Mind moving over so I can come inside?”

You obligingly move, and your friend enters your house.

“Why is it always so damn cloudy in Gotham?” He questions. “I already feel powers weakening.”

“I like it here.” You say, defending your home.

“I get that. But why?” He begins unpacking his bag in the guest room like you’ve already okayed it.

“Of course can stay with me. I don’t mind at all.” You say sarcastically as he relaxes into the bed.

“You know you’re fine with it.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s beside the point. The point is, why do you need to stay here?”

“This is where they’re least likely to find me.” He explains.

“Where who is least likely to find you?”

“I mean, the last place they’d expect a half kryptonian to go is to the darkest, gloomiest, foggiest town ever created.”

“Kon!” He looks at you. “Who?”

“Can’t tell you. Orders of The Big Three themselves.” His posture straightens as he mimics them. “Under no circumstances are you to tell Y/N. Absolutely none.” He slouches again, shrugging as if to say sorry.

“That sucks. Anyway, who is going to be living in my apartment for the next…how long?” You say curiously.

“For the next two months I will be Steve Parker, your boyfriend from New York.” His cheeks rings with pink as he reads the last part.

“When did I get a boyfriend?” You wonder aloud.

“About ten seconds ago.” He shrugs again. “Oh, and we’ll have to visit a surrounding town every so often so I don’t die.”

“Noted.” You nod your head in affirmation, before standing. “Something to eat?”

“Sure.”

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“Shit.” You whisper to yourself as you practice. Over the past six weeks, you and Kon had been acting like the perfect couple. Sometime between then and now, your feelings had become real.

“It’s a freaking mission.” You whined softly, pleading with yourself to snap out of it.

“Hey, Y/N.” Kon entered the kitchen and planted a kiss on your forehead. He had told you earlier that you needed to keep up the pretense of being befriend and girlfriend at all times in case someone was spying.

That was probably why he was shirtless. That and the fact that his shirts tended to go missing after a mission. You suspected that he did it on purpose, just to show off. Not that you were complaining.

“Wanna go out for lunch?” He asks you. “I’ll even put on a shirt?”

“Sure. Give me twenty minutes or so to change.”

“Got it.”

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“Y/N it’s been almost forty minutes we need to go!” Kon yells through your door.

“I’m coming! Jeez.” You open the door and walk with him to the cafe down the block.

“You look great.” He compliments.

Your heart skips a beat.

“Ditto.” You turn to look at the menu.

As your eyes look over the menu, you feel a slight chill on the back of your neck.

“Steve-” you’re cut off when the windows shatter.

“Kon-El!” Comes a robotics voice.

Kon’s face pales. He takes your face in his hands.

“Y/N, go outside. Call the League, let them know I’ve been compromised.” Before you can protest, he’s kissing you, then pushing you away as he turns to face the people after him.

You stand there, stunned for a moment, before running outside and calling Batman, since he’s the closest.

“Where are you now?” His voice comes from the phone.

“The Saunders Cafe.”

“I’m on my way. Is Conner fighting?”

“Yeah, but we visited another city yesterday, so he’s not completely drained.” You since as another loud shatter can be heard. “Hurry.” You plead. ___________________________________________ “I have a question.” You look at him. “Back in the cafe, why’d you kiss me? I mean, your cover was already blown. You didn’t need to keep it up.”

He sighs and looks at his hands.

“Y/N, you’re smarter than this.” He looks at you like you should know why.

“The only explanation I’m coming up with is that you like me back but…”

He stares at you pointedly, before raising an eyebrow.

“Back?”

“Oh shi-” you cover your mouth in horror.

Kon grins and leans closer to you, so your lips are barely an inch apart.

“That makes this so much easier.”

You both lean in.