i was so confused when i went here

There’s a place near my school that I was oddly attracted to so I went to it and found this gate, now I’ve walked past here before and the gate door is usually almost closed but for some reason it was open this much, I took this photo because it looked cool but my phone shut off, it was at 54% so I was confused but let it stay like that for a while because I’m used to it. But I checked it after I turned on my phone and it shut off again at 47% my phone only shuts off once when it does. I decided to plug my phone in to look at the photo and when I clicked it my phone froze for a hour at the least

@sixpenceee

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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What the Heck I Gotta Do?


Note: Okay, so this came out cuter than intended? I have no regrets tho. I recommend you listen to the song while you read. :) Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans.

Word Count: 1376

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff, like, it’s so fluffy you’re gonna die fluff

Originally posted by gravitywon

“C’mon, Y/N, please?” Anthony begged.

“Why?” You asked your boyfriend, your voice close to a whine. “It’s cold outside.”

“So? There are so many people out there waiting in the cold, the least you can do is come out. They’d all love to see you.” He reasoned. “Also, I’m gonna be singing, so that’s a plus.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at him. Anthony was trying to convince you to come outside for Ham4Ham, but you didn’t want to because it was the middle of winter and freezing outside.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes, I promise.” He continued after you stayed silent. You caught his eyes and sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against his pleading gaze.

“Fine.” You breathed, causing his eyes to light up as he grinned. Anthony wrapped you a warm embrace before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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The One-Night Perfect Relationship | Alex Standall X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Alex/fem!reader. Clay and Hannah are mentioned.

Warnings: fluffy. Also happy!Alex. And may or may not have some High School Musical songs in the story, but, oh well…

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”/(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name”.

Word Count: 2550 words.

One part of her didn’t want to be there, but the other one, which she decided to listen to, felt that the night could get better somehow. (Y/N) was on the bleachers, considerably alone since she didn’t know anyone who was sitting there, watching people dance with their dates and friends at the dance. They were jumping around, but they seemed to be having fun while doing it, which made her feel like dancing too, but everyone there had a group of friends and she didn’t want to be the weirdo jumping alone.

(Y/N) wanted to dance and her body was starting to send signals that she needed to move. So she began to sway slightly from side to side, trying not to draw attention of anyone on the bleachers. When a familiar song began to play, (Y/N) forgot for a second to try to be discreet and shook her head as she moved her arms up, letting a small smile escape her lips until she realized what she was doing, her eyes widening and bringing her arms back down. Damn the upbeat songs. It was only for a few seconds, but she had already managed to get someone’s attention.

The girl lowered her head, looking down at her own feet. And then she felt that sense of when someone is staring at you. The girl’s (E/C) eyes looked up shyly and started looking for someone who was looking at her, stopping at a boy with bleached blonde hair who was sitting a little distant of her. He had a small grin on his face, he wanted to laugh. This made (Y/N) feel her cheeks heating up as she looked down again, even more embarrassed.

“Nice moves.” she heard a male voice, which obviously came from the boy, talking to her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” she gave a small wave, looking sheepishly at him.

(Y/N) had seen him around school, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever heard his name.

“Why are you alone here?” he spoke again after a few seconds in silence.

(Y/N) grimaced. “I didn’t even know I was coming here today.” the boy raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t plan to come, but my friend bought two tickets and dragged me here.”

He nodded, staring at the rest of the people in the bleachers. "Why isn’t she here with you, then?”

“She brought me because she thought her date wasn’t coming.”

“But he came.” he completed his reasoning on his own. “So she dumped you alone here.”

“Sitting here isn’t so bad.” he gave her a disbelieving glance, but she just laughed. “Why are you here?”

His eyes turned to the dance floor and he pointed to someone she couldn’t define who it was. “I was hoping to dance with her.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nah, I deserve it.”

Neither of them said anything for a few more seconds, watching people still dancing in their strange way.

“What’s your name?” (Y/N) broke the silence, turning to him.

“Alex.” he gave her a small smile, turning his head toward her. “And you are?”

“(Y/N).” she smiled back at him.

Alex looked at her for a few more seconds before pointing to the empty seat beside her. “Can I…?” he asked for her permission to approach.

“Sure.” (Y/N) smile widened as the boy crawled over to her side.

The dance was supposed to be, well, for dancing, but soon (Y/N)’s urge to dance was decreasing while talking to Alex. On the dance floor they hardly would be able to talkbut there where they were, they could enjoy each other’s company more. They spent more than half of the Winter Formal getting to know each other better, starting a competition of who had the most shameful story to tell and, overall, talked about everything.

"So, I was already in my pajamas and getting ready to watch my shows when I heard a horn outside.” (Y/N) started telling the story of that night, seeming to amuse Alex with it. “And I went to see who it was and (B/F/N) was all ‘Get in loser, we’re going to the dance’.”

“The ‘Mean Girls’ of real life.” he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I totally am Lindsay Lohan.”

Alex looked at the girl from head to toe before smiling. "You’re not upset about being left by your friend?”

“Not at all.” she shrugged. “I wasn’t joking when I said it wasn’t so bad to be here. I think it’s kind of cool to be able to see this big socialization of confused teenagers from afar.” (Y/N) pointed at them dramatically, then turning to point at the boy next to her. "And a little socialization right here.”

Alex still had a smile on his face as he took the girl’s finger pointing to his face.

"I’ve never noticed you until today, you know.” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound rude?”

“A little bit, yeah.” (Y/N) chuckled as he apologized. “Well, I had noticed you before.”

That seemed to get his attention, his eyebrows arching with curiosity. “Oh, really?”

"I took an interest in you because of your hair.”

“Oh, this.” Alex grimaced as he pointed at his hair.

“It’s like it’s from another world. I always wondered what it would be like to touch it.”

“Be careful there, it’ll take you to another dimension.” he grinned, nudging her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking once more at the dance floor, something catching her eyes. She frowned at the scene she was seeing before she began to laugh. Alex smiled slightly, caught by the girl’s laughter.

"What are you laughing at?”

“They got style.” she answered, motioning two people jumping in a very strange –yet funny- way. (Y/N) managed to recognize the boy as Clay Jensen, but she wasn’t sure of the girl’s name, even though she had already seen and heard about her.

“Your moves are better, though.” (Y/N) laughed at his words, remembering the ridiculous dance that had performed.

“Shut up.” she smiled slightly, listening to a slow song start playing and people start to pair up. “Wanna go out?”

“Hm?” he looked confused.

“The dance is about to end. Want to walk out there a little?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alex stood up and reached out to help her up. What a gentleman.

He was walking ahead and as soon as the girl stood up the urge to dance came back. Then she tried to sway a little as she stepped out of the bleachers. Wrong move. She stumbled and almost fell, catching the attention of a few people who looked at her, laughing.

"What the hell are you looking at?” Alex asked them as he came back to help the girl out.

(Y/N)’s ankles ached slightly making the girl whimper down as she walked. She saw her friend looking at them both with a smirk, causing the girl to roll her eyes and lower her head.

“What the hell was that?” Alex asked as they walked toward the exit from the school.

“I was trying to perform, if you didn’t notice.” she stopped to massage her leg for a second before continuing to walk. “As if it were High School Musical or something.”

Alex’s head turned to her with the mention of the movie, a smile on his face. "So it looks like I got a Disney fan here.”

“Totally, man.” she said before she felt the cold night air hit her face as they reached the outside.

They continued to walk in silence until they were completely off the school grounds and started walking on the sidewalk, where some people passed as well. Alex started to walk slightly faster than (Y/N), staying a little ahead of her before turning to her, making her stop walking too.

“Alex…?” she frowned when she saw him taking a deep breath.

Livin’ in my own world, didn’t understand.” he began to sing. Oh no, he wasn’t doing that. (Y/N)’s mouth opened slightly, not knowing exactly what to do. “That anything can happen, when you take a chance.

(Y/N) was still, not knowing what to do, when Alex looked at her expectantly, making a smile spread on her face, before she cleared her throat. “I never believed in.” the boy smirked at her. “What I couldn’t see, I never opened my heart.”

“Ooh.” he made sure to say it in a very dramatic way, which made (Y/N) laugh.

“To all the possibilities.” she continued to laugh as he approached her. “Uh.”

Alex started to swing toward her as they sang. “I know that something has changed.” (Y/N) mimicked his movements and began to swing too. “Never felt this way.” she was sure that people were looking at them at that moment. “And right here tonight, this could be the start of something new.” after all, it wasn’t so usual to see two teenagers singing loudly in the middle of the street. “It feels so right to be here with you.” they both grinned at each other. “And now looking in your eyes, I feel in my heart the start of something new.”

The boy, with an amused smile, raised one of his hands, motioning for her to hold it. “Now who’d ever thought that.”

(Y/N) copied his smile, raising her hand and intertwining in his as they sang. “We’d both be here tonight.”

“And the world looks so much brighter.” she continued as he lowered their hands and pulled her down the sidewalk. “With you by my side.”

Alex seemed to have found something he was looking for on the sidewalk, letting go of (Y/N)’s hand, and walking quickly to a bench, getting up on it as they continued. "I know…” he turned to her, holding out his hands to help the girl up. “That something has changed.” (Y/N) laughed through her words, shaking her head as she walked quickly to where he was. “Never felt this way.” she accepted his help. “I know it for real, this could be the start of something new.” Alex took careful steps, imitating with his hands the moves she had made earlier that night, making her laugh while doing the same thing, shaking her head from side to side. “It feels so right to be here with you.” (Y/N) felt like jumping, just like people were doing at the Winter Formal, but she knew she would either break the bench or fall from there. “And now looking in your eyes.” Alex slowed his dance moves, looking for the girl’s eyes; (Y/N) did the same. “I feel in my heart …” they smiled at each other. “The start of something new.”

They kept staring at each other for a few more seconds, neither of them daring to break the eye contact, until a car stopped in front of them, honking. (B/F/N). (Y/N) got startled, almost felling off the bench because of it, causing Alex to hold her, holding the girl by her waist.

“Thanks.” she murmured a little sheepishly.

“Hey girl, you want a ride?” (B/F/N) asked.

(Y/N) was about to accept when Alex’s voice caught her attention. “If you want, I can take you home.” a small hopeful glow gleamed in his eyes, and only then she realized that his arm hadn’t left her waist. Not that she was going to complain about it.

“Alex will take me.” she turned again to (B/F/N), who smirked, nodding.

“She better get home alive, Standall.”

“As you wish, ma'am.” the girl laughed at his answer before winking at them and driving away. “She seems to be cooler than Regina George.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Sometimes she is.”

“Come on.” he released his arm from her waist and getting down from the bench, then helping the girl do the same.

Thank God that High School Musical performance hadn’t taken them so far from the school parking lot. (Y/N) had always complained that school was really far from her home, so she had to wake up early if she wanted to be in time for class. But at that moment she couldn’t be more grateful for that, it meant she would have more time to talk to Alex.

In the end, she could see that the part of her that thought that night could have got better had guessed right. She’d met Alex and that had made that night exceptional. They had hit it off, and that night seemed somehow magical. So that could only mean: either that was really the beginning of something new or that had been an one-night perfect relationship. (Y/N) sincerely bet on the second, although she wanted the first one to be right.

An one-night perfect relationship is the one you have, well, for one night. When you aren’t suffocated with your daily problems and the pressures of your friends. You are a diferente person on this one night, more relaxed and even happier. Who would know how things would be between them if they talk to each other every day, or what would it be like in front of their friends? Well, there’s no way of knowing if it’s just a one-night thing or something else until you try it, what really counts is making the night worthwhile.

These thoughts passed over (Y/N) mind as they got out of the car, since Alex had offered to walk with her to the door.

“Well, I’m sure I won’t not notice you from now on.” he said when they reached her door.

"Well, it’s not just your hair that makes me interested in you anymore.” she said, a small smirk on her lips.

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

They looked at each other for a few more seconds, both thinking practically the same thing. Alex wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. But would not that be wrong? Would not it be too soon? But then again, what if the next day they didn’t feel the same thing they felt at that moment? Don’t think too much, make the night worthwhile. It’s now or never.

Alex quickly leaned toward her, pressing their lips together, placing one of his hands on her waist and the other on the girl’s cheek. (Y/N) wasted no time and soon began kissing him back, moving her lips against his, placing her hands on his neck, but only so she could touch his hair. Alex noticed that and gave a small smile into the kiss, which soon turned into a laugh, making him pull away from her and rest his forehead on hers as he laughed.

“Sorry.” he said still laughing, which made the girl laugh together.

"I really thought for a moment that this was going to take me to another dimension.” it only made him laugh more, being accompanied by her.

The laughter took a while to decrease, until there were only smiles on their faces. “Bye, Gabriella.”

“See you around, Troy.”

Alex gave her a long peck before letting go of her and starting to walk away, a smile still on his face. (Y/N) watched him for a few seconds before opening the door, listening to him honking at her, waving goodbye from inside the car before leaving. The girl closed the door, resting her back on it. Whether it was the beginning of something new or just a one-night thing, it was worth it.


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The New Girl (Jughead x Reader)

Summary: New girl takes a liking to Jughead and he takes a liking to her after seeing her stand up to Cheryl

Word Count: 1922

A/N: First time posting fan fiction, let me know what you guys think. Feedback and ideas are welcomed!

Originally posted by twelvevo

Today was your first day of high school and you were both excited and nervous. Yes, you were a sophomore but you had been home schooled your entire life. Your mom was extremely overprotective but she had finally agreed to let you attend public school.

You had seen schools on TV and in movies but you had never actually been inside of one. Until now. 

“I’m Betty Cooper and welcome to Riverdale High” said the blonde. She seemed really nice. So far so good, you thought.

You smile shyly, “I’m Y/F/N, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You quickly look away, trying not to make too much eye contact. That would be weird, right? Yeah. You don’t want to make the wrong impression on your first day. 

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With You

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: Shortest drabble I’ve ever wrote, but I needed it; I needed someone to feel proud of me!

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


He watches you from the bed, a light blanket covering his naked body from the waist down, his hair slightly messed up; he notes how your hands strangle your hair into your fists, your eyes focused on the textbook in front of you, tears streaming down your face as you try to study. His heart goes out to you, he has never met a more dedicated and passionate person before you. His eyes wander out the window, staring onto the beautiful beach that was accessible from your holiday loft.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 20 [FINALE]

A/N: Holy fuckballs you guys, it’s finally come to an end. I just want to thank everyone for all of the nice feedback and support, and definitely for sticking with me this long. This series is honestly one of the best things I’ve done in a while if I’m being honest, and I’m glad that I got to share it with you. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a sequel to this pretty soon. This chapter is honestly just one long imagine full of different fluff scenes to makeup what for what happened at the end and I’m apologizing beforehand. Also, I tagged each person in the section of their idea and thanks for the suggestions. Tysm again, and I hope you enjoy the finale💕 

I swear I never noticed how many tats Calum actually had until I wrote this, good lord.

**WARNING**: SMUT


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/ Twenty{END}


“I don’t understand why you just won’t go to the doctor.” Calum tried to persuade you for the millionth time as he held your curls away from your face and rubbed soothing circles onto the small of your back.“ You’ve been sick for what, three weeks now?”

You’ve been sick a little longer than that, but you decided to keep that to yourself.

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” He argued whilst rolling his eyes. He always found your stubbornness bitter sweet. “You’re going to see a doctor.”

“Ashiiid.” You laughed lightly, letting your boyfriend know that you found him as a joke.

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Just for Tonight (m)

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Words: 16,826 (welp rip me).

Genre: Fluff, smut.

Summary: Jungkook plans on getting into the annual secret underground party for his birthday and you can’t help but tag along.

A/N: A fic for Jungkook’s birthday (I know I’m late, shh). Inspired by the movie Nerve. Thanks for helping me @pjmfantasy + @minsfires!

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Behind These Bars

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story.
Sorry for that.


Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)

Word count: 1802

approximated reading time: 7 minutes


Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see.
“I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?!
“Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please.
“Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open.
The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.

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You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.

You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.

You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.

It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.

It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.

You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.

He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.

You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.

Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?


So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.

The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.

The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.

“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.  

You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.

“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.

“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.

You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.

“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.

Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.

“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.

“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.

“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.

Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”

“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”

He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”

You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.

“Harry just forget about it.”

He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”

Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”

“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”

You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.

“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.

You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”

He chuckled.

Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.

Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”

When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.

Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.

Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.

The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.

“Fucking finally,” said Liam.

“That’s what I said!” Louis proclaimed.

The three boys laughed to themselves.

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (you are here), part 6, based on @skygemspeaks’s prompt



Previously: As soon as Yuuri has settled into his role as Prince Victor’s personal bodyguard, his childhood friend Prince Phichit appears. Yuuri fears for his secret, as there is no doubt that his friend will be more than surprised to find Yuuri here, in the palace of the Nikiforovs.

Yuuri’s blood runs cold when he hears the crier announce the incoming royal.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”

Of all the royals that could possibly be visiting during Yuuri’s tenure here, the only one that could possibly be worse than Phichit would be Mari. He and Prince Phichit (affectionately dubbed Phichan by a three year old Yuuri) have been friends since Phichit was born, and there’s no one in the world that knows Yuuri better. They played together as children, and rode together during their many visits to each other’s respective kingdoms. They even lived together for a time, when they took a few years to travel for their schooling. In fact, it’s not uncommon (or wasn’t uncommon, Yuuri guiltily thinks) for the two of them to sleep in the same bed; they’ve been doing it since they were children. At one point Yuuri’s parents had even wondered whether the two of them should be betrothed, but they both vehemently refused. They were much better off as friends, they knew. Besides, Phichit is in love with one of his guards, which Yuuri mercilessly teases (teased) him about regularly.

Yuuri has no doubt that Phichit has been made aware of his disappearance, but he also remembers writing the boy several letters when Mari first started to pull away. He can only hope that when– not if –Phichit recognizes him, that he manages to put the two together before he exposes Yuuri.

Luckily, Victor is still not here (though he will be soon) and the Tzar is overseeing Prince Yuri’s lessons after one too many ditching attempts. For once, Yuuri is alone in the throne room.

By the time Phichit and his entourage (Seung-Gil, Leo, and Guang-Hong, all of whom Yuuri knows well) arrive in a throne room, Yuuri is kneeling, as is proper. He’s sweating from nerves, and it’s all he can do to keep his voice from shaking when he speaks in Phichit’s native language, accent near perfect from years of practice.

“I formally apologize for making you wait. His Highness will be here soon, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

He hears Phichit’s sharp intake of breath and knows he’s been found out. “On your feet, soldier. Let me see your face.”

Slowly, so slowly, Yuuri rises to face him. He can hear footsteps coming from a direction of Victor’s bedchambers, and meets Phichit’s eyes desperately. In the few seconds that it takes for Victor and Otabek to reach a throne room, the two of them reach a silent agreement, a complex conversation that’s only possible because of how well they know each other.

A wide-eyed, desperate look. I’ll explain everything, I promise.

A look of disbelief. Yuuri, is it really you?

Lowered eyes for just a second. Later. I’ll tell you everything, just please play along.

The barest hint of tears. I missed you.

Bowed head. …I missed you too, Phichan.

A hand on the shoulder. You’ll explain later?

A tiny nod. I swear.

A light squeeze on the shoulder before pulling away. Okay.

The other three pairs of eyes widen in recognition as well, but they stay silent. If their prince isn’t going to say anything, Yuuri is sure that they won’t either; those men are nothing if not loyal.

“Yuuri,” Victor whines, jumping on his back with his entire bodyweight. “I missed you!”

Yuuri can’t help but glance over at Phichit self-consciously. The boy looks amused, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. Yuuri can read him like a book, but he can’t afford to react any differently from how he normally would, or Otabek may suspect something.

He pries Victor off gently but firmly. “Victor, you’re being extremely rude. Besides, it’s been less than an hour since I saw you last.”

“An hour too long,” Victor says, kissing Yuuri’s hand dramatically. Yuuri privately agrees with him, but that’s an issue for another time, especially since Victor is just teasing. “Though I suppose you’re right. I apologize, Your Highness. Welcome back to our palace. I assume that your trip went without issue?”

“Of course.” Phichit says with a mischievous smile, glancing at Yuuri for a fraction of a second. “I’m more than glad to be back, especially now that I’m finally here. I see you’ve inducted a new member of your staff.”

Victor’s grin is blinding, and Yuuri doesn’t know how to process it. He’s noticed that Victor carries himself like a man who has known loneliness; it seems as though he’s attached to Yuuri in the same way that a child would attach itself to a blanket. “Isn’t he great? So polite and well behaved. I’m proud to call him my personal bodyguard.”

“May I ask his name?” Phichit’s eyes sparkle with concealed mirth that Yuuri is sure only he can see.

“Of course!” Victor claps his hands once in excitement; he always does seem to enjoy showing Yuuri off. “His name is Yuuri Nishigori, of Yutopia. He saved my life in the forest, so I decided to bring him here and give him a job as a reward.”

Guang-Hong laughs when he hears Yuuri’s “name,” but manages to cover it up as a cough. “Excuse me.”

Yuuri gives him a severe look. Don’t forget I know about your affair with Leo. Not, of course, that Phichit would care, but it’s nice to have some blackmail material on his friends once in a while.

“Excuse my guard, he’s laughing at my antics. I must admit to some deception, Prince Victor,” Phichit says with a small grin.

Victor raises and eyebrow in that way that Yuuri has noticed means that he’s mildly amused. “Oh?”

Phichit nods. “You see, Yuuri and I have already met.”

Oh no, Phichit please no. Yuuri’s grip on the hilt of his sword anxiously.

“It’s a story quite similar to yours, actually.” Phichit smiles at Yuuri. I’ve got this. “I was travelling the continent for school a few years ago, and I wandered from the caravan of boredom. I found a view I particularly liked and wandered too close to the edge of a cliff. Your guard saved my life.”

Yuuri remembers that day, actually. Phichit had scared the life out of him, wandering off like that.

“Phichan, why would you go so close to the edge? You could have died!” Yuuri could feel his heartbeat in his throat. “If I’d lost you…”

Phichit was shaking, his usual grin far from his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“In fact, we became friends soon after.” Well, that’s a bold-faced lie, but Yuuri can’t expect anything different if he wants to keep his secret safe.

Victor looks at Yuuri with wide eyes. “Wow! My Yuuri is so amazing, why didn’t you tell me that you knew another royal?”

I know several, actually. Phichit just happens to be the one that’s here. “It, uh, it never came up, I suppose.”

“You were named for the missing prince, right Yuuri?” Phichit cuts in.

When Yuuri nods, Victor looks confused. “What do you mean, missing prince?”

“Ah, I forget how cut off this country is from its neighbors,” Phichit says, looking apologetic and slightly sad. The sadness, Yuuri can tell, is entirely real. He feels a sharp twinge of guilt about causing it. “Yutopia’s prince, Yuuri Katsuki, went missing several months past. He’s a very dear friend of mine.”

There’s a short period of silence, where Yuuri is sure that Victor is trying to find the appropriate words to respond to a revelation like this.

“Victor, if I may make a suggestion,” Otabek says, startling them all. “Pardon my intrusion into your conversation, but perhaps, for the duration of the prince’s stay, Nishigori should stay with his company. It may make the prince more comfortable, and I am willing to take over for him for and few days.”

Yuuri blinks. Otabek has just opened a way for him to spend time with Phichit and explain himself, without even knowing what he was doing.

He’s sure that Victor is about to protest, but there’s a distinct moment when any protests die. The look of absolute gratitude on Phichit’s face could melt a heart of stone.

“I… I suppose… that would be fine,” Victor manages. His hesitation confuses Yuuri, but the confusion is overpowered by something else.

He only vaguely notices the glances Victor keeps sneaking at him for the rest of the night, and he doesn’t think about what they mean. He’s going to miss spending time with Victor one on one, but it’s only for a few days. Besides, Phichit is going to be spending a lot of time in a presence of the royal family anyway, so things won’t be so different.

As soon as the two of them close the door to Phichit’s bedchamber later that night, Yuuri finds himself being tackled on all sides by four overexcited men. Leo, Guang-Hong, and Seung-Gil look skeptical when Yuuri explains his reasons for vanishing, but Phichit– Phichan, who knows how Yuuri’s mind works, who knows everything about him –nods and understands. He swears to keep the secret, as long as Yuuri promises in turn to be home in time for his sister’s coronation.

It’s enough, for now.

So…. ummm.  I went to see Logan yesterday.  It was a wonderful movie.  Very well done.  But I noticed something: a lot of parents brought their little kids with them.  And we’re not talking 12 or 13 year olds here; they were probably mostly between 6 and 8.  A lot of them seemed really confused when the extreme violence started, like they couldn’t process what was happening on the screen.  Logan isn’t a movie for kids.  It is rated R for good reason.  At one point, a little girl gets shot through the chest with a spike, then dragged screaming through the dirt by a cable attached to the spike.  At another, a man has half his head blown off with a gun.  You can briefly see his brain and the shards of his skull.  At still another point, a blood-spattered severed human head is the centerpiece of a scene for about 10 or 15 seconds.  Generally, it is a movie about 2 people with claws moving through a near-future semi-dystopia while being chased by seemingly endless brutal men with guns.  Its about as violent as you could realistically expect it to be, and has constant underlying themes of death, aging, suicide, and violation of bodily autonomy.  Not only would it most likely be horrifying for a young child to watch, it would also be mostly lost on them, leaving only the memory of a confusing, brutally violent, and disturbing experience.

TLDR: for the love of god, DO NOT BRING YOUR CHILD TO SEE LOGAN.  Trust me.  Just don’t.

Tulips | Alfie Solomons [part 5]

Listen to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Haley Reinhart & Castle On The Hill by Ed Sheeran for more effect.

Warning: mentions of death, failed pregnancy, blood, +

Summary: Fifth part of “Tulips”.   [part 1] , [part 2] , [part 3] , [part 4]

Alfie wasn’t home, again. You knew what he was doing, but thinking about it made your heart drop. Alfie was a good man and he would protect and defend you at all costs, but you wanted terribly for this time to pass. You wanted to get over your grief, but Alfie wasn’t helping. He was supportive as a husband, as much as he could be seeing as he lost something that night too. He almost lost two things, but he carried yours’ and his grief on his back most of the time.

The feeling of lonliness began to infect you again and you curled the wool blanket further onto your shoulders.

You missed Alfie and Grace. Grace was gone for good, and Alfie was slowly becoming lost in his rage and need for avengence.

The fields of tulips ahead of you were a reminder of everything around you.

Death.

The tulips died because you, nor Alfie had the heart to care for them anymore. But seeing them so lifeless made you sick to your stomach. It was as if the dead tulips mocked you. They were dead, your best friend is dead, and your unborn child is dead, but you are alive. Despite the death around you, you lived.

Why?

What was so special about you?

Why couldn’t a fetus grow into a human being?

Why couldn’t Grace live to see Charlie grow?

Why were they taken from you?

What had you done?

Was their deaths some twisted and cruel punishment for falling in love with a man you swore to hate?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You couldn’t sit here and grieve anymore, you had to do something, or be with someone. Alfie was only around when you slept and by the time you woke the only evidence of him was the dent in your bed. You wished he would wake you, hold you, or kiss you. He barely touched you.

The last night Alfie kissed you was when you woke in the aftermath of everything.

He cried into your hair most of the night, and you cried into his neck. That day was Grace’s wake, but you missed it because the doctors refused to let you leave. It broke your heart to neither be there at her death or at her wake. You mainly cried for Grace, but you cried for the unborn child too.

Alfie cried because you could have died and because a worthless scum took his child away from him. Alfie broke that night, you had never seen such a violent man cry. You cried because he cried too.

You walked back into your home and locked everything up. You took one of Alfie’s cars into Birmingham, hoping that the shop was open on a Sunday. You hadn’t seen your family since the day after Grace’s funeral, but it was only John, Esmè, Polly, Ada, Arthur, Finn, and Michael who were there. Even Isaiah came to the hospital with a bouquet of tulips. Isaiah, who you’d only had small conversations with before had come to see you as you laid in grief.

Where was Tommy?

You understood though, he was in as much pain as you were, but a small part of you hoped to see him.

You parked the car carelessly, proud of yourself for keeping it together on the long drive, but as soon as you walked in- all the eyes of your family looking at you curiously- you broke.

Finn and Michael caught you when your knees buckled from underneath you. Your hands flew to your mouth as you tried to conceal your continuous sobs. Michael and Finn brought you back to your feet as Ada and Polly rushed to your aid.

They said things to you, yelling almost, but your eyes had caught Alfie’s as he exited your brothers shop.

Is this where he had been hiding?

The rest of your brothers followed out, all of them having heard a string of sobs and yells. John and Arthur were running towards you, but you pushed past them towards Alfie and Tommy. They tried to hold you back, but you pushed them off, your angry gaze already trained on Alfie.

“This is where you’ve been hiding?!” You pushed at Alfie’s shoulders, but he barely moved. He stared down at you, emotionless. You pushed him again. “Where the fuck have you been Alfie?!” More tears streamed down your face as you stared up at your husband.

“Y/N, maybe you should-”

“Shut the fuck up John!” You turned towards your brother and pushed him away from you. You paid no mind to him as you turned back towards Alfie. The two of you stayed silent, watching each other angrily.

Tommy stepped to your side and you felt his fingers delicately grope your shoulder. “This isn’t the time, Y/N.”

In a second, you turned to face Tommy and brought your hand clean against his cheek. He stepped away from you as your family watched in surprise. You slapped him again and then began slapping him on his shoulders and chest until Arthur and John pulled you away.

“Fuck you, Tommy!” Tommy had it coming to him, it was all just coming out now because you were stricken with grief. “You made me marry him!” You were able to free yourself from your brothers as you pointed a finger at Alfie. “You made me marry him and didn’t dare look me in the face when you did it.”

“Y/N,” Arthur called you, but you ignored him.

Alfie cleared his throat as if telling you he was still here. You were accusing Tommy as if you didn’t love Alfie. You turned towards your husband, but he brushed past you. You watched in confusion as he walked out of the shop that was empty with anyone who wasn’t your family. He turned before completely exiting, and you barely caught his words before he left completely.

“Don’t fuckin’ go anywhere.”

You ran after him, your family following you and calling for you. When you made it outside, Alfie had already sped down the street. You cried silently as you watched his car disappear. You were in such a hurry to get into the shop that you hadn’t realized his other car was here when you parked the one you drove in.

“He’s going to handle things now, Y/N. Come inside.” John’s hand was on your shoulder, and even though your gaze didn’t leave the fading car, you let John lead you into the shop.

John lead you into the kitchen and you were aware that everyone but Tommy followed. You tried to calm yourself as you went to sit at the table, but your gaze caught Polly’s tulips blossoming on the kitchen windowsill. John was fixing you some tea with the help of Esmè when you moved towards the window. Your grabbed the pot of tulips and threw it onto the ground. It didn’t feel like enough for you and you began stomping and kicking at the already shattered pot and ripped petals.

John hugged your arms behind your back and stepped away from the mess you made in Polly’s kitchen. “Fuck, Y/N that’s enough!” You tried fighting against him, but you instead collapsed into him in a fit of sobs. Polly instructed John to take you to the sofa and you felt yourself being lifted. By the time John laid you on the couch, your clothes were ruffled and your hair had fallen out of its updo.

Everyone filed into the room. Michael started the fire while everyone else lounged around. You knew they were there to comfort you, but you couldn’t help to only crave Alfie’s presence at the moment.


The men filed out of Polly’s home one by one, quietly sneaking off so that you wouldn’t see them. You obviously noticed the lack of testosterone as it was only you, Ada, Polly, Esmè, and Linda (who arrived shortly after Arthur rang her) left.

You were no longer laying down and instead you sat comfortably between Ada and Esmè. Esmè had graciously styled your hair into a long braid and Ada spoke among the group quietly. You all just drank tea and stared at the fire, listening to Ada ramble mindlessly. It was nice because for a second, you felt serene. Nothing was bothering you at the moment and the presence of your family helped your sanity stay calm.

Ada’s whispered thoughts came to a hault as the front door swung open. The men of the family filed in, each one reveiling a bloodier appearance until Alfie came in. He had the most blood on his clothes and face, but something told you it wasn’t theirs.

You and the rest of the women stood up, but it was only you who walked forward.

“My God, what have you lot done?” Polly gasped from behind you. You remained quiet, looking at your brothers, cousin, and husband who looked at you with hardened eyes.

John came forward, charging towards you and you were startled until he wrapped his arms over your shoulders and cried into your neck.

Fuck them for what they did to you and Grace, Y/N. Fuck them!” John yelled into your ear. Your surprised gaze moved to Arthur as he took John off of you.

“We took care of it, Y/N.” Was all your oldest brother said before Arthur took John towards their wives. You watched them go in confusion when more arms wrapped around you. It was Finn, you could tell by his tall stature looming over you. He released you before you could hug him back and Michael came forward.

You both hugged before he went off towards Polly. Polly immediately embraced him, trying to rid her thoughts of the sins her son had just committed.

Tommy stood in front of you now and to everyone’s surprise, he hugged you. It had been so long since your brother even looked at you, but here he was: arms encircled around your back.

“I’m not sorry for what I did, but I’m sorry I didn’t see that it was wrong,” he said over your head. You looked up at him, unshed tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Grace loved you, she said you were her closest friend, like a sister.” Tommy kissed the side of your head and walked off to the side.

You were filled with joy by now, feeling this part of your life finally begin to finish. You turned towards your husband, and he stared back at you almost shyly.

Alfie,” you mumbled, already taking long strides towards him. Alfie didn’t have to say anything, he just extended his arms towards you, grasping you when you were close and pushing you into his body. You hugged him back, aware that your family watched the odd sight.

You used to be pure and innocent and now you hugged a man who was as violent as they came. You stepped away from the hug only to bring your lips onto Alfie’s, kissing him with all you had. He was quick to respond and you fell in love all over again. Alfie was a smooth kisser, he knew what you liked and where to touch you to get you swooning, but he kept to himself now that your family was watching.

“I love you, Alfie.” You declared once you both stopped kissing.

“I know.” Alfie accepted your silent apology making you smile up at him.

“Lets go home,” Aflie grabbed your hand. He began leading you out of the house and you glanced back at your family one last time. They waved, their eyes showing they were happy for you. Tommy even let himself smile at you before the door shut behind you.


You took your hands out of the water, placing them on either side of the tub. Alfie was humming behind you as he combed your wet hair with a brush he had gifted you with for your last birthday, along with other expensive and personally-made presents.

You sighed, pulling yourself out of the bath. Alfie followed after you and wrapped a towel around his waist, all blood and grime had washed off. You were both silent during the bath, just embracing your small time together.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you left the lavatory. You leaned your body into him as he lead you to your shared bedroom.

Once inside your room, you let the towel around your body drop. You put on the nightgown that Alfie already laid out on the bed. When you pulled it over your head, your gaze fell on the two tulips sitting at the center of your bed. One was red, and one was blue. It struck you as you picked them up that it was a representation of you and Alfie. Blue tulips had always reminded you of Alfie and the red tulips was the same color as the one you were holding the day Alfie fell in love with you, the tulip he took from you so long ago.

You looked over at Alfie, smelling the scent of the flowers that had become a huge part of your life. He already had his underwear on and was weaving a hand through his wet hair as he lowered himself onto the bed.

You followed after him after setting the tulips on the dresser by your bed. You let Alfie pull you onto him and he kissed your cheek as you laid together.

“I’ve missed you, darling.” Alfie hummed against your hair. This made you curl further into his almost bare body. Alfie’s hand laid on your side and you traced your own hand over his arm, before it reached his face. You smiled up at your husband as your fingers traced the scars on his face.

“Tell me we’ll try one day,” you whispered.

“Try what?” Alfie’s voice lowered to your level.

“To have children.” Alfie’s silence made your hand fall from his face, but he picked it up and put it back to where you had been caressing his scars.

“We’ll try again, little tulip.”


a/n; Yes! More parts are coming! -e

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Noise (Part 8)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: slight angst 
Word count: 1643
A/N: Sorry for the late update! Hopefully something saucy will happen soon 😉

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Meant To Be (part 2)

You are a badass muggle-born Gryffindor girl in your 6th year. Your life is perfect in Hogwarts, you have friends, you study well and you can forget there your horrible relationship with your parents. But once, for a winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle and this decision give you the chance to get to know Sirius Black. And from that day, you are bound to the other.
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Sirius Black

We were having breakfast on the first school day after winter break. Everyone of my friends were talking about how they spent the time and how much they enjoyed it. When Peter shared us that he “almost died in pleasure when first ate his best-ever mum’s cook when arrived home”, he gave me an apologetic look and quickly added:

“Sorry, Padfoot.”

But I just smiled at that sentence. Even if I couldn’t have an enjoyable celebrating with a family that filled with love; I’ve had the best winter break ever in my life. Y/N and I became very good friends and I realized we really did spent the whole time together.

She was so curious about our secret places in the castle and my “special” prank tricks, so I taught her small hexes and jinxes, but she “definitely didn’t want to use them on people”. I loved that mischievous side of her that started to appear slowly. It’s not like that it is the only thing why I liked her. It was clear on the first day when we met that Y/N is looking good. Very good, to be honest. But during the break, when she laughed on something, it was the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. And her smile was just simply incredible according to me. I haven’t seen Y/N’s smile before, so I didn’t know how much it makes her appearance more beautiful.

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Zero to Hero || Veronica Lodge

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Requested : R is friends with the gang but in the background (shy, quiet, awkward) They think she’s a cinnamon roll, that’s why everyone keeps her out of the investigation/dangerous stuff. R likes V but doesn’t think she has a chance. One night, when the gang is investigating, they get attacked and R shows up in the badass clothes from the Serpents, leather jacket and all, along with people to help her and they save them. Afterwards everyone is just like ??? And somehow her and V become a couple?

[A/N] : The reader’s characterization is oddly alike me. thats really creepy anon but I dig it.. well I hope ya like it? Oh by the way, this is an AU where Archie and Veronica never got together, and Cheryl didn’t try to commit suicide..

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"Love me" for tree bros c:

Evan Hansen loved every second he spent with his best friend Connor Murphy. They were as close as close could be. Sure, all of this had started with a bunch of lied that spiraled out of control, but now that the dust had settled, Connor and Evan were just happy to have each other.

Neither boy had really had friends before the other came into their lives. Sure Evan had Jared, but Jared was always quick to remind Evan how little he enjoyed their time together. 

Currently the two were sitting together at a Starbucks, just enjoying each other’s company. Evan stared wistfully across the table at his stunning best friend who was currently reading The Compiled Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Though it was slightly creepy, Evan loved to watch Connor read. His expression would change ever so slightly with whatever was going on in the story and Evan would just soak it in. Evan was broken out of the trance by the Starbucks employee calling out his name. 

Evan’s hands were shaking even before he started to stand up to walk over and get his order. He looked over and saw that the employee currently working was one that liked to strike up conversation. The acidic feeling that accompanied anxiety began to fill his stomach. But before he could begin to walk over to retrieve his drink he felt a hand on his arm. He looked down to see Connor’s bright blue eyes looking up at him. 

“I’ve got it, sit down,” Evan’s heart skipped several beats as his knight in worn converse went over to save him from social confrontation. Connor was always doing things like this. Little things to ease Evan’s anxiety. Now don’t think that Evan didn’t try his best to do anything he could to help when Connor was depressed or in one of his moods. It was just that Connor was so much better at helping. This was one of the many reasons Evan loved Connor. 

He was thinking about this as Connor returned with his drink. 

“Here,” Connor handed the drink to Evan and their fingers touched for a moment. 

“I love you,” That was not what Evan had meant to say. He had meant to say sorry, but somewhere the signals got confused and that’s what he blurted out instead. Immediately Evan’s face reddened, he began to stammer out an apology when Connor cut him off. 

“I love you too,” then he went right back to his book. 

Eggo is Preggo

* Anthony x Reader
* Modern rpf
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: okay, reader gets pregnant and is about to tell Anthony, but then something bad happens in Anthony life and he rants to reader, so she’s like “okay, maybe i’ll put this off a little bit longer. no problem.” and so they try again, but there’s another problem, and there’s just always something preventing her from telling him and the bump is starting to show up and she’s getting more and more impatient and then finally there’s just like “LISTEN! THIS EGGO IS PREGGO!”

A/N: So here is this one. Sorry about taking so long to post, I have a lot of sorties started but I can’t seem to finish them. The endings aren’t coming to me. But here’s this. And this request made me burst out laughing which is why I used it for the title. But I didn’t use it in the story but I loved it. But I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 3,627
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You panted, trying to get some air, as Anthony trailed kisses down your neck. You and Anthony had been dating for a year now. You both worked on Hamilton, him playing John Laurens/Philip Hamilton and you singing in ensemble. You had hit it off in the first few weeks and shortly after, started dating. And you ended up at his place after dinner tonight.

You had dinner and rode home with him. You hadn’t planned on things escalating but you weren’t going to stop it now that it had. Anthony had kissed you and you had reciprocated. From there it escalated. Anthony trailed his lips down your neck while you had hand buried in his curls. You were sat on his lap, straddling him. Anthony used this position for his advantage and slipped his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up as he stood. Your legs came up to wrap around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

You blinked awake, and the first thing you saw was Anthony’s sleeping face. You smiled at him, finding you liked waking up to this sight. His arm was slung over your waist, your bare waist. You had the covers pulled up, covering everything. Last night escalated into sex. It wasn’t the first time and you doubted it would be the last.

Your eyes trailed over his freckled cheeks and up to his curls, a few falling down and obscuring his face. His mouth was hanging open slightly as he breathed in and out, evenly. You sighed contentedly and snuggled up closer to him, curling up against his chest. His arm tightened around you.

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“When I was little I asked my papa why he always held my daddy’s hand.” Sarah smiles, waving her arm in her parents direction. There Papa is, his hand intertwined with Dad’s. Papa’s hair is gray finally. Daddy went gray completely almost decade and a half ago. Sarah remembers them looking younger, but this is just as good.

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every book i’ve ever read 16?the fifth wave

“How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.”