idk if this looks good sigh

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

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harry potter fancast:

Oscar Isaac as Godric Gryffindor

“ You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry. Set Gryffindors apart.” 

anonymous asked:

Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?

Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx

** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **

#6: “It was a dare.”
#9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”


“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”

“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”

You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.

“And you’re acting like a bitch.”

Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.

“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.

“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”

Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.

His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.

“I dare you.”

Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.

He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”

His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”

You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”

He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.

“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”

You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.

“How?” You breathed.

He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.

“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”

You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”

He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.

You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.

“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”

Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.

He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.

He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.

You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.

A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.

You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”

So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”

You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.

You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.

“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”

The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.

God damn, he was beautiful.

You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.

You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.

“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”

With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.

He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.

“Remind me to thank Justin.”


idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way 

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5x12 || 7x11

This is you breaking up with me. Yeah.

anonymous asked:

Lucien and Ernest with sentence starter 9 please

“Who do I have to beat up this time?” 

Lucien glances up at Ernest who is standing before him, and he wipes at his bloody nose with a ‘tch’ sound. “As if you’ve ever beaten anyone up before in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do.”

Ernest mutters a quiet ‘stupid’ as he plops himself down right beside Lucien with their backs against the brick wall. Lucien tries not to think much of his presence and looks down at his hand after pulling it away from his face. Still bleeding. He doesn’t get the time to even lift up his shirt to wipe it before Ernest is handing him a crumpled napkin from his pocket.

“…what happened, though?” Ernest asks, looking straight ahead as Lucien fixes himself up. The bloodied nose isn’t his only problem; he’s got a black eye blooming on his face, and his hands are scratched up. At least the latter means he probably fought back, if that’s even a comfort.

“Just that dick with the fugly beanie and his friends starting shit.”

“Vans guy?”

“Thrasher.”

Ernest nods in understanding.

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anonymous asked:

Writers played with us so hard lol. We took the bait. They put that moment in the trailer and that's all we have. There's no development and nothing more happened. I'm so tired of this show.

Well, I respect your opinion but I disagree with it.

First, and even though it’s not related to the romantic part, I love that they’re being co-leaders again. It’s been a constant this season. No matter if they’re together or not, they’re always working, learning and growing as leaders.

Second, I don’t think it’s a bad season for Bellarke.

4x01. Bellamy smirking “Besides, I could use a break from keeping you alive” “Thank you for keeping me alive”. Bellamy losing his south asian mind when Echo holds a sword to Clarke’s throat. “Ok, princess. What now?”

4x02. Bellamy being cute and trying to flirt. Bellarke supporting each other’s choices. Together™

4x03. They go on a day trip. “She’s lucky to have you. you keep her centered. You got it backwards” THE LIST!! - [Clarke staring at Bellamy while he’s asleep. “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list” Clarke nuzzling Bellamy and looking at him longingly]

4x05. They’re not together but this episode is literally focused on Clarke “I’m losing my caucasian mind” Griffin. Even Monty drops a sarcastic comment because he’s tired of hearing her ask for Bellamy. She’s willing to sacrifice her people to save him. + The last scene where Bellamy and Clarke are holding Octavia. Such a good cinematography btw.

4x06. They go on another day trip. Clarke comforting him. Bellamy being worried about her. Their smiles!!! Bellamy all soft saying “Clarke if I don’t see you again” Clarke calling him SPECIAL, looking him up and down and then looking away.

In my opinion 4x07 and 4x08 have been the best episodes so far. Although they have been separated, both episodes have been really important for them.

Before being pushed into a confession or kiss they need to solve certain problems. The characters need to be developed. I don’t know about you, but I want Bellamy to start to love himself and Clarke to be herself before they enter into a relationship.

There are 5 episodes left and they’re getting ready for whatever happens between them in S4b.

Safe ~ Jughead Jones

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Words: 392

Requested? : Yes

hi! I’m here to ask about requesting a fic. So um how about jughead x reader where they are hanging out at either one of their houses and just cuddling and kissing. Is that ok? I hope it is. Thank you.

Warnings: Fluff? Idk I’m not good at this tbh.

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s short, idk where my flow went. I changed up the request a little bit but I hope you don’t mind! Also, first Jughead imagine can I get a “hell yeah?” I’m weird sorry…


“Juggie?” I sighed quietly as I sat down in front of him at Pop’s. His head immediately popped up from his computer screen and with a smile he slammed it shut. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, taking my hands in his and kissing them lightly. He knew something was wrong when all I did was look down at the floor, lip between my teeth. My teeth were indenting my lip so much I almost thought I’d drawn blood.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I feel scared to leave my house in fear of being shot in the head. I wake up and I can barely breathe. I can’t comprehend that somewhere in our little town there could be a murderer.” I whispered tears brimming my eyes. “This town, something isn’t right here anymore since Jason. It’s like everyone is everyone’s enemy. Juggie, it’s like the whole town has a veil of evil hanging over us. You think I’m an absolute mad woman.” I sighed sadly and let the first tear fall. 

Jughead was quick to jump over the table instead of walking around to the other side like a normal person and embrace me tightly. I buried my head into his neck as he drew little patterns on my shoulders with his fingers.

“You’re not crazy, you’re not alone in feeling this way. So many other people are feeling sacred too, myself slightly included and I’m supposed to be a man. Doll, you’re not in this alone. I swear I’m gonna keep you safe and sound. Nothing and no one will hurt you as long as I’m around.” He said lovingly. I smiled lightly, a small surge of happiness suddenly over taking my body.

“Christ Juggie, I love you.” I sighed, placing a soft kiss to his neck. He shivered slightly at my touch but soon pulled me tighter into him. His arms held me protectively, keeping me safe in his little bubble.

“I love you too baby. I always will. And I promise I’ll keep you safe. Don’t worry about anything, I’m here.” He smiled placing small kisses to my head. 

And there in that booth we stayed until the early hours of the morning, hugging and kissing every few minutes. I knew I was safe with him. I knew he’d keep my safe. I couldn’t have been happier.

The Bookshop That Has (Almost) Everything

fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny

summary: Phil works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to suspect something’s up.

words: 7.3k

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“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can I ask you something?”

Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A Memoir” down on the counter.

“Do you actually need half of the books you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that, you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them all?”

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i.

Graveland’s Books is the kind of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate, or very lost.

It hides on the tail end of an alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out of 2016 and into the 18th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone shop sitting directly opposite, of course.

It’s not big in size, with a staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when you’re not concentrating properly.

But, for a job running along the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.

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It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 2)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 5,643

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The following week after you and Jungkook have agreed to fake a relationship is met with complete radio silence, neither one of you reaching out to the other. Or necessarily feeling the need to.

You try not to think too deeply about this. After all, the unspoken terms you and Jungkook have settled upon in the formation of this unlikely partnership have been to fake romantic feelings and adoration for each other when (and only when) it was needed. Only when friends needed to see and hear the pair of you interacting. Given that Hoseok hasn’t been bothering you much about the relationship, you hadn’t felt the need to send a text over to Jungkook. And since he hasn’t texted you, you can only assume that Taehyung isn’t giving him much of a hard time about this either.

For now.

It isn’t until the second week after the ‘first date’ that Hoseok finally decides to bring him up over Saturday breakfast, where he is participating in his early morning video game routine and you have just started to eat your freshly prepared breakfast sandwich.

“So how’s Jungkook doing?”

You choke on the egg of your meal. “What?”

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DAY-2~ Dance 

I watched The Eve performance and got instantly inspired for this ^^ welp, i know what i drew is kinda different from anything you see in the choreography, but it’s for another time to rethink different ideas xD

right now let’s enjoy a startled kyungsoo suddenly getting pulled down by jongin~

Day-1 . Day-2 . Day-3 Day-4 . Day-5 . Day-6 . DAY-7 . DAY-8

Don’t repost, reblog instead ^^

Pranked // Colby Brock

Prompt: You’re Colby’s girlfriend and he decides to prank you while you’re asleep, but you wake up feeling very shitty.

Warning: swearing, fluff

A/N: Idk if this is any good buttttttt yahhhhh

tag: @tomhlland1996

word count: 1,036

You rubbed your tired eyes to feel weird stuff on your face. Groaning, you opened your eyes to see balloons all over your body, actually your entire room was full of balloons. You looked around for a camera but couldn’t seem to find one. You sighed and fixed your hair quickly before getting up and trying to push yourself through the mass of the balloons, you had to find Colby.

“Colby Brock!” You yelled once you had almost made it to the bedroom door and thats when something popped up from under the balloons, causing you to scream bloody murder and fall. Colby held the camera up and continued to laugh at you. “Where’d you go?” He laughed and searched through the balloons but little did he know you crawled to a different spot. Good thing he closes his eyes when he laughs most times. He searched around, confused.

“Where the hell?” He moved balloons and soon he was close to you. You smirked and jumped up, screaming and pushing the balloons at him. “Y/N!” “Now clean up my room.” You smirked and left the room for him to begin cleaning. “What no!” He yelled back. “Yep. Its your prank, loser.” He groaned loudly and you heard and loud pop from the room. Colby squealed every time he popped once.

-the next day-

You woke up to feel sharp pains and you knew exactly what it was. You groaned and ripped the covers off of your body. Thankfully you had woke up just in time before you bled through your pants and onto your bed. Dragging your tired body into the bathroom, with different underwear and your box of tampons in hand. After cleaning up you grabbed an ibuprofen and popped it into your mouth. It hurt so bad you just couldn’t wait until it went away. It’s gonna be a long day, you thought to yourself.

You trudged back to your room and looked at the time. 5:36. You groaned loudly and fell back onto my bed, curling into a ball and falling asleep shortly after.

-

“Wake up I’m bored!” Colby barged in, you swear you almost sprung out of bed and stabbed him. “I swear to god Colby, let me sleep. I will actually fucking kill you.” You threatened, swinging your small fists at him. He whistled in response. “Damn somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” “Leave. Me. Alone.” You pulled the pillow over your face and kicked at him. Your stomach hurt so bad and you just wanted to sleep until the pain was gone. “Damn.” He said and left the room.

COLBYS POV

She was obviously on her period. Usually she’s mean but she never gets that mean. I smiled at the idea that popped into my head and grabbed my car keys. I ran out the door and drove to the nearest Walgreen’s. When I got there I grabbed everything I thought was necessary which included chocolate, ice cream, chips, her favorite tea and some more chocolate.

On the way out I seen the cutest teddy bear, it was pink with a black bowtie. I smiled and grabbed it, buying everything and heading home. Good thing we had a lot of movies that she liked at the house. I grabbed maze runner, twilight, pitch perfect and the mortal instruments from our movie collection, of course she added them there.

“Y/N.” I cooed as I walked into her room, everything in hand.  “Colby! Just go away.” She yelled and threw the pillow on the other side of the bed and looked at me with a death glare.  “I brought you presents.” I smiled and set everything on her bed, she sat up and looked at me with her eyebrows raised. “So we have chocolate, chips, ice cream, tea, this other weird caramel chocolate thing you like and these movies.”

She looked at everything and smiled at me brightly. Here are my boyfriend points of the week. “Oh I forgot something!” I ran down the stairs and grabbed the bear from the couch where I dropped it. “This too” i smiled and walked into her room, handing it to her. “You’re the best.” She smiled and pulled me over and hugged me, kissing my head. “So what movie first?” I turned to her and she said Twilight. I nodded and put the movie into the Xbox I handed down to her.

“Let’s begin.” I climbed into the bed and pulled her over so she was sat in between my legs. Her whole body tensed and she kinda kept a distance. “Its okay, relax.” I rubbed her arms and she melted into my body. She moved into a more comfortable position and laid her head on my collar bone. “Do you want me to rub your stomach?” I asked. Boyfriends do that right? 

She shook her head no, mumbling an “I’m okay.” and cuddled into me more. And that’s how the rest of our day went, us eating junk and watching her favorite movies. She was really moody the entire time but it was still the best day me and her have ever had together.

YOUR POV

You woke up in the arms of your boyfriend and everything felt so much better. He was still passed out so you wiggled yourself off of his lap and down the stairs and to the kitchen, you were starved. As you searched through the fridge you suddenly felt a pair of hands on your hips. You turned to be face to face with Colby.

His hair was a mess and he had light circles under his eyes. Even when just waking up he still looked gorgeous. You always felt so lucky to have him in your life. You smiled at the pretty boy and stood on your toes so you could place a soft kiss on his large, red lips.

“What are you doing?” He asked you, as if it wasn’t completely obvious. “I’m starving.” You turned yourself in his arms and began your search again. “Want to just go get Taco Bell or something?” He asked and turned you, pulling you closer to his warm, bare chest. “Yes please.”

Tyler Seguin - Persistent

Originally posted by mrsmariacrosby

Request: “  Can you make a Tyler Seguin one where you’re best friends and he keeps asking to date you but you’re resistant due to his reputation but he doesn’t stop trying and eventually you cave in? Hope you’re having a good day ❤️ “

idk about this one man. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

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there are THREE terribly amazing guys at my school whom i think i might be in love with

His Little Pyshco Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Hi, could you do a imagine where the reader is playing harley quinn and bill’s playing the joker? idk..

Warning: None

Note: Sorry it’s so short I wasn’t able to get much out of it. I’m so sorry  😅

It was your favorite time of the year.

No, not Christmas!

Fuck Christmas.

It was Halloween.

The year where you can go out in public and cosplay and scare people without getting strange looks or being called on the cops. Where you could carve jack o lanterns, cook pumpkin seeds in the oven, and of course dress up.

This year you and Bill did a couples costume where you were Harley Quinn and Bill was the joker. You decided to do the Batman Arkham games so you decided to go with Arkham City Harley well Bill did Arkham City Joker.

You were having too much fun practicing her Boston accent in the mirror well doing your makeup.

“C'mon pudding.” You said arching your eyebrows for a few seconds at how you had matched her tone perfectly.

You continued to say one liners in that voice until you were fully into your character stopping only to put on cherry red lipstick.

Mm, tasted like cherry too you noticed.

Bill finally came in wearing his joker suit with his skin white and a bit burnt just like his character in the game.

“Hey puddin’.” You cooed.

Bill laughed and you pouted cutely before saying in your normal voice, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’ you just look cute and crazy. My little psycho.” Bill said booping your nose.

You giggled and leaned forward kissing him sharing both of your lipstick.

“Let’s go scare some little kids!” You giggled lifting up your gigantic hammer.

Bill sighed and shook his head but wrapped his arm around your waist as you both headed out, as you said, to scare some little kids.

You were definitely his little psycho…

Epilogue: So sorry it’s so short I was drawing a blank at what to do 😓! Still good though hopefully? Idk. No hate comments though please.

a future // jonah marais

request: HI CAN I HAVE A SUPER ANGST JONAH THAT HAS A HUGE BUILD UP BUT ENDS IN A LOT OF FLUFF PLEASE TAG ME WHEN YOU POST IT SBKWN

i wrote like half of this on a nyc bus so i apologize if it’s shitty lmaoooo but i think this was good? idk i loved writing this but sorry if it’s choppy and stuff but i hope you guys enjoy!

triggers: cursing

HERE YOU GO @boomboomboomwayhoo I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MY LOVE


everything was beginning to feel wrong between y/n and jonah.

it started off small, almost miniscule. fights over the tiny things, like leaving the toilet seat up and not washing the dishes. small arguments that were resolved in a matter of minutes and kisses.

“babe!” y/n groaned in contempt, sighing deeply as she stared at the dishwasher.

“yeah babe?” jonah stuck his head out of the bedroom doorway, looking at his frustrated girlfriend.

“would you care to tell me why the dishwasher is still full after i asked you to empty it and put the dishes away?” she put her hands on hips, giving jonah an annoyed look. he sheepishly stepped out from the bedroom, walking to where y/n stood.

“i-i forgot about it. i’m sorry baby, i’ll put them away right now,” he offered, giving y/n a charming smile. almost instantaneously, her annoyance washed away, being replaced with the pure infatuation she had for this boy.

“thank you babe,” she smiled, leaning up and pressing a sweet kiss to jonah’s lips. he deepened the kiss, only to have y/n pull away a second later.

“nu-uh jonah, you have some dishes to put away,” and with that she waltzed away, leaving jonah with a full dishwasher and red cheeks.

then it escaladed into bigger things, not answering phone calls, not listening to what the other was saying. all cleared up with kisses and cuddles.

“jonah? babe? are you even listening to me?” y/n questioned, and irked tone being laced in her voice.

jonah shook himself out of his distracted daze. “what? oh, of course i was listening!” he tried to defend himself, but y/n knew better.

“if you were listening, then what was i talking about?” y/n inquired, rendering jonah completely silent. “yeah, that’s what i thought,” she huffed, turning away from him.

“baby i’m sorry okay? i promise that i’ll listen to every single word you say from now on,” he said, but y/n’s stubborn side was beginning to shine through.

“i-it just seems like you never listen anymore jonah,” she exclaimed, turning back towards him with pain in her eyes. his heart melted, guilt seeping through his skin.

“i promise that i will always listen to what you have to say baby, and i’m so sorry that it seems like i never listen, because i swear i do. i swear that for the rest of my days that i will listen to everything you say,” he pledged, causing a smile to form on her face.

“gosh, i love you jonah,”

“i love you more y/n.”

then, the big fights. being off the radar for hours, not texting back for what felt like days. ignoring, yelling, silence.


“you know what y/n? maybe if you weren’t so overbearing then we wouldn’t be having problems like this,” jonah yelled, causing the anger inside y/n to flame up even hotter than before. jonah had come home nearly four hours after the time he had promised, and y/n was mad. she had cooked dinner, which had already gone ice cold by the time jonah was finally home. and well, y/n was not ready to take any of jonah’s shit.

“me? overbearing? maybe if you would even try to come home on time, maybe i wouldn’t have to worry about you! i’m your girlfriend, not your fucking mother! you said you’d be home by five. guess what genius? it’s fucking nine thirty and you just came home!” she seethed at him, angry tears beginning to sting at the corners of her eyes. jonah scoffed angrily and clenched his fists.

“i was busy! they held us back at the studio, and afterwards i went out with the boys. we lost track of time! i don’t have to fucking tell you where i am all the time,” he shouted out, causing y/n to roll her eyes.

“so you can’t shoot me a text? tell me you’re gonna be late? tell me that i don’t have to take an hour out of my day to fucking cook?” she exclaimed, the hot tears beginning to roll down her face. she hastily wiped them away, the anger she felt coming in strong waves.

“i’m fucking sorry then okay? i’m sorry that my job requires me to stay late. i’m sorry i want to actually have a fucking social life, rather than stay locked up in the apartment like you,” jonah scoffed, gesturing about fiercely.

“excuse me? i’m in this apartment all day because i have work to do! i’m trying to get a fucking degree so i can have a future!” she paused in her yelling, breathing in deeply. “and now i can see that maybe i don’t have a future with you,” her voice trailed off, breaking slightly at the end of her sentence.

jonah’s breath caught in his throat, the pure anger he had felt moments again washing away when he heard the words come out of her mouth.

“w-what?” he whispered, nearly collapsing on the floor. they had fought before, but they always resolved it. it had never gone this far, neither of them ever thought it would go this far.

“i-i have to go. it’s best if i just, go.” she whimpered, grabbing her purse off the couch and rushing out of the door. jonah stood in shock for a moment before rushing out after her.

the night sky seemed even darker as he ran out, catching y/n as she started her car. there were no stars to be seen, the eerie moonlight shining down on the broken couple.

“y/n, please, i’m sorry baby,” he pleaded. tears began welling up in his eyes. y/n sighed, her own bloodshot eyes looking up into his teary blue ones.

“give me a reason.” she said, stepping out of the still running car.

“what?” jonah wiped away his tears, looking at y/n in confusion.

“give me a reason to stay,” she said, and jonah’s eyes widened, but he nodded. he took at moment to collect his jumbled thoughts before speaking.

“stay because-” he took in a deep breath. “stay because i love you more than anything in this world. i know we fight, and i know we don’t always see eye to eye. but no matter what, i know we’re strong enough to get through it,”

“stay because you’re my sunshine, you’re my light. you’re the most amazing girlfriend i could ever imagine, and i don’t deserve any bit of you. but for some reason you’ve stayed so long, despite me being a complete dickhead so often,” this made y/n smile just a bit.

“stay because even though you said you can’t imagine a future for us, i can. and i’m willing to do anything for you to start imagining one too, because you, y/n y/l/n, are the most important thing in my life, and a life without you isn’t one i’m willing to imagine.” he was practically on his knees at this point, looking up at the girl he loved with his whole heart.

y/n’s eyes began tearing up again, but this time not out of anger or sadness. it was out of the pure beauty of jonah’s words.

“i was lying,” she mumbled, causing jonah to furrow his brows in confusion.

“lying about what?”

“lying about not seeing a future with you,” she looked up into jonah’s eyes. “because, i see a future with you so bright it’s practically blinding. there is nothing i want more than to be with you until the end of time jonah marais roth frantzich,” she breathed out. a wide grin painted itself on his face.

“i love you so fucking much, no matter what happens. because me and you,” he paused, but y/n jumped in before he could finish.

“we’re in it for life,” she finished, crashing her lips onto his. he deepened the kiss, relishing in the feeling of her warm lips finally being on his. they stood there kissing for what felt like hours before the broke apart, gasping for breath.

“can we go inside now? it’s kinda cold,” she mumbled, being met with a laugh and a nod. they ran inside hand in hand, laughing lightly together. they were already inside when jonah came to a realization.

“oh shit,” he groaned, getting a perplexed look from y/n.

“what is it jo?” she asked him.

“we left the car on.”

and so they went back outside again.

Insecure

Pairing: Evan Hansen x reader

Words: 896

Warnings: None? Self hate? Mostly just self hate

Requested by @sxwer: okokok so i have another request! how about one where Evan feels slightly insecure about his body and how he isn’t the most outgoing and the reader is like “no!! let me tell you how wonderful you are !!”

A/N: I don’t often write from a different perspective so I hope this was ok?? It was pretty easy bc i just filled it with self hate, so i just wrote my own thoughts rip ((I’ve had Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill playing since I got home it’s going great hope y’all are having good days too)) (((Also what I mean by “pushed through the two doors” is that my highschool has two different doors you have to open to get into?? Idk if that’s normal but ye two doors)))

Evan stared in the mirror, a frown on his face. Discarded shirts littered the floor around him as he tried to find something he didn’t look terrible in. Letting out a sigh, he tossed another shirt onto the ground.

I hate this. He thought to himself, brows furrowed together in frustration.

Glancing at the clock, he realized he was almost late. Quickly, he threw on a blue polo shirt and ran out the door.

On the way to school he tried to push the negative thoughts out of his mind but they kept swarming around until they were all he could focus on.

When the school was in sight, he took a deep breath, pushing through the two doors. Students crowded around the hallways, bumping into each other and talking loudly.

“Evan!” A voice called out to him. Spinning around, he saw Y/N. She raced towards, him, a smile on her face. It quickly faded when she saw him more clearly. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Nothing.” He responded, a little too quickly.

Y/N frowned, and opened her mouth to speak before the bell rang shrilly through the speakers.

“Oh, I gotta go, Evan. Bye!” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before he watched her rush down the hall to get to class.

He turned, on his way to his own class.

Can’t you just learn how to talk to people? God, you’re so lame.

He frowned, hunching over slightly as he passed a group of students.

Why is it so hard for you to socialize?

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they filled his mind again.

You can’t even tell your girlfriend your feelings, that’s so-

“Yo, Hansen!” Jared unmistakable voice rang out, snapping him out of thought.

“Hey, Jared.” He smiled, walking next to him as they arrived to their first class together.

The school day went by slowly, as it did every day.

“Hey Evan!” Y/N greeted, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hey.” He responded quietly, waving slightly.

“Are you ok?”

“Fine.” He lied, ignoring the concerned look on her face.

“Let’s just,” she paused for a moment. “Can I come over?”

With a nod, Evan began his journey home with Y/N.

“You’re sure you’re fine?” She questioned once more after a few minutes of silence.

“Positive.”

Do you realize how annoying you’re being? She keeps asking and you keep blowing off her questions. That’s so fucking annoying, Evan-

“I hope you’re ok.” Y/N whispered, glancing up at Evan’s house. “We’re here.”

Y/N opened Evan’s door, surprised to find the floor littered with different shirts.

“Oh!” Evan quickly sprung into action, frantically grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving them into a hamper. “Sorry I just-” He blinked, thinking of a lie. “I just didn’t know what to wear.”

“That’s fine.” Y/N smiled reassuringly, taking a seat on Evan’s bed as he tossed the last of the shirts in the hamper.

“Sorry.” He repeated, breathless from running around his room grabbing clothing.

Time passed quickly as the two of you relaxed, lying silently on Evan’s bed.

“Y’know, if something’s wrong you can tell me.” Y/N’s voice broke the silence.

Evan sighed, “You won’t let up until I tell you, right?”

With a nod, Y/N sat up attentively with Evan sitting up as well.

“I just-” He stopped, thinking. “I just didn’t like what i looked like,, in any of them…” He muttered, nodding towards the hamper filled with clothes.

A second went by before Evan stood up nervously.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I told you that I-”

“Evan!” Y/N cut him off, standing next to him, “You’re wonderful, listen to me.”

They both sat back down. Evan stared at the floor, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.

“You’re the nicest person i’ve ever met. Never forget that, ok?”

Evan laughed lightly in disbelief.

“I mean it. You’re amazing and talented and sweet. And I bet you looked great in every one of those shirts!” She finished, pointing to the clothes.

Evan couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He risked a glance towards Y/N, who quickly leaned forward and crashed her lips against his. He nearly jumped back in surprise, eyes wide. Quickly, he melted into the kiss, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N ended up spending the night, talking to Evan in a soothing voice for hours, watching the sky grow darker outside his window.

De Todas Las Cosas Buenas-- Usnavi de la Vega

Request!:  Can you do a fic for Usnavi where reader steals his clothes and fluffiness ensues please?

Paring: Usnavi de la Vega X Reader

Wc: 565

Tw: mentions of a one night stand, anxiety?, shyness, half-nakedness, mentions of rumors starting

OKAY I TRIED MY BEST! IM NOT GOOD AT FLIRTING SO IDK AND ALSO iveneverreadausnavificbefore SO I HAVE NOTHING TO BASE HIS PERSONALITY THAN THAT FROMT EH MUSICAL SO IM SORRY IF I FUVKED UP!!! All right, on with the fic!

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You woke up to the sun shining through your-

Wait.

This isn’t your apartment.

You instantly got up, and walked around to look for any sign of whose apartment it was that you were in.

After seeing a few familiar things, you sighed in relief. That didn’t last long as you realize the only possible explanation for you to be in Usnavi de la Vega’s bed was if you slept with him. Though you didn’t mind sleeping with him, it wasn’t something you wanted to happen while you were drunk.

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