in terms of hugs i mean

I wonder if there is a fundamental pathological reason that everyone is my son whom I want to hug and protect? I’m not even kidding, I don’t care what gender or age or physicality you are, you are my son and I will protect you. My mum? She’s my son, I will protect. Book characters? Also my son, I will protect. That hedgehog I just saw. Son. Will protect.

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’
- ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’
- alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again
- 'do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’
- weird slang terms
- 'i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’
- vague embarrassment regarding ur accent
- 'oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’
- no real hugs :((
- suffering
- fahrenheit vs celsius
- the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

the best parts of the raven boys (featuring me crying)

- adam and ronan literally dragging each other on moving dollys behind the bmw like what nerds

- “if it had a social security number, ronan had fought with it”

- noah told them like 400 times that he was dead why was this news

- ronan being so extra about picking fights with declan. school? sure. monmouth? hell yea. nino’s parking lot? let’s fuckin go!!!

- the first thing blue ever sees ronan do is run into the light hanging above the booth at nino’s #clumsygay™

- ronan’s number on the nino’s bathroom stall door (honestly what the fuck)

- president cell phone

- gansey describing his friends as “the sulky one” and “the smudgy one”

- take a shot every time blue or adam call gansey condescending 

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Yuuri and Emotional Vulnerability

I was doing some thinking on this line of Yuuri from episode 4’s beach scene and, even though it’s been done to death by now, I’d like to talk a bit about it.

What Yuuri is talking about, and what the entire crux of the issue is, is that Yuuri feels that showing emotions and being emotionally vulnerable is a sign of weakness. To go even further, he feels that having these emotions at all makes him weak. In turn, at any point that he thinks someone has seen this ‘weakness’, he proceeds to push them away and run from the issue for as long as he possibly can.

He does this time and time again. In episode 4 we’re presented with an example of this in the short term: he pushes Victor away and hides at home instead of going to the rink. This isn’t just an issue that has haunted him in the short term, however. From a more long-term perspective, he’s pushed away friends and family; the example he tells us is when he pushed away the girl who saw him upset and tried to hug him. We also see the same pattern with the girl who made him the music.

This habit hasn’t only affected him in the past and present, but it’s also impacted his future. What I mean is that this issue is inextricably tied to his confidence. Everyone has emotions, and everyone has times in which they are emotionally vulnerable. Yuuri has been suppressing this for so long that he’s been crushing his confidence in himself at the same time.

But during their talk at the beach, Yuuri has an incredibly big realization. Through Victor’s words and actions, as well as the influence of Yuuri’s friends and family, Yuuri sees that having emotions is not a weakness. That it’s okay to be emotionally vulnerable in front of other people. That having these emotions, and showing them, does not make you weak – it makes you human.

When we look at Victor’s lines during this scene, we come to realize that this is the exact message he is trying to impart to Yuuri. He starts with opening up and being emotionally vulnerable first by admitting he misses St. Petersburg and didn’t have a firm direction for his future in mind. He then follows that up by telling Yuuri that he himself, along with everyone else around them, does not see Yuuri as being weak. Victor’s trying to tell Yuuri that having emotions, such as his own homesickness and loss of direction, does not make him weak. And neither does showing them.

I think, in this moment, this is exactly the words Yuuri needed to hear. He’d come close to the realization before, when he noticed that his friends and family don’t see him as weak and that they know to give him space when he needs it, but it hadn’t fully clicked into place yet. Victor’s words serve as the affirmation Yuuri needs to start to see how others view his emotions/emotional vulnerability and Yuuri uses Victor’s own vulnerability as the launching point for this realization.

We immediately see the affects this revelation has on Yuuri. The first thing he does is open up and apologize to Victor for avoiding him. As the cherry on top, Yuuri even admits why he did – because he felt that having these emotions would make him “weak” and he wanted to hide those “shortcomings” from Victor.

Yuuri then immediately reaches out to someone he’d avoided for what might have been years, someone he had avoided simply because he felt guilty for turning down her work and not wanting to show how that had affected him. He had run from his feelings but, through Victor’s help, was finally able to face them.

But Yuuri doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t look only at the past and the present; he also looks to the future. He opens himself up enough to admit to Victor that he wants to reach his level. Not only that, but Yuuri also asks Victor himself for his help to do it.

After this, and all the way through the rest of the series, we see how this life lesson has impacts his thoughts and actions. Yuuri finds himself admitting things to himself that he was barely able to realize he felt before – such as wanting to win gold at the previous year’s Grand Prix Final.

In the end, this one conversation opened Yuuri’s eyes to so much more than just his emotions – it opened him up to new experiences and, in turn, enriched every other aspect of his life.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Love your account it's great! I have a request though! Could you pretty please with Sprinkles on top do a RFA react to a bisexual MC. Please and thank you my fellow defender of justice

This was a very good request because I can very much relate, being pansexual. To all my queer friends out there- you rock and keep being gay you ~H x

RFA with a bisexual MC


-At first, this poor bean thinks that you’re telling him because you want to leave him for a girl
-So he gets all upset
-You’re confused
-“I- I understand if you want to leave me, MC,” he manages to choke out
-You have to explain to Yoosung that you don’t want to break up
-The reason you’re telling him is because you don’t want to leave this vital piece of information out of your relationship
-He understands after that and manages to compose himself
-Yoosung totally gets it, though
-He has friends at school who are bi and gay and pan and ace etc.
-He’s very happy to support you
-And as long as you’re not leaving him, he loves being with you no matter what


-C’mon we all know Zen is a ‘deny the bi’ kind of person
-We all see you flirting with Jumin, honey
-But when it comes to you, he’s absolutely thrilled to find out
-He thinks it makes you really interesting
-However, he also checks that you haven’t thought of leaving him for a girl
-Just to tease him you say that Jaehee’s been looking very hot lately
-His face is priceless
-When you crack up laughing he knows it was just a joke
-You weren’t really joking- she is very hot
-He’s not that up to date with all the terms, though so you have to educate him
-But he totally supports you


-Her initial reaction is to internally go ‘yessssssss’
-Because she’s in love with you and this means that you are actually into girls and gives her a chance!
-Meanwhile, you’re trying to drop a subtle hint that you like Jaehee as more than a friend
-So you’re nicely surprised when she responds
-“Me too.”
-Wait, what?
-The two of you end up hugging and laughing at the sudden confession
-“I only recently discovered it actually,” you said.
-“I did too actually,” Jaehee laughed.
-You’re getting your hopes up here
-A bit too up
-Naturally, you end up blurting out
-“It was you that made me realise.”
-Jaehee goes bright red
-Oh no, what did you do, you just ruined the friendship
-Until Jaehee replies
-“I really need to stop copying everything you’re saying,” she smiled, “But me too.”
-You stand there in shock for a minute
-Did Jaehee just… confess back?
-To answer that question, Jaehee steps forwards, cups your face in her hand and kisses you
-That coming out went better than expected


-He was raised in a homophobic environment
-And he only ever met people who had bad things to say about the LGBT+ community
-So you were very nervous about telling him
-Jumin himself is very opened minded compared to his colleagues and peers
-And he’s very happy that you tell him
-“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier, Princess,” he said.
-“I was worried you wouldn’t accept me,” you admitted.
-“There is nothing you could say or do that would make me not accept you,” Jumin smiled.
-Awww now he’s making you blush
-“Maybe that’s why you can appreciate Elizabeth the 3rd’s beauty,”
-Ok, never mind
-You have to explain that No, Jumin, you are not into bestiality
-Just bisexuality
-You say that you’ll make sure to keep it secret from the reporters that come butting into your life
-But Jumin says not to
-He tells you this is a part of who you are and he doesn’t want you to hide it
-Not from him, not from anyone


-You have nothing to worry about around Seven
-He’s lived life as a secret agent- there isn’t really anything he won’t accept
-So when you tell him, his response is
-You’re a bit surprised by that
-“Well, I say I like all genders so I guess that would be pansexual, but we’re close enough!”
-Either way, you’re very happy that he accepts you
-And that would explain why he’s always flirting with Yoosung
-Next time you go on a date, Seven suggests that both of you point out hot boys or girls and the other has to rate them out of ten to see if your tastes are similar
-You’re regretting telling him already
-Because of the similarity, though, it really strengthens your relationship
-Until Seven jokes about a threesome
-At least you’re pretty sure he’s joking
-You quickly shut that idea down


-His reaction is a confused expression
-“What’s that?”
-Poor bean is too precious for this world someone please protect him
-You explain what being bisexual is and he looks even more confused
-“I thought you were just meant to go off personality, not gender. Why does that even matter?”
-You’re pretty sure that means he’s probably demisexual
-Or MC-sexual only
-You explain that most people usually go off the gender of a person as to whether they’d date them or not
-Saeran thinks that’s stupid
-But he’s very happy to support you because this is obviously very important to you
-You’re relieved because at least he isn’t judgmental about sexuality
-Even if he is about everything else


-As if this boy isn’t going to support you
-As soon as you come out, V starts a huge encouraging speech
-All about ‘embracing yourself’, ‘never being afraid of who you are’, ‘he loves and supports you no matter what’ and ‘always tell him everything about you.’
-He also mentions how thankful he is that you told him
-He would have supported you no matter what
-This boy just loves you so much
-But please don’t be a cult leader because that he might not accept

Eight/Kol Mikaelson Smut

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Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Can you do a Kol Mikaelson smut, where your Hope’s bestfriend and he secretly likes you.. it gets heated, and when you guys finish Hope walks in… (obvi Hope and them are older) THANKS!!!

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On a Really Basic Itty-Bitty Level

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairing: Logicality/PTA Sanders (Logan-centric)

Summary: “ No matter how long you’ll live, you’ll never touch another human being.”  Based on @the-prince-and-the-emo‘s post, Logan struggles with the weight knowledge can bring, and Morality comforts him with his own weird perspective.

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), existentialism(?), dubious science

Hi there! So this is my first Sander’s Sides fic, and the first thing I’ve written in like three months, lol. I’m trying to get back into it. I really hope you enjoy, let me know what you think and if i should write more :)

@sanders-sideblog​ asked me to tag, so here you go, thank you so much for the encouragement! I’m going to go ahead and tag @prinxietys​ and @dan-yuna​ because they’re also cool inspirational writers (hope you don’t mind) 

Now that that small novel is done, let’s get to the actual fic!

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anonymous asked:

What do you think would've happen if Ahsoka was executed? Would there be any change? Would Anakin still turned to the dark side? And more importantly, how would he react once he eventually found out Bariss was the culprit after his padawan's demise?

Oh gosh, Anon. First of all, I would like to point out you listed “Ahsoka” and “executed”, and then followed it with “Would Anakin still turn to the dark side?” 

I think what you mean is…”How much more quickly would Anakin be sped towards the Dark Side?” Cause’ it’s not a matter of if that will happen at that point. It will.

He will. Like a runaway train.

Take note that one of the few times where Anakin actually hugs Ahsoka was after she had literally died

Ahsoka’s death would weigh on him more heavily than if she left the Order and that was already a hard thing for him to come to terms to (if he ever did). This would render Anakin into a state of absolute grief (yet again) and he might even become more volatile because of it. 

The pattern seems prevalent. How did he react upon his mother’s death? How did he react when he thought Obi Wan was dead? Not well. And even worse? With a vengeance.

I don’t know if Barriss would survive it.

Things you learn from reading original scripts of the PotC movies

aka “why wasn’t some of this stuff in the movies”

  • Ragetti ran away from home to become a sailor and is only happy when he’s at sea (aw)
  • Bootstrap is… not the sharpest pickle in the barrel, but we still love him
  • Gibbs has at least one sister. Her husband is a lawyer in London; he’s on good terms with them both. He’s not on good terms with several other women’s husbands.
  • Davy’s original response to “shall we sign it in blood, I mean ink” was “let’s not and say we did”
  • After which Jack offered to hug him. I’m not making this up.
  • Beckett’s death scene was originally going to be a lot nastier- dragged under and drowned when the EITC banner landed on top of him in the water
  • Beckett himself was originally intended to be closer to Governor Swann’s age, and a smoker

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

“Oppa!” you exclaimed when you Jin in his black gown and cap. You tried waving at him, but your hands were full. He beamed at you and jogged over. “Congratulations!”

He laughed and hugged you tightly before pulling you to his side. “어, 고마워 우리 귀여운 동생이~”

You beamed at him and handed him a bouquet of flowers and small box of coffee. “Congratulations for graduating, oppa! You finally graduated!”

“Ya, what do you mean finally?” he scolded as you linked arms with him and began walking. “For your information, I was only delayed by a term.”

You nodded along, “Okay, okay, it’s your graduation. I will laugh at all of your jokes during your speech later.”

He frowned at you and you only laughed again. “But seriously, congratulations. I’m kinda sad that you’re leaving.” your grip on his arm tightened unconsciously. “I mean, you’re like my real brother, I’m going to miss you nagging at me.”

“Wa…” he let out in disbelief. “ must be so happy.” Jin noticed that you had another bouquet tucked between your arms, so he nodded towards it. “Who’s that for? The other guy?” 

“Yeah, his name is not banned anymore, you know.” your wrinkled your nose at him. “He’s graduating too, so I’m here to congratulate him. You know that he doesn’t have a great relationship with his parents.”

Jin shrugged in response. “Fair enough. Are you happy though? Will this make you happy?”

“Hmmm…” you thought for a second. “You know, by now, I thought I’d still be confused and sad. I thought I’d regret the decision I made, but strangely, I’m just… fine. I’m not jumping for joy everyday, but I’m not crying either. It’s really weird, I guess time really heals all wounds.” 

Jin glanced down at you and patted your head. “That’s great, that makes me feel relieved. You know what, no more boys! Boys just suck the life out of you.” you giggled, shaking your head. “Don’t tell me… Wait, it’s still him? After all these time? I thought you didn’t want to…”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Now that I took a step back from all of them, I finally realized the true answer. After all the trouble it took to arrive at that answer, I just want to take my time and heal. I’m letting the story unfold by itself.” you two started to walk more slowly as you approached the graduation hall. 

“What about all that talk about choosing the one you love?” Jin raised his eyebrow at you, but you only looked ahead.

“It’s not that I’m not choosing him, it’s just that I’ve waited such a long time to make this choice that I don’t want to ruin it just because I rushed into things.” you let out a huge breath, feeling as if you had just unloaded a heavy burden off your back. 

Jin broke free from you and held you within arm’s length. “Look at you, eo? Look at where you are, look at where you started… You’ve come so far and you’ve grown so much.” 

You easily felt the tears well in your eyes. “I couldn’t have done without you being there for me. Thank you so much, Seokjin-oppa.” your lower lip jutted out as you tried to hold in your tears.

Jin laughed boisterously, his infamous ahjae laugh that didn’t suit his face, and ruffled your hair. “Aigoo, you’re still a crybaby. You’re a big girl now, you don’t need me anymore.”

You smacked his chest and headed inside with him to the graduation hall. He gave a splendid speech as the outgoing student council president and brilliantly turned an ahjae joke into an inspiring quote. 

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” he asked and everyone was prepared for the punchline. “…because it wasn’t afraid to take risks.”

The crowd exploded in cheers and you clapped along. 

When the ceremony had ended, you searched through the crowd, looking for one person. Somehow, it felt like deja vu. You were always the one looking for him and today, you were looking for him as well.

Finally, you spotted him with a number of girls congratulating him and his thesis mates taking pictures with him. You watched from a considerable distance quietly. You waited for him to notice you and when he did, you waved the bouquet at him.

Min Yoongi, with his black hair and perfect skin, always looked good in black, but seeing him in his graduation robes somehow made your heart swell with pride, but with such surge in emotions also came memories of that night six months ago…

“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”

“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”

“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands.

“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”

You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”

“Yes. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be saying all of these if I didn’t think that I don’t deserve a second chance.” Yoongi pleaded you with his eyes, something that you were seeing for the first time in your life.

You were quiet for a very long time because you sorted out all the possible answers that you could give Yoongi until you realized… he didn’t need an answer. “Exactly.” The word was out before you knew it and you could see Yoongi’s pupils shaking, trying to search your face for explanations. “You see, I don’t believe that. Love should be selfless… I just, I don’t why you’re doing this to me!” your voice shook until it died down to a whisper. “왜, 윤기야? 지금 왜? Why didn’t you hold onto me when I was giving myself to you? Why are you trying to get me back now when I finally moved on from you?”

“I…” Yoongi was flustered, it was obvious that this was not the answer he expected. “I…didn’t have a choice.”

“Bullshit, Yoongi.” you spat out and shot out of the chair. “You always have a choice, I had a choice… a choice that led me to you a long, long time ago.” The image of the picture on your table suddenly crossed your mind. “I decided to love you and I spent years doing that because I thought that once I made my decision, I couldn’t change my mind, but now…” you tried to catch your breath. “I think I can, so I’m choosing for myself. I choose me. Believe it or not, in the past few months that I wasn’t with you, I learned how to live. I stopped waiting for you the moment you chose to look the other way. More than anything, I chose to move on. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you all these time.”

You took slow steps towards him and he looked at you with a lopsided smile. “Did you get me flowers?”

You chuckled at his mocking tone, glad that you were able to talk to him like this again. “No. Jimin got you flowers as an apology for not being able to come since he’s performing for that end of the year thing tomorrow. He’ll try to catch us at dinner though.”

He shrugged and accepted the bouquet nonetheless. “Thanks anyway.”

“Congratulations on graduating.” you smiled genuinely at him and he received it graciously with a slight nod. “Come on, I’ll buy you jjajangmyun.” you turned around to leave and Yoongi caught your wrist.

“나 진짜 안되겠니?” The way he enunciated each word already told you how much he hesitated to ask.

You turned slightly, just enough to look him in the eye. “나도 모르겠어. 미인해. But I’m here, I’m still going to be your best friend. Nothing’s ever going to change that.”

석진오빠 - Seokjin-oppa

어디에요 - Where are you?

왜 - Why?

ㅎㅎㅎ - H h h (Hahaha?)

어, 고마워 우리 귀여운 동생이~ - Eo, thank you, our cute dongsaeng.

왜, 윤기야? 지금 왜? - Why, Yoongi-yah? Why now?

나 진짜 안되겠니? - Can’t it really be me?

나도 모르겠어. 미인해. - I also don’t know. I’m sorry. 

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon/ReaderxJimin/Readerx?

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: this also deviated a lot from my original outline AND SCRIPT. Which is ultra rare, but I liked how it came out. YO AT THAT HAMILTON REFERENCE THO and yay for more Seokjin! and the jjajangmyun reference. come on. But honestly, who got scared that it was going to be Y/N and Jin? hahaha send me a #TeamSeokjin in the ask!

The bakusquad plays laser tag

Dedicated to @therealsimlop for the great idea/prompt.

- the arcade they hang out installed a laser tag room and Mina, Kirishima and kaminari insist on playing.

- Sero goes along for the hell of it and they appeal to bakugou’s need to prove he’s the best at everything.

- but then kami is like ‘I bet I can kick all your asses’ and baby no just no.

- lemme just say this is the most competitive group of friends ever idk how they function its such a mess.

- so they make it a contest. Last man standing names his terms.

- they go in with three middle schoolers and?? As soon as the countdown is over the middle schoolers are out they didnt even blink the poor babes.

- a cool thing is that they allow the use of quirks. Another mistake? Let’s just go with everyone is crazy.

- Kirishima is out first. Sorry but no amount of neon lights can hide his hair. Also Sero is an insanely good shot. Insanely good. Poor Kiri.

- next out was kaminari. He actually lasted a rather long time. He’s good at evasion an is a decent shot. But. Sero. Is s o g o o d.
Got him in the back.

- someone needs to take Sero out.

- Mina is a goddess.

- she blends in with all the neon lights so well. She also has a good reaction time (canon) so she dodges shots really well.

- it was bakugou that shot Sero while he was tracking Mina. Mina contemplayes shooting herself and saving herself the trouble.

- decides to at least try.

- lasts longer than expected because being a part of the squad means knowing how to r u n l i k e h e l l.

- but its bakugou.

- and he corners her and shoots her in her head piece (she still has nightmares)

- you can hear his victory yelling from the street and they almost get kicked out (again)

- they congratulate him and ask what his terms are.

- this bitch is like “beating you losers is payment enough decide for your fucking selves” (remind me why I Stan him??)

- so they come up with these coupons for stuff like “we’ll leave you alone for one hour” “you can freely roast whoever gave you this coupon without them making a come back”

- they slip in ones like “good for one group hug” which he uses but claims didnt mean to use (soft boi)

- needless to say this becomes their end of week thing.

- the next time they gang up on bakugou to all win.

- their condition was that he had to cook lunch for all of them for that week.

- was he happy? Fuck no. Did he unintentionally learn what they like from what they don’t because of it? Hell yes.

-they let kaminari win o n c e because it was his birthday. (There was another time when he won fair and square and they were so shocked the didnt move for two hours)

- when Mina won she told them to go buy her something.

- they when a bought her the ugliest brightest most outrageous crop top in neon orange thinking she’d hate it but she loved it so much she actually cried tears.

- girl I love you but Please.

- kami just wanted bakugou to do all his homework (he’s a simple boy with simple needs)

- Sero won and his seemed harmless. Just a simple videos they could all watch on YouTube.

- listen. If Sero invites you to watch videos on YouTube. Do not accept. Please.

- ever heard of happy tree friends? Llamas with hats? Popee the performer? Hell make you watch them all.

- he’s immune to everything at this point. The others? Not so much.

- Kiri just wants to go on adventures. Cave exploring. Hiking. Chilling with his friends. (do they often let him win? Yes yes they do)

Door Knobs

(A/N): Here it is after so long I finally put something new out. I hope you guys like it! Also this was a bunch of requests put together so I won’t actually put them all up here.

warnings: none that I am aware of, pregnancy, brief mention of possible miscarriage, knowing me probably language at some point but I don’t think I actually put any in there.

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“(Y/N)! This is the fourth door handle this week. Eventually Tony is going to question why we keep buying so many new ones!” Nat whisper yells at you from the floor as she replaces yet another door handle for you. “Or at least learn how to replace them yourselves!”

“Please Tony is so oblivious he didn’t even notice that I moved in for two weeks. And eventually I will tell Steve and he will probably fix them for me. I’m too lazy to actually learn how to do this. Besides in a few months Tony will probably have a robot who can do this for me.” You reply from your perch on the side of the bathtub”

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Study Help|| Spencer Reid Imagine

Originally posted by matthewgrayistherightway

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2031

Summary: You are PhD student studying at the library when you find that you certain book would greatly help you, but you can’t seem to find it and a kind stranger comes to help.

Warnings: Studying(is that a warning?) Major adorable Spencer Reid Fluff


It was a Friday night, and you had situated yourself in the large library in with a cup of coffee in hopes of getting some studying done for your upcoming criminology final. The library was mostly empty except for a few people browsing books and using the computers. It was the ideal time to study as most people would rather be out partying than quietly hitting the books.

You sat at a table near the glass wall overlooking the path to the front entrance. Reading over your textbook and taking notes in your notebook, you occasionally sipped your coffee and calmly worked. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a rather tall, lanky man stroll up to the large metal doors seemingly in a world of his own. He had taken your attention away from your books, and now you found yourself watching him as he opened the heavy doors with ease. He seemed to know exactly where he was going as he strode past the front desk into the large rows of towering shelves disappearing out of your sight. You returned to your textbook putting the man out of your mind.

After about an hour, you came to the section on gendering the criminal that was weak spot for you, but you remember reading a book title just last week in the back room of the library when looking for an article on a similar topic. You stood, pushing your chair out from the table, and made your way back to what you had dubbed the “Archives” which was a small room tucked in the corner of the library that housed “ancient” research papers. As you walked, you let your eyes wander over the walls of books stopping occasionally to pick up one quickly before remember you quest and placing the book where it had previously been placed.

When you reached the small room, you were shocked to see the man from earlier with articles, books and notes placed haphazardly surrounding him as he looked through them rather quickly. You watched from the corner of your eye as you walked past him to get to your destination, the lowest shelf of a large metal bookshelf that was tucked in the corner of the room farthest from the man and out of his sight range.

You started your search through the many articles with the one you read just last week and looked in the surrounding area. Curiously, it wasn’t where you swore you had seen it. You took a moment and a deep breath enjoying momentarily the quiet of the room. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the man flipping through his papers. You began your search again. 

After what seemed like decades of checking, double checking, and checking again, you were frustrated and ready to give up. The time you had spent on your knees in front of the book shelf had been fruitless and wasted valuable library time. Though you were sure that the article was supposed to be right there, you slammed a book you had just been holding back down and got up off the floor ready to go back to your textbook and notes and move in from the study until a later date. 

The sound of the book hitting the metal had alerted the previously undisturbed man of your presence. You could see him looking at you when you stood and his expression seemed to say he hadn’t even noticed you were in the room. he stared at you for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

“Are you looking for something in particular?” He asked. His voice was steady and calming almost as if he was in some way trying to talk me down. You recognized the tone. It was similar to the one your mother used to use when you would get angry as a child which wasn’t a frequent event, but one that happened enough to leave a lasting memory. He held a calm demeaner as he looked at you from his spot on the floor. There were two small grouping of metal bookshelves between you making it hard for you to see more than his head peaking between the shelves from his spot of the floor.

You nodded before answering him, “Yeah, and I swear it was here just last week, but it isn’t where I thought it was.”

You looked back at the book shelf with residual frustration wanting to kick it or something along those lines to release your pent-up anger. When you looked back to the man, he had gotten off the floor and was making his way around the shelves toward you. Now that you were standing by him, you could attest to his tall height and lanky build. He seemed to be at least 6 feet and seemed to have very little body fat. It took him no more than five strides to make it to you.

“What article are you looking for? Maybe I can help,” He spoke with a confidence that was previously absent. If you didn’t know better, you would have guessed he was a librarian, just waiting for someone to ask him where something was. You looked at his towering figures slightly shocked that this stranger was so willing to come to my aid, but then again, you did live in Washington D.C. where hundreds of people lived whose jobs where to help by any means at their disposal.

You glanced to the book shelf again, looking over the weathered spins of books in desperate need of repair. You really did need help, but you were unsure if this man with kind hazel eyes was the person you should be asking. For all you know he could be a kidnapper or murderer, but from a glance over him at him you thought you could rule that out. His socks didn’t even match.

“You are more likely to be abducted by someone you know than a complete stranger, if you were afraid of something like that,” he said that in such a tone that you weren’t going to argue with him about it. You just nodded and looked down at his shoes. They were a ratty pair of black low top converses. You couldn’t help a small smile slip onto your face as you were wearing an equally messy pair of black high-top converses.

“Masculinities and Crime: Critique and Reconceptualization of Theory by James W. Messerschmid published in 1993,” you said looking up at him. He gave you a small smile in return.

“If I remember correctly it should be placed right…” He side-stepped slightly and crouched down to the bottom shelf. You watched him run a finger along several different titles drawing out the word right. Hair fell into his eyes as he searched. The task at hand seemed to engross him as you watched him silently. You couldn’t help yourself from thinking about how attractive this man was.

“Here!” he nearly screamed pulling out the small book with a look of pride on his face. Sure enough, he held out the book you had been searching for. You looked between him, the book and the shelf and felt your face heating up. You had been looking at the wrong book shelf the whole time. You took the book from him awkwardly nodding. Your hands brushed his. It felt like someone had lit your whole body on fire in a good way. The blush that already graced your face deepened, and you bit your lip to stop a huge grin from overtaking your face.

“Thank you, I guess I was looking in the wrong place,” You said. He let a small chuckle and shrugged his shoulders.

“It happens to the best of us, not to me, but I mean most people look in the wrong place for things all the time. Not saying that I am better than most people, because I’m not. Well, I am in some regards because I have an IQ of 187 and eidetic memory as well as three PhDs, but that doesn’t inherently mean that I am better than people personality wise just in terms of memory and knowledge I am. Not saying that others are lesser than me because that is definitely not what I’m implying. I don’t’ believe anyone is lesser than anyone else, but I feel like maybe I should just stop talking now,” He spoke rather quickly letting out everything that seemed to be on his mind all at once. Now it was your turn to laugh and his turn to have his cheeks take to a rosy hue. You hugged the book your chest to prevent yourself from playing with your hands which was a bad habit of yours.

He leaned against the book shelf and let a tight smile grace his lips. You just looked at him shyly smiling. He licked his lips subtly leaving his mouth slightly open. It looked like he was thinking about something pretty deeply as looked down at the floor.

“I-“ you started at the same time that he did, “M-“

You both gestured to each other to speak first. With that gesture, you let out a small laugh to which he smiled again.

“You go,” He said.

“I should get back to my stuff,” you said looking down at your shoes.

“Yeah, of course, I should too,” He said nodding and gesturing to the place he was situated previously. You nodded again and turned to leave the room.

“My name’s Spencer,” He called just as you were about to walk out. You turned to look at him. He had walked to the end of the small shelving cluster to watch you go. “Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N” he said

You walked back to the front of the library with you book and sat down in front of your undisturbed textbook and notebook. A smile danced at you lips as you got back to your studying.

 The Library was closing soon, but you still sat in your seat studying away. Every once in awhile, you let your mind wander to Dr. Spencer Reid. You hadn’t seen him leave through the front entrance, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t left. There were two other exits for this building and you had moments you were so deep in you research that a person could have been talking to you without you even noticing.

You were gathering your things and placing your stuff back in your bag when you heard rather soft footstep approach you from behind. You looked up to see Spencer standing there, hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t sure how to ask this early, but I was kicking myself for not. Would you want to get coffee sometime?” He said; nervousness adorned every word. You pulled your bag up onto your shoulder and picked the book he had helped you find earlier off the table and turned towards him.

“I would love that,” You replied. “Walk me out?”

He nodded and joined you on your trek toward the door. You stopped just a second to put Messerschmid’s book on a return cart.

“Did you know that even though there has been a decline in library visits in recent year, Americans really do love libraries and the impact the have on their community. In fact, surveys show that 90% of Americans say the closing of their local public library would impact their community and 67% said it would affect them and their families as stated by the Pew Research Center in January 2014,” Spencer said as he held the door for you.

“I didn’t know that, but did you know that students in the United States make about 1.5 billion visits to school libraries during the school year according to the American Library Association in 2016,” You replied to him. He turned to you with a smile that stretched across his whole face.

“I think you might be my new favorite person,” He said.

As you two walked together, Large smiles decorated both your faces.

Burned Pt. 3 [M]

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (finally)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, language 

Word Count: 6.2k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: The story I posted this morning was not something I was proud of. I rushed the ending and didn’t take the time to flush it out in ways that I wanted to so I removed the post. I finally have a finished product that I’m really happy with. I hope you enjoy this final installment of Burned and I hope you stick around. I have plenty more stories to tell. <3 

You barely remember him being there. He had slipped into your apartment, using the spare key you hide in the pot on the back porch. He didn’t really speak to you, but you remembered he covered you with a blanket and set down a glass of water in front of you. He told you there was ramen in the cabinet and takeout in the fridge. Without saying another word he was back out the door again.

You pulled yourself out off the couch, contemplated doing the dishes that had piled up, but you decided that you needed to take one step at a time. You had drawn all the blinds and the darkness of your apartment made it hard to see. Your bones ached as you walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

The reflection is the mirror was something you didn’t recognize. Your eyes were hollowed with deep purple circles underneath. Your hair was a mess and desperately needed a comb through it. Stepping into the shower, you turned on cool water. Your body had had enough heat already. The last of the bruises he gave you were finally turning yellow. A sign that your physical form was almost done with Park Jimin. It was a small relief, that you wouldn’t have to see the reminders of him lingering on your body.

Pulling the sheets off the bed you threw them all in the laundry. Replacing them with your childhood sheets that you held onto when you needed the comfort of home while you were hundreds of miles away. The only scent lingering was the smell of your lavender detergent. You drifted off into a dreamless sleep, finally letting your body get some rest.

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Dakavendish Headcanons

I promised these like five days ago Jesus Christ what was I doing

•Vinnie is the more experienced of the two, having completed at LEAST one mission before being paired with Balthazar
•Though Vinnie is laid back and pretty much nonchalant about everything, there are times where he does take his job seriously. A serious Vinnie is a scary Vinnie and Balthazar has seen this only a few times in their partnership
•Balthazar sometimes forgets that Vinnie is a trained Time Traveler and is ashamed to admit he gets impressed with Vinnie when he actually does his job
•They indulge one another such as Vinnie buying lunch where Balthazar wants to and Balthazar taking them to the zoo on non pistachio related terms
•Balthazar is somewhat afraid of big dogs, but Vinnie could hug a dog that’s both twice his size and looks like it wants to eat his kidneys
•"Just pet it. She’s not gonna bite.“
•"Dakota, I swear. Take that devil beast back where you found it!”
•Balthazar hands are always cold and Vinnie’s hands are always hot, so they usually hold hands
•When they tell the organization that they’re in a finally relationship, it’s more of a shock that they weren’t beforehand
•Vinnie can dance to any type of music while Balthazar can sing any genre of lyrical music (this doesn’t mean he WILL)
•Vinnie’s favorite is Mambo/Salsa/Tango and Swing dances because he gets to pull Balthazar into it, whether he wants to or not
•He prefers tango over swing because he likes to fluster Balthazar with the more sensual moves it includes at times
•"I told you, I don’t like to tango.“
•"Not even the horizontal kind?”
•Vinnie needs a hug a day. Just one. Or more, if you want.
•Vinnie has to raise on his toes to get a kiss and Balthazar, being the cheeky bastard he is, rises up on his toes to stay out of reach
•Vinnie eventually just yanks him down
•But sometimes Balthazar picks him up instead
•It’s not uncommon to find an asleep Vinnie curled up next to a barely awake and still working Balthazar
•"What the…. Balthazar, it’s like three in the morning, go to sleep.“
•"I don’t get tired, I get results.
•This, of course, comes back to bite him in the ass and he sleeps almost twelve hours after he passes out, leaving Vinnie to do their job by himself (not that he minds)

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Requested by @laneygthememequeenI was wondering if you’d take a request of a part two of too late, maybe where the reader comes to sing at a stark charity event with the avengers there and she covers another song of another artist and blows the crowd away and Steve approaches her but she tells him she’s over him and she’s already got someone else “who actually loves her”. If you don’t want to do it, it’s alright. I love your work. Take care lovely!

Summary: After you’ve established yourself as a recording artist, your schedule has kept you busy, but you’re more than willing to help out Tony Stark, a friend from your past. When you run into an old flame, Steve Rogers, he’s more than ecstatic to rekindle the relationship he lost years ago. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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You smiled as you stepped off stage for the night. The stadium was filled with over sixty thousand people who sang their hearts out to you and the very thought that you’ve accomplished your dream made you feel like you were on top of the world. 

You changed out of your sweaty clothes and thanked everyone involved in the show that night. Although you were sad that this was the last night of your world tour, you were happy to be home and relax for a while before your schedule would be crazy with interviews and filming for a new movie you were casted in. 

Fans were lined up by the gate and your security didn’t want to let you near them, but you begged and pleaded. They gave in and you grinned, thanking them before greeting your fans. 

“Y/N! Will you sign this for me?” one asked. 

“Of course!” you replied. 

“Can I take a photo with you?” 

“Yes, most definitely.” You smiled at the camera as the fan clicked the button. 

“You mean so much to me. Thank you for your songs,” another said. You clutched your heart and gave the fan the biggest smile.

“Thank you for loving it.” 

After a while, your security urged you to leave and you apologised to everyone you hadn’t had the chance to meet. You hopped into the car and was greeted by Shelby, your manager. 

“And she does it again,” Shelby joked. You laughed and high-fiver her, buckling your seat belt before resting your head on her shoulder. 

“Man, I’m so tired. I think I’m gonna pass out before we get back to the hotel.” 

“Well, you can sleep once we’re inside the room. You might have to greet fans at the hotel, but I’m more than happy to escort them away for you.” You shook your head. 

“No, no, I want to meet them.” 

“But you’re so tired,” she pointed out. 

“Yeah, but they waited. I don’t want to disappoint. Call the pizza place by the hotel and order a few boxes for them.” Shelby smiled and did as you told her before putting her phone down. 

“You’re so humble. It’s nice to see humility in this industry.” 

Shelby had been your manager after a string of people who wanted to keep you famous only because you had been thrusted into fame, pretty much as you started releasing new music. They didn’t care about your fans or about what you wanted to write, but Shelby was the one who use her voice to urge your label to let you write and produce your own music. Good thing, too. 

You greeted fans outside of your hotel and they thanked you for the pizza. When you made your way into your hotel room, you looked at the pile of opened envelopes sitting on the glass desk by the bed. They were cards that said your name. The GRAMMYs were a mere week ago, but you hadn’t had time to travel back to your home in Los Angeles to put them away. You were nominated for six awards and won five of them, making you the most awarded artist that night.

As you were about to brush your teeth, your phone rang and you sprinted to the bed to answer it. 

“Hello?” you asked, not recognising the number. 

“Y/N, you never fail to amaze me.” You smiled at the voice. Tony Stark, who had been your biggest supporter, was someone you hadn’t been able to see in person for a long time. He always made sure you knew he and the team supported you, whether it was buying multiple copies of your albums or sending you flowers to your hotel rooms. He hadn’t been at The GRAMMYs due to a conflict and you were saddened that you couldn’t greet an old friend. 

“Do you want to tell me why I don’t recognise your number?”

“I’m calling form Banner’s phone,” he explained. “You two haven’t had the chance to meet yet. Very nice and smart, like you.” You chuckled. 

“You are still the charmer, Stark.”

“Who would I be if I wasn’t? I’m here to ask you a favour, but I’m sure it’s one you’ll enjoy.”

“And what would that be?” You sat on your bed and crossed your legs. 

“I’d like you to sing at my company party,” he proposed. “Sing a few songs, drink some drinks, mingle with the team and then some. How does that sound?” You grinned at the thought of seeing your old friends again, your mind briefly thinking of Steve. He was the one you hadn’t seemed in a long time, but you didn’t feel the way you had before. 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Tony.” 

“Good, because I may or may not have promised everyone who I invited that you’ll be there.” You laughed. 

“When’s the party?” 

“I’ll send all of the details to your manager. For now, I’d really like to catch up. It’s been so long since we last spoke.” 

You sighed. “It’s been a minute or two. Things have been so hectic, but I really wouldn’t have it any other way. I missed you at The GRAMMYs.” 

“I wish I could’ve seen you win, Y/N. But, the Avengers had a mission and I had to find out the results when I got home. Congratulations, by the way!” 

“Thank you, Tony. Thank you for believing in me, for always believing in me.” 

“We all do,” Tony said. “Even Steve.” 

“Is he still with Kelsey?” 

“Oh, no. They broke up a little while ago. It was something about him finding Kelsey kissing someone who wasn’t him.” You cringed and felt bad for Steve, him catching her in the act. 

“Ouch, that’s gotta hurt.” 

“Tell me about it. He didn’t really complain about it after it happen. Steve kind of stopped talking about his love life and focused on the missions.” 

“Well, good for him. He shouldn’t be with someone who cheated on him.” 

Tony chuckled. “You know, for someone who was his ex-girilfriend, you don’t sound like an ex-girlfriend.” 

“It’s been a couple of years. It doesn’t really bother me now and I don’t think Steve’s a bad person. He’s made some bad decisions, but everyone does. He’s Captain America, for Pete’s sake. Isn’t he the one who oozes honesty?” Tony laughed at your joke.

“You’re one of his biggest supporters.”

“How could I not be? He’s the one keeping America safe and he’s the one keeping kids in school with those ridiculous videos.” 

“True, true. I’m glad you’re not harbouring hate, though. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, Tony. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna catch some shut eye. Tonight was a blast, but I’m pooped.” 

Tony laughed and told you he’d send the details to your manager again before hanging up. You slept peacefully and didn’t wake up until late in the morning. 

The night of the party came sooner than you thought and you smoothed out your skin-tight blue dress, entering the building. The party was already in full swing and a waiter offered you a glass of alcohol, but you declined. Tony spotted you pretty quickly and pulled you over to where the rest of the team was. 

“Y/N, oh my goodness. It’s been way too long,” Wanda said as she leaned in for a hug. You held her in a tight embrace before moving on to Natasha, Clint, and eventually, hugged every member except for Steve, who was elsewhere. 

“Things have been rough in terms of scheduling,” you said, “but how could I pass up a moment to party with my friends?” The group laughed. 

“Your newest album had me in tears,” Sam joked. “I mean, come on, that song you produced with the most iconic R&B legend? Classic.” 

“Let’s not forget the last single you released before it came out,” Bucky added. “I know I’m supposed to be The Winter Soldier, but I cried like a bitch.” You laughed and leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder, closing your eyes for a brief moment to take in the familiarity of being with your closest friends. 

“Thanks, guys. It means so much to me that you’ve been keeping up with what I do. And what about you guys? You’ve been kicking so much ass lately.” 

Tony beamed at you. “We do it just to impress you.” You and the team shared a laugh before Steve joined in. 

“Y/N, is that you?” You turned around and faced Steve. He grew a stubble that complemented his manly physique. His suit hugged his body nicely and his hair was gelled back. 

“Steve, hello,” you said. He didn’t know what to do and he couldn’t help but rake his eyes over your body. He loved the way your dress hugged your curves and how your hair was loose. Steve thought you looked more mature and more established, and he loved that. 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” 

“Definitely so. You’ve been busy with missions.”

“And you’ve been busy with, well, being a performer and all.” You two shared a laugh before Tony pulled you away. 

“Everyone’s asking for a few songs,” he said. You left Steve to his thoughts and stood on the stage, microphone in front of you on the stand. 

“So, it’s my understanding that you all came because Tony promised I’d sing.” The crowd laughed at your joke. “Well, good thing my schedule’s cleared up, otherwise Tony would look like an absolute fool.” The crowd laughed once again. “I’ve been in love with Makin’ Whoope! by Ella Fitzgerald for a while. I hope you don’t mind if I sing that song.” 

Steve smiled when you chose that song. He had heard you sing it a few too many times when you were both together and smiled at the memory. You hadn’t met his eyes, but he was desperate to meet yours. You looked like you were in your element as you sang, your eyes closed and your hands roaming the microphone stand. 

In that moment, Steve realised his feelings for you had resurfaced. His stomach did flips and his heart felt like it was beating at a million miles per hour. He licked his lips and sipped his drink. Steve didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time you were singing. He thought about how he broke your heart when he left you for Kelsey, and how he felt more in love with you in this moment than when you told him you didn’t care if he was Captain America. 

Steve was the first one to clap when you stepped off the stage after performing several songs.

“Wow,” Steve breathed when you met with him. “Just, wow.” You laughed. 

“I’m glad I render you speechless. If I recall, that’s hard to do.” 

“You got that right.” Steve looked at you. “Listen, Y/N, I’ve missed you. I miss us and I can’t help but beat myself up every time I think about how I let someone as amazing as you go.” 

“Steve -”

“No, please here me out. I know I was a bad boyfriend towards the end of our break up, but I swear that I’m ready to give all of me to you. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid on Christmas.” You sighed and looked at Steve. 

“While I appreciate your honesty, Steve, I don’t think I can take you up on that offer. I’ve found someone else who makes me happy.” Steve’s heart dropped.

“Who?” he croaked. 

“Myself.” Steve nodded, understanding that you wanted to be independent. “You’re a good person, Steve, and I’ll always be rooting for you.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. We’ll still see each other, right?” 

“Of course. I don’t believe in making things awkward when we have friends who care about us both.” Steve laughed and nodded. 

“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll see you around, right?” You nodded. 

“We will.” You meant it this time. 

Steve watched you asked you walked away, greeting everyone who came up to talk to you. His heart leaped into his throat and he was sad to watch you go, but he didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t be yourself. He was damned that he could not longer hold you in his arms, but he was happy that you weren’t stepping out of his life like he let you do once before. 

Tag List: @wildefire, @amazonprincess-diana, @whiskeyandmarvel.

Avenge This

Steve Rogers/ Reader

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Words: 1,560

Summary: In a matter of minutes, the storefront you worked so hard on gets destroyed by those Avengers and their fights. If only you could believe that Captain America could truly make things right.

Prompt: I am feeling lazy to write a captain America idea will you write it so I can read it ? | “I accidentally destroyed your shop in a super villain battle and that was your livelihood and you’re so pissed and I’m so so sorry, here, let me make it up to you somehow.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess

Requested by: @natalienicole12347

Author’s notes: Hire me @ marvel. this request is like a month old lmao bless up

This can’t be real.

No, no, no, you refuse to believe what your deceitful eyes are telling you.

You watch as the firefighters take out broken pieces from your clothing boutique after an attack in the city. Your parents even warned you about the potential threat of having this happen and here you are, immediately regretting not listening to your parents when you first moved out here.

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Touching me without my permission is a very good way to make me dislike you.

If we’re friends and I don’t ask you not to, that’s probably fine. But if we’re not friends and you try to hug me/ goose me/ put your arm around me, we’re probably never going to be on good terms. I don’t trust people who assume they have the right to invade my personal space.

On the same note, I greatly appreciate it when people ask for permission first. But if I say no and you try to argue with me, we’re going to have a problem.

No means no, and stop means stop. It’s not up for debate.

Polkadot Mug

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve ever written. Like ever. Critiques are welcome, but please be nice :) Thanks for reading!!

You’re in your bathroom just finishing getting ready for a dinner that harry had invited you to, when you hear a loud crash from your kitchen. You leave the bathroom to see what happened just as Harry shuffles into your shared bedroom, staring at the floor.

“What did you break?” You ask trying to hold back a smirk. After all, he broke things all the time and it was never a big deal, so why would today be any different? When he didn’t answer right away, you began to worry.

“Idroppedyourpolkadotmug,” it all came out at once. You frown. That was your favorite mug. Your grandmother gave it to you before she passed away. To say that it was special to you would be an understatement.

“Love, ’m really sorry. I know how much it meant t’ yeh,” Harry knew you’d be upset. You hold back tears as memories of you sipping hot cocoa from your mug with your grandmother flood your mind. It was just a mug but it held so many memories of your grandmother, and while the memories will live on, the mug was a reminder of her and now it too was gone.

Harry stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. You melt into his arms, letting your tears fall.

“’M so sorry love.” He whispers into your ear, “I just wanted t’ make yeh some tea to calm your nerves.” You always loved how thoughtful he was, always remembering that you weren’t quite used to his rockstar lifestyle yet and always trying to make you feel comfortable as you plunged into his world.

“It’s okay,” you say into his chest.

He stepped back to wipe the tears from your eyes “Go finish getting ready, ‘f yeh’ll still go with me, and I’ll clean up.”

“Of course I’ll go, Harry,” you assured him, “I’ll just be a minute.” Harry kissed your forehead before returning to the kitchen.

You quickly touched up your makeup and entered your kitchen to find harry sweeping up the last few pieces. You feel a pang of sadness again. It was as if the shards on the floor were digging into your heart, reminding you of the pain you felt when your grandmother died. But you had come to terms with your grandmother’s death, and you would have to get over the mug too. You knew harry didn’t mean to drop it and he didn’t deserve to feel guilty about it when he had an important dinner to attend.

This time it was you who hugged him. “It really is okay. I know you didn’t mean to.” You feel him relax against your body. You smile in an attempt to lift both of your moods, and in a few minutes you were out the door and on your way.


By the end of the night, when Harry’s driver dropped both of you back at your home, you had almost forgotten about the mug. You had so much fun at the dinner, despite your nervousness, and Harry had fun too, although when he caught your eye during dessert you could see he still felt guilty.

“’M sorry, again love, ” he repeated as he two of you pass your kitchen on the way to your room.

“Harry, it’s okay.” You stop and turn to face him in the hallway, “Yes, that mug meant a lot to me, but you mean a lot to me too, and I know you didn’t mean to break it. You were just trying to calm me down before we left, so please stop feeling guilty about it.” Your speech calmed him down, and he was back to “normal Harry” as you got ready for bed.


Three months later on your birthday you were eating dinner in your home with Harry. He stands, taking your empty plates into the kitchen and promising to bring out the dessert. When he returned, he held a mug of hot cocoa. A polka dot mug. You feel tears coming again, but they were happy tears. He handed you the mug sipping out of his own. You admired the new mug, “Thank you Harry, I love you.”

“I love yeh too pet,” Harry smiled.

You had your mug back, and now it reminded you of two special people.

Our Love is God (Part 1)

Summary: Someone’s past can change them for the worst. They can break and do major damage. School, parties, and family drama contribute. But what if you’re the one who can help hold everything together, and cause the storm.

A/N: This is a Riverdale/Heathers crossover. Unless you want one long imagine, this is gonna be in parts, so let me know if you want another crossover. Just DM me the show or song or prompt you’d want. This imagine also doesn’t correspond with the TV show, so that being said, Jason Blossom is alive and Reggie isn’t in the show (sorry).

Pairing: Jughead x fem!reader, feat. core

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fighting, bullying

Welcome to the thunderdome, also known as Riverdale High. The cheerleaders walk around the hallways in the Vixens uniform, the jocks in varsity jackets, and the nerds in NASA shirts and suspenders. Today, the cafeteria was booming, and all eyes were locked on me. Little Miss Nobody, in the blue blazer sitting with the Core ladies. Solid Teflon, and I gave everything to be like them. There was Betty Cooper, head cheerleader, she’s loaded. Her parents run the town newspaper. Then there’s Veronica Lodge, no discernible trace of kindness, but her daddy did pay for implants. And finally, Cheryl Blossom, the almighty. She is a mythic bitch. They were never harassed, or bothered. I left my best friend for them, but Ethel and I have been friends since diapers. We bonded over The Princess Bride.

People want to be their boyfriend, their best friend, want them to be nicer, and then there’s that one photograph freak and his abandoned warehouse idea. We met in the bathroom, and Ms. Grundy almost gave them a detention. I had to step in, and that’s how I ended up in the blue with their yellow, green, and maple red.

I looked over across the cafeteria to see Jason Blossom knocking the lunch tray out of Ethel’s hands. Being linebacker for the third year also means it’s his eighth year anniversary for smacking lunch trays. And being a huge dick. I stood up, with my newfound confidence to stop him but Betty gently grabbed my arm and shook her head with a shy glance. I sat back down, eyes locking with Ethel. Chuck Clayton then began to tag team Ethel with Jason. In simple terms, Chuck is basically the tallest dwarf on the football team.

Ethel pushed through the guys and sat down at her table, with the other outcasts in this school. I felt a yearning to go over and hug her, tell her that her big heart is all that matters, but the grip on my arm grew stronger. I looked over to see Cheryl trying to get my attention. 

“I need a forgery in Chuck Clayton’s writing. Say this, ‘Hey beautiful. I’ve been watching you and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my home party this weekend. I miss you. Chuck.’ Oh, and put an XO at the end of the signature!”

I folded the note up and handed it to Cheryl.

“What’s this for anyways?”

Cheryl took the note and played with it between her pale fingers. Her gold rings glistened in the flickering caf lights, and her maple red nails had a shape that could cut someone in a flick of the wrist.

“I just found out that Chuck had a thing with Ethel in kindergarten.”

Betty and Veronica perked into the conversation. Their eyebrows raised, a smirk was plastered onto Veronica’s face.

“Yeah we all did, in kindergarten. Everyone.”

Betty nodded her head, her blond hair swaying on her head. Her hair was pulled so tight, she must get raging migraines when she takes it down.

“Yeah, but we all didn’t kiss on the kickball field!”

Cheryl began to chuckle at the thought.

“Oh that’s right! Chuck kissing Ethel. It was disgusting!”

Jason, Chuck and Archie walked up to the lunch table. I stared at the redhead longingly. Me, Betty and Archie were best friends when we were in middle school. Us three were the nicest kids in school, and it also helped knowing we lived on the same street, with the sidewalk dividing our houses. Veronica moved into town two years ago and we drifted. She joined the Core ladies, took Betty with her, and Archie joined the football team. As Kevin Keller described it, he ‘got hot’.

Archie and I met eyes, then he leaned down to kiss Veronica. They were the ‘it’ couple for the school. But neither of them knew that both of them were cheating on eachother. Veronica with Jason and Archie with Grundy. Everyone knew about Jason and Veronica, except for Archie and Cheryl. If she ever found out, hell would be an understatement. But she was fearless, and very ballsy for this affair. The Grundy thing was a secret that only me, Betty, and Archie knew about. It started this summer and that was the last time we all tried to mend our falling out.

“Chuck. Be a sweetie and give this note to Ethel for me. Don’t read it, she’s having an extra heavy flow and needed some help from my gyno.”

Chuck and Jason were genuinely repulsed by the comment, and Archie faked it so the guys wouldn’t call him some shitty insults for not being disgusted by a normal feminine occurrence. Chuck tossed the note into my lap and the guys ran for their table. Archie turned to blow a kiss to Veronica, then looked back forward. 

I looked at the girls, and they gave me mixed looks. Veronica looked unamused, Betty was slightly upset and Cheryl held her palm out for the note. I turned to look at Ethel and I gripped the note harder in my hand.

“(Y/N), this note will give Ethel shower nossel masturabtion material for weeks!”

Cheryl turned to glare daggers at Veronica. Everyone knew Ethel had a thing for Chuck since she was twelve. This was so unfair.

“(Y/N), don’t pull on my dick. Lemme give you some advice, you’ve wanted to sit with us for years. You can always go back to mommy, or come smoke in Veronica’s Jeep. Your choice.”

I turned to look at Ethel once more, and I slowly gave Cheryl the note. Her nails curled into the note and her signature bitch smile crept onto her pale face. She nodded slightly, proud of the choice and handed Veronica the note. She got up, and walked to Ethel. She was distracted by her book to notice the note being placed on her lunch tray. When Veronica sat back down at the table, Ethel finally looked up at the note. She looked around the lunch room and then reached for the note. A smile replaced her confusion and she put the note in the book.

I turned back to look at Cheryl, but she was looking beyond me. So was everyone in the cafeteria. I turned to look at the lunch line and a kid in all black was standing in between Jason and Chuck. Archie was nowhere to be seen, and luckily he was probably with Grundy. The lunch room was quiet, watching Chuck relentlessly try to get under this kid’s skin. Then, a quiet murmur came from the kid, and it was hard to hear.

“Hold his arms.”

As Jason grabbed the kid’s arms, Chuck goes to punch the kid. He rips free of Jason and slams Jason with his book. He then turns to beat Jason with the book and the whole cafeteria is in awe. Everyone is watching, even myself, too shocked to do anything. Then, we erupted into screams and chants, half the caf was cheering on the kid, hoping he would keep going. The other half was chanting for Chuck and Jason to get up and fight. Cheryl stared at her fingernails, picking the hangnails. Betty was too shocked to breathe, and Veronica was cheering on the guys. 

For myself, I was trying to wrack my brain thinking about who this kid was. Hey, Mister No-Name Kid, who might you be? And could you fight for me?