Request: Hi. I love your work. I was wondering if you could do a billy imagine where the female reader is new to town and she’s a bad girl and billy instantly falls for her and tries to get with her. Thank you!!
Warnings: cursing, alcohol, drugs
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader
Summary: You meet Billy’s sister. Then when you and the group go to a party, things go wrong.
Phase Three of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Shopping.
You hummed as you made your way through the Halloween store that was located about a mile outside of Hawkins. Everyone knew this was the best place to go to for all costume and decorating needs. You already had found black attire at a regular clothing store, attire meaning black leggings and a black shirt to wear underneath the signature pink jacket, for yourself and the two girls but the pink jacket could only be purchased at a costume store.
Do none of you feel like you’ve been fooled at this stage? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that Coleneti shipper looks more and more right by the day. Not about Cole and KJ but their whole relationship being a scam.
I did say the same thing a few months ago, but I’ll tell you the truth now, Lili’s poetry kind of made me believe there was a little more to their relationship. When did she write this, “that I would never let you be the one that got away.” I kind of believed that at the time because it’s so personal, but just weeks later they look done. So there’s two options, either it’s about somebody else (which I have a hard time believing) or she was scamming you and everyone else who believes in her words. I’m with the second option.
That Barchie pic she posted signaled the end of them. I’m pretty sure Bughead will break up for good in episode 13. That’s another Betty centric one and she posted the Barchie pic the day of the read-through. The title of the ep is “The Tell-Tale Heart” with Betty crying looking like she’s spotted something through a keyhole. Bughead was actually Sprousehart, how pathetic is that? Some of actually thought marriage was on the cards for these two.
Don’t think I didn’t notice some of you come for Cole for commenting on Camila’s picture by the way. First of, she’s a friend. I’m pretty sure he’s single so you don’t need to question him on Lili’s behalf.
He’s in New York with Dylan and KJ. Three single guys and someone recently exposed Dylan for having a one night stand so that’s his life after his break-up. Imagine thinking there won’t be girls for you all to get mad over in the next few days, but understand one thing, if Cole is with a girl in New York it’s because he’s single, so there’s no need for you to send him hate.
SUMMARY: (Sweet Pea x Reader series) The only times the Serpents and Ghoulies meet are in three ways: street races, gang fights, or in the hallways of Southside High. Surprisingly, there’s a new face in town, and they grab the attention of a certain gang.
WORD COUNT: 257 words
NOTES: enjoy part two!
She had ended up in his English class, just a few seats away from Sweet Pea across the room. His seat was against a window, one he usually has his back against as he resorts to his phone or looking around the room. He would study the familiar faces near him, or grimace at the bright sunlight outside. Today, he studied her instead of grimacing over Lord of the Flies.
This girl, this enigma, has eyes the color of fresh grass, of pine needles after rain that glisten. Her hair is that of a weak fire, or maybe what’s left of it, and drapes just past her shoulders with gentle waves throughout. She’s slender, yet not short and not helpless. She holds her shoulders back and keeps her chin high, but remains into herself silently with an open book in front of her. She wears a yellow tank top that clings to her and black jeans, a pair of red shoes (Vans? Levis? He can’t tell from this far) on her feet that sit crossed under her chair. She reminded him of a deer, perhaps: gentle, earthy, kept.
His phone buzzes, and he looks down at it to answer a text quickly. When he looks back up, she’s sliding her book and journal into her black backpack and zipping it shut. Sweet Pea looks at the time on his phone, and just then, the bell sounds. He shoves his things into his backpack and stands, eyes glued to the enigma as she swiftly escapes into the hallway.
here’s part three!! I am working on the next part of werewolf!Jin but until then, I hope you guys are cool with more single father!Yoongi bc it’s really fucking fun to write!! The link
for this is single father!Yoongi (all of
the father related posts are here but single father!yoon specifically is here)
You knocked on the door of his apartment, hearing a high pitched
squeal that definitely couldn’t have come from Yoongi. He was the one to
open the door but a little girl was stood in front of him, a curious
look on her face. Her hair was in a ponytail, a bow securing it, wearing
a unicorn onesie. She was undoubtedly related to him in some way,
either a little sister or a daughter. She didn’t seem to have the same shy personality he tended to have in class, more than eager to greet you.
Arranged Marriage!AU Mafia!AU Series Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, violence Rated: M
Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader Summary: Born into a powerful Mafia family, your destined to take over the family business with a promised future but one innocent decision nearly destroys your future. Will you survive the trails and tribulations of life and love? Warnings: Violence, Physical Abuse Word Count: Chapter: 3,543 Series: 35.9k (and counting)
Pinof 9 is posted and you click on it as quickly as you can out of glee. The video opens up on the two boys sitting on the bed in the moon room, rather than the usual background of Phil’s bedroom. You let out a shrill, eardrum-bursting scream. Your mother yells at you to stop. Your heart pounds against your chest as the boys simultaneously draw cat whiskers on each other in complete silence, maintaining eye contact with the camera the whole time. They slowly turn their bodies to match their head’s forward-facing positions, and they remain there for approximately 12.8 seconds. Dan opens his mouth. He says only one word: “fuck.” Phil, still looking directly at the camera, finishes Dan’s sentence: “you.” The video suddenly ends, leaving you in a state of shock. Your mother telepathically senses that you need medical attention and calls an ambulance. You black out. When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed and the year is 2031. Your mother is standing by your side and lets a single tear roll down her cheek when she sees that you are awake. “Mother?” You ask weakly. “Yes dear?” She replies. “What have them bois been up to while I was out?” Your mother shakes her head solemnly. “Nothing, dear.” You die immediately.
Dean has demanded one at least once a week. He says it’s because they need a break from hunting once in a while, but Sam thinks it’s because big brother Deans body isn’t 25 anymore. It’s a thought that brings a smile to his face every week when Dean brings out the “movie hat” full of slips of paper with everyones choices for the week, and each time Dean looks over at Sams stupid face and asks “what?” and Sam always says the same answer. “Nothing, Dean.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Octavia said, matter-of-fact and unflinching.
“O,” Bellamy sighed, and Clarke ached to reach through her computer screen and card her fingers through those loose curls. He looked like he hadn’t slept much the night before, and she’d watched him down no less than two cups of coffee since they’d started this Skype call.
“Bellamy’s right,” Raven said from next to her. “We have to be fucking smart about this. Because he sure as hell was.”
“I knew he was a snake,” Octavia spit out. “Clarke, didn’t I tell you he was a snake?”
“Yeah, that’s all well and good, but all four of us know that Clarkey here doesn’t have the world’s best taste in romantic partners. Or a good history with listening to her friends,” Raven replied with a strong look in Clarke’s direction.
Clarke rolled her eyes. “Personally, I think things are looking up in that department.”
“Maybe the first one. If you’d listened to me months ago, none of this shit would have happened and you and Bellamy would be married with two kids and a Labrador by now.”
Octavia was nodding and then screeching. She shoved Bellamy sideways and he squawked. Clarke guessed he’d elbowed her offscreen.
“Okay, you two, stop it,” Raven chastised as Bellamy reached over to shove his sister again. “We called this meeting because we have some serious planning to do. And I refuse to let the thing that’s made my best friend incandescently happy slip away because Finn Collins is a raging douchebag.”
“If we didn’t give everyone trophies in Little League and cultivate this culture of entitlement, none of this would have ever happened,” Octavia added.
“I think that culture of entitlement you’re referring to dates back a lot farther than Little League, Octavia, but whatever you say,” Clarke replied dryly.
Octavia waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. But I’m with Raven. Bell and Clarke deserve to be happy together and I’m not letting that greasy-haired asshole stand in the way of that.”
“So…what do we do then?” Bellamy asked. “Because this isn’t going to blow over. And honestly, it’s coming at what’s almost the worst possible time. Just over a month before season two premieres,” he added, as though the other three didn’t know exactly what he was talking about.
“Well, luckily, you two are going to DragonCon in a week. There’ll be questions but you can set the record straight.” Raven paused. “I feel like that’s the best time to do it.
“We’re going to have to clear any kind of public statement with our agents and Bellamy’s publicist,” Clarke warned. “Anya would skin me if I said anything she didn’t agree to first.”
Here is Chapter 6! This one is dedicated to @amelliashepherds Thank you as always to everyone for their kind words, requests for sneak peaks and reviews. Big hugs to @ailingnoor for proof-reading so quickly and efficiently for me. I am sorry that this chapter is very angsty but this story needs to be told. I hope you enjoy!
“Spoken to Amelia yet?” April greets me at the start
of my shift. “No, I haven’t.” I shake my head in defeat
collecting my tablet from the nurse’s station. “Just give her time.” April smiles up at me resting
her hand on my forearm. “But be warned she is mad as hell. She vividly
described to me how she would love to cut out the parts of your brain that make
you an ass and an imbecile.” I chuckle in response, but it´s just a poor
attempt at covering my pain. “Though I did change some of the words she used to
make her comments workplace appropriate.” To be
fair, Amelia does have a point. I was an ass. “She thinks you’re the one
with a brain tumor. She’s also refusing to come to the pit for consults.” “Great. Thank you for the update, Kepner.” I groan.
She smirks a little as it’s very hard not to find Amelia’s comments about me
amusing, I just hate that I am at the receiving end of them.
Summary: Reader meets Bill Skarsgard on the street, when he found her crying and offers her a friendly ear
Word count: 1803
A/N: So, this story… It’s very personal. I’ve been working on it for a while and that’s why I haven’t been publishing stories. It’s something that actually happened to me three years ago (four years in two weeks) with some modifications of course because it’s still a fanfic (of course it wasn’t Bill Skarsgard who was there that night). I hope you enjoy it and if there’s anything you want to know about the real story or some details feel free to ask. Love you all.
around the pharmacy, looking at the aisles not really sure what you were
looking for. You had asked the employee behind the counter for help but he had
completely ignored you, pretending he didn’t get your accent.
You stood in
front of a row of boxes, reading names you weren’t able to pronounce. Grabbing
one at random, you tried reading the back of it to know what it was but none of
the words made sense to you.
You tried all
of the boxes and some of the bottles too, all of them saying how many
milligrams of you didn’t-know-what the med had. You gave up trying to buy your
meds and stormed off the shop, the door slamming behind you and the employee
mumbling a “have a good night” to the empty place without lifting his eyes from
You sat at
the sidewalk, not being able to hold back the tears anymore and sunk your face
in your knees, sobbing against them.
steps and felt someone standing in front of you and got scared it was a police
officer telling you you couldn’t do that so you raised your face to look at
It wasn’t a
police officer. It was a 6’3 guy, dark hair and a frown on his pale face,
looking down at you in concern.
“Are you ok?”
What a stupid question. I’m crying on the
sidewalk at eleven p.m, of course I’m not ok
fine” you wiped your tears and looked away from him, pretending nothing had
happened. He, however, sat next to you and offered you a paper tissue. You
accepted the tissue and cleaned your nose with it before looking back at him
hurt you?” The guy asked, looking at your face for some trace of blood or
It’s nothing” You were struggling to find the words, wanting more than anything
in the world to be able to speak to someone in your mother tongue. The thought
of it caused tears to roll down your cheeks again, and you couldn’t help the
sob that escaped your lips “I’m sorry…”
don’t be. Do you need to go to the hospital? Do you want me to call someone?”
He was already reaching for his phone inside his pocket, but stopped at your
one to call”. He wasn’t sure if it was ok to ask, so you continued to make
yourself clear “My family doesn’t live in this country. I moved here a month
ago” and I want to go back home, you
“I see. Is
that why you’re crying?” You were shocked that he got that from that little bit
of information, but nodded anyway
and the fact that my head is killing me right now and I can’t buy a fucking
painkiller because I don’t get this fucking language and no one gives a fuck
about helping me because it’s so obvious I’m foreigner” You wiped your nose
once more before talking again “Sorry for all the language”.
and offered you a new tissue “It’s ok; I have a dirty mouth myself” you
smirked, forgetting your crying for a few seconds “Wait here”. He got up and
disappeared inside the pharmacy.
He came back
minutes later, a paper bag on his left hand. He sat back next to you and
reached inside the bag, handing you a little bottle.
You took it
in your hands, seeing it was none of the meds you had been examining when you
were in there, thankful you didn’t buy something that would fuck you up even
You took two of the pills and swallowed them, not caring you didn’t have any
water. You took a deep breath, trying to relax.
“Do you want
to go for a coffee?” He asked, throwing the paper bag in the trash can next to
hesitated, remembering you were having contact with a stranger who, for all you
knew, could have just gave you a sedative and was ready to take you to his
house for god knew what.
He pointed to
the Open 24 hour’s diner across the street “We won’t be far”. If I’m going to pass out better be it in a
across from him on the booth next to the window, clenching your tea while he
sipped his black coffee.
“How did you
know?” You asked him, and he smiled and shrugged.
“I moved here
three years ago. I used to cry at first too, when I wasn’t able to complete
basic tasks like grocery shopping or withdraw money from ATM” you nodded,
remembering how frustrated you got a few weeks ago and ended up kicking the
money machine and screaming at the security cameras. “I recognize homesickness
when I see it”
The worst thing about feeling homesick is not really having a home to go back
to” you realized a second too late you had maybe shared too much information,
and tried to continue the conversation as if it wasn’t a big deal “The worst
thing is not being able to communicate properly. Like, I know the language, I
learned it at school, I watch movies, I listen to music, but no one ever writes
about…” you stopped and looked at the medicine bottle on the table by your side
“acetaminophen” you read, earning a laugh from the guy across from you. Bill,
he had said after you had got up and agreed to get coffee with him
understand you. And what about the groceries? It’s so different like, you want
to buy a little snack and before you notice you’re holding your weight in
potato chips and the cashier tells you that’s the smaller bag”
“Oh my god
absolutely” you both laughed, taking a sip of your drink afterwards.
Not having a home to go back to…” He paused, waiting for your reaction “I mean,
if you don’t want to talk about it I totally understand. I’m just… curious. In
a good way, not in a gossip way”.
taking a few moments to consider your answer. He had really helped you and had
been really nice to you; nicer than anyone you had met since you moved out. But
could you tell him everything? He was still a stranger.
He was a
know you. He didn’t know your life or anyone in it, therefore he couldn’t
judge. He would listen to you and that’s it, he wouldn’t question the truth of
what you were saying because there was no one there to tell him things weren’t
like that. You could tell him everything and never see him again.
So you did.
You told him
everything from the very beginning. How you were always moving out because of
your father’s work. How your nannies and tutors changed all the time. How you
weren’t able to get attached to anything or anyone. How your parents got
divorce. How you didn’t care about that. How you did care about all the drama
and the shit they caused afterwards. How the custody fights took away most of
your teen years. How both your father and mother refused to leave the house
they had shared on the last year of their marriage. How, being an only child,
you didn’t have anyone to share that burden with. How you were the one who ended
up moving out, at sixteen years old. How they caused a scene at your graduation
because they didn’t want to be around the other. How you packed your bags and
left the country the day you turned 20. You told him about all the nights you
cried yourself to sleep without being too sure why. About how your parents
hadn’t called you since you went away. About the huge amount of money your
father had deposited on your count thinking that would fix everything. About how you hadn’t touch a single cent and
weren’t going to.
closely and didn’t say a word till you were finished. After that, he still
wasn’t too sure what he was supposed to say. He had never heard of anything
like that, much less been through that. Divorced parents? Of course, he
understood that. But the lack of a big, loving, supporting family? That was
something he just couldn’t assimilate. He found himself realizing, at the age
of 23 nothing less, that he was extremely lucky. He had never thought about
people not having the same life as him. He had always thought you had the
basics –a house, a family and an education- or nothing; he had never thought
about all the realities in between. He had never thought about people who have
one parent, or none, or two absent ones, or just two siblings or ten or none.
That part of life had escaped him, and now you were hitting him on the face
with it. And you were feeling guilty.
“I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have told you all those things, I don’t know what I was thinking” You
were blushing and at the edge of tears again
worry, please; I asked, after all” he tried smiling, but it didn’t reach his
eyes “I’m the one who’s sorry, I don’t really know what to say” he admitted
at him, trying to get the confident smiling boy of the sidewalk back.
have to say anything. The fact that you sat through all that and didn’t run
away is already amazing, not to mention the painkillers, so thank you for
everything” He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and you could feel some of
his confidence coming back to him
“You know, I
read you’re not an official citizen till you hear some stranger’s childhood
drama, so I should be the one thanking you, I was about to be deported” you
laughed, feeling relieve that the tension was finally easing.
You paid for
both your drinks, a way of thanking him for listening to you and because he
refused to accept money for the painkillers.
“I’m not a
drug dealer” he had joked.
goodbye to him outside the diner, sharing a hug that wasn’t proper of strangers
at all but at this point both of you felt like you were old friends that hadn’t
seen each other in a while. After letting go, you hailed a cab and he opened
the door for you.
you’ll fall in love with this city” he told you. You weren’t sure what he meant
by that, but nodded anyway and watched him walk away the opposite side of the
A/N: This imagine has a LOT of angst in it so if you are faint at heart this may not be the right one for you. This is highly based off of the HYYH era and the highlight reels. The person who created the GIF above is @/mochifairyjimin.
Prompt: Reader and her husband Fred Weasley decorate the Christmas tree in their very first home!
Warning: None, just fluff!
“Darling hand me that ornament.” Your husband, Fred Weasley, instructed you. His left hand was grasping the top of the green tree. Due to his towering height, Fred volunteered to place the ornaments on the higher branches to save you the struggle.
From the wood floor below him you sorted out the ornaments from the shoe box. Taking out two, you held them up to your face and gazed up at Fred.
“The new pretty colorful snowman one or the boring dull old bulb looking one?”
Fred chuckled at your opinionated question and faked hesitation as he placed his hand around his chin. Tapping his finger against his skin the red head said,
“Based off your obvious preference, I’m think you’d rather have the snowman.” You smirked agreeing. His body was turned on the step stool as he waited for the decoration from you. You repositioned to your knees to attempt at reaching his outstretched hand.
He was on tree duty while you were sorting through the new and old ornament. Flicking your hair behind your shoulder you turned your nose to the sky and spoke in a funny accent saying,
“I’m here, you’re going to be okay…” Shannon whispered, picking up Zoe’s lifeless form. He tested for her pulse. It was slow, but it was there. “Come on, you have to keep your eyes open… Please…” Tears were straining his face. He could hear the ambulance in the distance. He picked up the phone, dialing Jared’s number. The moment Jared answered, his words got jumbled up. “Jared, you have to come home. It’s Zoe, she’s… I’ve called an ambulance, but I’m not sure that…”
Reminder that this a working theory that will probably never EVER happen!!!!
So Paige is back. And now Sonya Deville and the blond one have made their main roster debuts.
RAW now has those three along with Alexa, Nia, Sasha, Bayley, Alicia, Asuka, Mickie, and Dana.
Meanwhile, Smackdown has Charlotte, Nattie, Becky, Naomi, Tamina, and Lana.
Odds are that three more women will debut tomorrow night on Smackdown (possibly The Iconic Duo and either Ruby Riot or Liv Morgan)
That’s a lot of women on each brand.
But why now? Why add these women now?
TWO WORDS: ROYAL RUMBLE.
TWO MORE WORDS: TAG TITLES.
There have been various rumors for months now about the possibilities of both the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble match as well as Women’s Tag Team Titles coming soon.
So here’s the theory:
All these women coming in will take place in a Royal Rumble with the winner facing either the RAW Women’s Champ or the Smackdown Women’s Champ at Mania?
The remaining women will begin to pair up into tag teams from now until Mania there will be a tournament with the final four women’s tag teams competing in a match at Mania to become the inaugural Women’s Tag Team Champions.