let's just say i have yet to be lucky enough to get a day or night book


Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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Fall For You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

The library was a place you were supposed to be able to go to to study, and usually it was. There was something about sitting by yourself that let you study easier and focus better. Silence filled the library most days and you never had to worry about someone coming and bugging you over something that would be considered a waste of time. That was until you met Jeon Jungkook.

At first he was another one of the bad boys on campus, a title you thought would drop when entering college but somehow persisted for him. He wore it proudly on his chest like the words of others defined who he was without a problem. It was something you had never liked before, but it was different with him. The only reason he had started talking to you in the first place though, was because he had started to crush on your best friend.

The library was a place where you were able to study and learn without anyone bothering you, but it seemed now that Jungkook had started crushing on your best friend, he had recruited you into helping him get her to fall for him. It was like no matter where you ran away to he would always find you and follow you around until you helped him with what he needed.

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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No More Waiting

Summary: reader and Steve haven’t been intimate in a while but finally get the chance to do just that.

A/N: Just realized this name would have been perfect for a story where the characters have sex with each other for the first time after waiting for a long time. Dammit. Anyway, second time posting smut on this blog, here have some Steve smut. It’s kinda nerve wracking posting this after the last smut I wrote since it was such a big hit. Hope you like this imagine!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 3,910

Warning: SMUT, fingering, hand job, cursing, this time: protected intercourse!!! i mean, you do wear a helmet when going to war, right?

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Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))


“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.

“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 

Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.

The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.

It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.

Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.

“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.


A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

Klangst Week: March 31st (AU/Free Day)

You know that meme? The 15 minutes late with a Starbucks? 

Yeah that’s me, only it should be 84 years late with a frape.

Either way, here’s my final piece for the @klangst-week! It was so much fun doing this, even if I didn’t participate from the start! Big thanks to the awesome people that made this a thing <3 


Getting to know someone takes time, effort.

Getting to know Lance McClain takes a whole more than that.

That’s not to say that Lance is a broody mysterious character straight out of an otome game.

No, Keith thought, quite the contrary. Lance was the most sociable person he’d met, always greeting everyone with a grin and bright eyes. Besides, it was Lance that initiated this..thing between them in the first place.

It started on a lazy summer day of their first year in university, Lance flopping down besides Keith on the grass, beckoning him about the book he was reading.

Halfway through that year, Lance slipped his way into Keith’s everyday life, fitting himself into Keith’s routine.

By the end of the first year, Keith realised Lance found himself in his morning thoughts and his fitful rest’s dreams, a feeling meddling at the pit of his chest that he’d yet to acknowledge.

He’d start to notice little things about him, things that urged him closer to figuring out the unsolved puzzle that was Lance McClain.

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Remember the Promise, Carl Grimes.

A/N: I made another one! I hope you guys like it as much as you have the last ones!

Summary: The reader and Carl are in a “no strings attached” kind of relationship that is as complicated as can be. Due to the disapproval of the reader’s mother they’ve been sneaking around for quite some time. Despite efforts to stop it, they both feel it turning into something more.

(Flashbacks in italics)

Word Count: 15,247

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Fall For You (M) | 02

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,272
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-

Part 01. Part 03 + Drabbles

It wasn’t over.

After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.

No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

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Mirrors (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count: 1339

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

AN: The Riverdale break was killing me so I did this. But it’s back now and I’m a happy little bean.

You had been going to Riverdale high for a few years or so now. You were lucky to have met your now best friend Valerie, who is also a pussycat, otherwise you wouldn’t know what you would do. Making friends was never easy for you so having one was a miracle. Being the quiet art student who prefers to stay away from the crowds, sitting alone and sketching in a notebook, that’s who you were. Socialising wasn’t something you did everyday and you honestly tried to avoid talking to people you didn’t know as much as possible as you tended to make a complete fool out of yourself with your awkward behaviour.

Apart from Valerie and Pops who ran the local diner, there wasn’t anybody else who interested you in this small town. Well, apart from the mysterious boy that always seemed to be wearing a beanie named Jughead Jones. Ever since you first saw him busily typing away on his laptop in Pops the first week you moved here, you’d been head over heels for the guy. There was just something intriguing about him and it wasn’t just his odd name.

Yes, you’d been crushing on this boy for three years now yet you’d never actually talked to him yourself and you didn’t see yourself having a conversation with him anytime soon. But hopefully one day you’d gain enough courage to do so.

It was a Friday night and you were currently spending it alone at Pops. You were in the midst of drawing in your art book when you were interrupted by the man himself. “One chocolate milkshake for miss Y/N.” The friendly man sent you a smile as he placed your drink on the table. You couldn’t help but let out a wide smile at the old man, he always made you feel welcome. “Thanks Pops. So how have you been doing?" 

"Oh same old same old. But what about you missy, have you talked to that crush of yours yet?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he waited for your response. Yes, you had accidentally told Pops about your crush on Jughead, more like he figured it out but that’s another story. Letting out a sigh you leaned forward, resting your arms on the table. "I’m working on it…” Well that was a complete lie, but Pops didn’t need to know how pathetic you are that you can’t even talk to a freaking boy after a year.“

Sending you a sympathetic look he placed a hand reassuringly on your shoulder. "Come on now Y/N, I’m sure if he got to know you that boy would fall quickly." 

"I dunno pops…I think i’m just destined to be alone.” You sighed before lazily taking a sip of your shake.

 "I don’t think so…“ at those words the bell signalling someone entered the diner rang causing you to look up and see, oh wow it was him…it was Jughead. Looking up at pops with a nervous expression you noticed a smirk appear on his face making you feel uneasy. Before you could stop it he opened his mouth. "Jughead Jones, what can I get for you today my boy?" 

 At his voice Jughead turned around only to smile at the man, walking up to greet him. "Hey pops, just the usual for me please.” Oh god he was coming this way! You quickly looked down at the page of your sketchbook in front of you and started working on your drawing, hoping that he wouldn’t realise you were there and that Pops wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Wonderful, that’ll be out in a minute. Say Juggy…have you met Y/N here?” Your body froze at his words and your breathing stopped, this was not happening. “Uh no, I haven’t. Hey I’m Jughead.” Finally looking up, your eyes met with his green ones and you struggled to form words as you stuttered out a response. “I-I’m uh, I’m Y/N, I know who you are.” Well that didn’t sound creepy at all! “I mean-I go to the same school as you…yeah.”

Well great you’ve already blown your chances and it look likes Pops abandoned you as well. Just great. Your frantic thoughts were interrupted by the boy in front of you chuckling at your introduction. “Well Y/N, do you mind if I sit here?" 

"Yeah uh you can do that.” You mumbled out as heat rose to your cheeks as you blushed in embarrassment. Taking the seat in front of you Pops came just in time as he placed Jugheads drink in front of him before sending you a not so subtle wink and walking away. That man I swear. "So…you’re into art I see.“ Jughead spoke up as he glanced down at your sketchbook open in front of you.

"Oh well I guess, I mean yeah…I am." Gosh why were you so awkward! This was your crush you’re supposed to be impressing him, not acting like a fool.

"That’s really cool. Do you mind if I take a look." He seemed genuinely interested so you shyly nodded your head, handing him the book. ” Um sure.“

As he flipped through your sketchbook he studied every drawing intently making you nervous. But as he finished he looked up at you in what appeared to be…awe? "Woah Y/N these are…amazing. Where did you learn to draw like this?" You blushed at his words, looking shyly down at your lap as you fiddled with the ends of your sweater. "Just practiced I guess." 

"Well you’re really talented.” He sent you a smile as he leaned back against the seat. He crossed his arms as his eyes looked at you as if he was studying you. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze you spoke up and changed the topic to something other than yourself. “Oh uh thank you. What about you though, writing for the school newspaper and all. I read your articles, they’re really good." 

 "I’m surprised people actually read those." He chuckled before taking a sip from his drink. 

"Well I dunno about everyone else but I do." You joked before doing the same and taking a sip from your shake.

 "Gee thanks." Jughead feigned being hurt by your words and dramatically placed his hand over his heart, causing you to rush out an apology. "Oh n-no I was just kid-"  

Your worried expression made the boy burst out in hysterics as he reassuringly placed his hand over yours. "I was just joking, it’s alright.”

Feeling overwhelmed by his touch and his small prank your cheeks reddened once again as you pulled your hand away from his hold, taking another drink from your shake. As you placed the glass back down you heard a small chuckle come from Jughead, looking up at him in confusion he let out another laugh. “You have a little something on your nose-here let me." He explained before leaning across the table coming incredibly close to your face, causing your heart to race and your breath to hitch in your throat. His hand reached out, eyes locking on your own as his thumb swiped across the tip of your nose removing the bit of froth that was previously there. He leaned back into his seat, leaving you sitting their utterly confused at his previous actions. "Oh uh thanks.”

 He sent you a smirk before finishing off his drink and standing up from his seat. “You’re welcome. I gotta get going but I’ll see you at school tomorrow, it was nice talking to you, we should do this again sometime.”

Still in shock over everything that just happened you nodded. “Sure yeah that’d be great. I’ll see you at school then?" 

"See you then Y/N.” He smiled before leaving, walking out the door as you still sat their like a lost puppy, still wondering what the fuck just happened. Stuff like this only happened in books and movies, not your boring life! Your thoughts are interrupted as Pops voice speaks up from next to you. “What did I tell you?" 

Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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Title: Now, What Do We Have Here?

@laymetorest77​ requested: Hey there! Would it be too much trouble to request a smutty (as fuck) one-shot of Simon & Negan walking in on the reader masturbating, then it leads to a (possible) 3-some?

Character(s): Negan, Reader, Simon 
Summary: You have been living in the Sanctuary for two months now and neither men showed any interest towards you. Though, it is a good thing that you’ve got a vivid imagination and after a long day at work, you decide to let out some steam.
Word Count: 3,979
Author’s Note: Okay, I’ll take any reason to write more of Negan x Reader x Simon stories. So, thank you @laymetorest77 for requesting this! I hope it was okay, and very very smutty ;-)

(GIF Source: @justnegan || @heartfulloffandoms)

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Be Mine || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by musicluvaffair

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Angst (fluffy ending)

There was something different about him that made all the girls go crazy. And yes, that makes this seem like an old cheesy 90s flick that’s gonna end with the protagonist and antagonist fighting it out through a dance battle but just wait.

Jungkook was what everyone liked to call the “bad boy”. He fit into every stereotype that came with the name. He would stay out late, get in trouble with the cops, and he broke almost every girls heart.

Yet that didn’t stop any of them from loving him. He emitted this feeling, something dangerous that all the girls were interested in. You, were just as guilty as the others.

There was something about the boy that was different from the average. It didn’t matter how many hearts he broke or what he did, he was still somehow one of the most likeable people at the school, while also being one of the most dangerous.

It was your first year of high school when you had first met Jungkook. You had come half way through the year and were nervous as by that point almost everyone had established their social groups, and you had no idea where you were going to fit.

It was then that Jungkook had shown up. He had been nice enough to direct you to the front office, and that was a side of Jungkook that you had never seen ever again. It seemed in that moment he had been a completely different person, and while everyone was obsessing over the fact that he was so cool, and so handsome, you liked him for a completely different reason.

You couldn’t deny that the bad boy side interested you though. It was something every girl secretly wanted. They wanted someone who would make them feel loved and protected, but would also make every moment an adventure. And you were one of those girls.

Jungkook was one of the most interesting boys at school, and no matter what you did you couldn’t get him off your mind. You were always drawn back to that moment in your first year. And you could swear that you find him staring at you every so often.

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What Was Left Behind

April 17th

School was cancelled today! Dunno what for, mom woke me up just to tell me not to bother getting up. Thanks, mom (not!). I’m pretty glad since school’s so far away I usually have to be up and ready to go when it’s still dark.  Price you pay for some fancy private school. Gonna spend the day playing Mario Kart. Mom said she was meeting dad. I wasn’t really listening but it’s weird, I’m sure dad had work today. Maybe they’re meeting for lunch or something? Sucks that she didn’t invite me then. Leftover mac'n'cheese it is then.


April 18th

School’s still closed. Guessing there’s probably some major repairs or something, never heard anything about a strike. Pretty weird. Though it could be the boiler. It’s always the boiler with stuff like this.

Hang on, can hear hammering downstairs.

Um… Dad’s boarding up all the windows? Didn’t ask him why, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. There’s a crapton of shopping bags in the kitchen too, been there since yesterday. Dunno why Mom hasn’t unpacked them yet. Guess a bad storm’s coming.

Must be why school’s closed.

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So this is probably a weird prompt but could you do it where Hermione ran away from her parents before 6th year and goes to stay with the twins and falls for Fred or something…? I absolutely adore your stories, I haven’t read such good Fremione in a while…

This might not be what you were thinking buuuuuut…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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It was a green tea type of day.

Fred and George had gone to work, the flat was empty, and a breeze was blowing in through the open window. Normally, a buzz of conversation and street noise would have made its way in with the breeze, voices talking about which books they needed, how much the apothecary was asking this term, which cauldron the fourth years needed, whether an ashwinder could be snuck into the school. She would have heard younger siblings complaining loudly that they weren’t leaving for Hogwarts yet or older students complaining about rules. In a typical summer, there would have been couples sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s slurping ice creams and staring gooily into one another’s eyes, talking about how nothing would drag them apart, not even being on different schedules in different houses in different years.

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Distress and Smiles

Credence Barebone X Reader

Request: Nope ;)

Warnings: Torture. Hints at Abuse. Sadness. It’s cute and sweet, don’t get me wrong, but

(AN: Okay. Wow Credence is harder to write then Graves. And I kinda wanted him to be happy after all that had happened so this takes place post the film: Hope you like it.)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

“Okay.” You sighed, “You ready?”

He nodded, grabbing you hand and taking a deep breath and looking at his straightened tie. “Okay.” You continued, a small smile creeping on your lips, “So you can’t stare at anyone and make sure not drink anything. Especially not anything too brightly colored. Oh and stay close! Oh and Credence?” You smiled, squeezing his hand, reviving a small hmm from him, “Thank you for coming with me.” You hugged him tightly. Causing a small smile to escape onto his lips as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and his nose into your hair. Letting go, you looked at him with twinkling eyes and a nod, turning swiftly to the door and doing the secret knock, grabbing Credence’s hand as the door swung open and walking inside the club.

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anonymous asked:

Look you can't do this to me. I should be paying attention in class and all I can think about is Eurotrash footballer Bucky and that beautiful gold back chain on Sam as a God.

(setting aside eurotrash bucky for one hot second, let’s talk more about the gold back chain in question)

Bucky probably shouldn’t, if he’s being honest with himself.

It’s just— it’s so easy. They’ve really made it easy to buy things nowadays—get Steve talking about the evils of late-stage consumer capitalism and you’ll wish you hadn’t right about the moment he draws in his third deep breath and starts on landfills and designed obsolescence—but comparative to the days Bucky had to scrimp for weeks just to buy a goddamn shirt and had a choice of exactly two colors, he ain’t complaining. He really likes internet shopping, is the thing. He’s still not sleeping much, and in the long, quiet stretches late at night, deep in the vortex of wikipedia and youtube and some personal shopping market called etsy, he finds himself buying things just for the novelty of it. Hand-thrown pottery coffee mugs. Little shards of crystal he thinks Wanda might like. Books, fuck, so many books, and soft handspun yarn, dyed a deceptively subtle shade of grey. Turns out Bucky likes to knit, and if nothing else, it’s good PT for the new arm. 

Nobody’s said anything, yet, about the charges on the credit card, and so Bucky clicks past a brew-your-own-ginger-beer kit, a linen apron, an artisanal soy lavender and ylang ylang candle, whatever the fuck that means, and then he sees it.

His breath catches in the back of his throat as he imagines how the gold would gleam against Sam’s dark skin, how it’d span his broad shoulders. It’d be a little like wings, he thinks abstractly, it’d— fuck, it’d be beautiful, and before he knows it he’s added the necklace to the cart and checked out, a hundred and seventy three dollars poorer and all of a sudden yearning for Sam’s warmth against him. They don’t share a room; between Bucky’s fragmented sleep schedule and both their night terrors, they’d be waking each other up most of the time, but Bucky’s crept into Sam’s room often enough to know he can do it now, that Sam will roll over and murmur soft and sleepy, will tug Bucky’s arm until it’s wrapped around Sam’s ribs and Bucky’s chest is pressed against Sam’s back all the way down Sam’s spine. And that’s what he does now, crawls into bed and pulls the blankets back up over the both of them, brushes a kiss to the nape of Sam’s neck and lets himself breathe him in, falling asleep in the span of a moment.

He forgets, entirely, about his latest purchase, until four days later a package arrives.

“You ordering more shit online?” Sam asks, tossing it to him, and Bucky blinks as he catches it. “What is it this time, more personalized fridge magnets?”

“That was one time,” Bucky mutters, because when the package of scrabble-tile fridge magnets had arrived, Bucky had wound up with SAM and STEVE-O and BINKY spelled out across his arm in less than half an hour. “Shit, I dunno, I think I was asleep on the internet again.”

“You’re trouble,” Sam tells him, and Bucky tears open the bubblewrap bag, blinks in confusion at the delicate gold chains spilling out into his hands. “Oh, that’s pretty. What is it? For Wanda? Natasha?”

“No,” Bucky says, remembering suddenly. Smiles at Sam, chews his lip. “It’s, uh. For you. If you— you don’t have to, if you think it’s dumb, I just thought…”

“Give it, Barnes,” Sam demands. Takes the jewelry from Bucky, holds it up. Smiles slow and very sweet. “Okay, I’d say you shouldn’t have, but I’d be lying, because this is gorgeous. You really bought it for me?”

“I thought it’d look good on you,” Bucky shrugs.

It does. It really, really does.

“I might never take it off,” Sam says thoughtfully, looking at himself in the mirror. He tilts his head to the side and lets his eyes fall half-closed, all sultry long lashes and full lips and skin glowing under the delicate gold. Bucky kisses the side of his throat. Traces his fingers over the round of Sam’s shoulder, the cool metal and warm skin.

“Don’t,” he says, breathless, “it’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous,” and Sam’s smile gets wider, softer, impossibly more tender. It’s worth it, Bucky thinks; it’s all worth it, and he cannot believe he’s this lucky, day after beautiful day.

New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One  Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yeah, a long time coming 

Warning: Swearing, angsty 

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona

Y/n stood there in silence for a moment, wondering in her head if this fool was being serious. Him quietly pleading to her is what put the icing on the cake as she swivels on her heel and quickly grabs Peter by his collar, roughly tugging him up to his feet. 

“Get your ass up,” She snaps, while pulling him somewhere private, and away from the eyes that gathered at the window of the coffee shop. Coming to a stop in front of an alley, Y/n wastes no time separating themselves from civilization. Once she’s pushed him up against the wall, her anger was finally breaking from the dam in her brain that she’s tried so hard not to let free. “How dare you?” 

Peter stares in shock, with a mixture of confusion, not daring to move a muscle in case she would tear it off. “I-I don’t…” 

“You have the balls to cheat on me, then ask me to marry you? You must think I’m some kind of toy, don’t you? Someone you can just toss around whenever you feel like it, right?” 

“That’s not true-”

“Then tell me why.” Peter could see the tears in her eyes, the pain they’ve held ever since that night…oh, how he wishes he could make that look go away. “Tell me why you thought it was okay to cheat, then lie to my face every night saying that I was your number one.” 

Silence filled the space between them; suffocating and thick. “I swear to God if you don’t start talking-” 

“I was afraid, alright? I’ve never been in a relationship for so long without something going wrong. When the arguments started around our second year of being together, I was sure that it was a wrap for us. So I started sleeping with Wendy…but then our third year passed, when I gave you the promise ring. Then the fourth…and now our fifth and…by then I was just…I was stuck. I was surprised we made it so far, but I was also aware of exactly what I’ve been doing behind your back, and I was stuck. At the party, I had every intention of meeting up with Wendy, I won’t deny that. But, it was only to call everything off, because I couldn’t stand doing what I was doing to you anymore, it wasn’t fair. I lost track of time, she caught me off guard and then…you finally caught us. From that moment on is when shit hit the fan and everything fell apart.” 

“Then why blame me? Why would you say that it was partially my fault that I made you do this, after I’ve been nothing but faithful-” 

“I panicked, Y/n. Never has anyone stuck with me for so long, and defended my name, and loved me. I didn’t know how else to react…and I’m sorry. None of this is your fault; I knew what kind of person I was, and I still asked you out anyway. I knew what kind of person you were dumped by, and I still asked you out anyway. I did this to you. And to ask you to marry me, I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention, to talk to you again, for you to listen to me. I’m not perfect, I-I know that for sure-”

“Peter. I never wanted you to be. I just wanted you. I didn’t care about what others said about you or what things you did in the past because you were the only person there to pick up the pieces and make me feel whole again. The person I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with…” 

Y/n smiles weakly as the tears, she mentally kicked herself for having, finally came cascading down her cheeks and onto the concrete. Peter wanted to hold her so badly, not even realizing he was unconsciously reaching for her shaking frame. Neither of them questioned how the hug started, they just stood in the embrace contently as they sobbed in each others arms. 

He hugged her tightly as if he would never get the privilege to hold her ever again. 

“But I was wrong.”   And he won’t.  

His eyes widened as Y/n pulls herself away from the hug, wiping her tears on her sleeves. “W-..What?” 

“I was wrong,” She shrugs, shaking her head slowly. “You were right the first time, this was all my fault.” 

“No, Y/n, that’s not-” 

“Who was I to think I could change you? To actually have the slightest faith that you couldn’t possibly break my heart, like in your past relationships. People who are close to me and care for me saw you as a red flag, and I chose to ignore them, because ‘you would never hurt me’. That’s the most dumbest, overused, cliche excuse in the book, and I only have myself to blame. It’s like I’m trapped inside someone’s fanfiction where you only get one of two endings: The good one, or the bad one. And things aren’t looking so good, if you ask me.”  

Peter stood in his emptiness, with the look of dread upon his face. He looked much older, tired, broken. The tears he never wiped away still falling down his face, as he stared at the only woman who had ever given him a chance; all he could do was cry. 

“Y/n please…I’m not the same without you, everything I’ve done was fucked up, but I’d rather live with that shame and keep you, than just let you walk out of my life-I can’t lose you, I-I just can’t!”  

“You lost me the day you put your lips on another woman, Peter.” Her words were like knives, but her expression held…peace. As if everything was clear and calm again. “I told myself in this year I would be different somehow. I didn’t know how or what was going to change, but I never would have guess it would be our relationship and…another thing. We had a good run Peter, a little bumpy, but who said life was easy?”

“Y/n, please don’t do this…” 

She hums slightly, sickeningly enjoying the look of sadness dominating his handsome features. How does it feel?  “It’s time to grow up, Peter Pan. Women won’t waste there time for little boys.” 

With that said, Y/n turns on her heel once again, heading for the exit of the damp alley. Suddenly coming to a stop, she sighs heavily, looking down. 

“Don’t…don’t go looking for me. If you love me you’ll move past this and get some help. Promise me.” 

Peter sniffles once, finally wiping the tears from his eyes. This is what he deserved, there was nothing he could do to change her mind, and he had to respect that. Nodding slowly, only to realize she wasn’t looking at him, he responds. “Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.” 

Chuckling softly, she tilts her head to where he could see her smile.

“Third time’s the charm, right?” 

Now it was his turn to chuckle for a short moment, until his grin fell back into a heavy frown. This was it for them. Five years…five beautiful years he will forever hold in his memories until the day he dies. Never will there ever be another ‘Y/n L/n’. He only prays that the next guy lucky enough to have her, keeps her longer than he was able to. 

“Goodbye, Peter.” 

He watched her leave, not being able to say anything. All he did was wave at her disappearing back. Once he could no longer see her is when it all started to come crashing down on him. The tears, the shouts, the tantrum, it all came like a fucking truck. Peter let himself slide down the rough brick wall, sitting right back in the funk he had himself in for the past months yet again. Heaving and puffing, he reached for his phone, looking for the contact he swore he was going to erase a long time ago. Wendy

Right when he was about to hit dial, he stopped himself. What was he doing? After all that happened, had he learned nothing? 

‘If you love me you’ll get past this and get some help. Promise me.’ 

Peter did love her…and he’ll be damned if he broke another promise. Not even hesitating, he pressed ‘delete number’ on her contact, watching as an ‘are you sure?’ came right after. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. “New year. New me. I promise.” He confirmed as he lifted off the ground, and back into the world he now saw in a new light. 

He was going to change. For himself, and for her. 

Meanwhile, after Y/n had left the alley moments ago, she felt as if a whole weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It wasn’t until another weight from her lower body brought her back down to earth. 

Smiling softly, Y/n placed a hand over the growing bump she hid underneath her sweatshirt stealthily, rubbing delicate circles over the faint movement of her unborn child. She had found out about her pregnancy right after that horrible night. Call it an inconvenient miracle. 

Peter was in no shape or condition to help with the child, nor was he in good waters with Y/n in the first place. So, her only option was to keep it a secret and just…start fresh somewhere else. All part of the new year journey. After softly cooing at her stomach for brief moment, Y/n looks up into the world she now saw in a new light. ‘Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.’

“New year. New me. I promise.” 

She was going to change. For herself, and for her child. 

Clingy(Part 2)

But baby please, won’t you love me?”


After Ed had left, I couldn’t help but feel like I was forgetting something. After pondering over it for a couple of minutes while standing in the hallway like an idiot, I finally remembered the text that Y/N had sent me. I had forgotten to reply, as I had gotten caught up in talking to Ed. I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket, and checked the message.

As soon as I had seen that Y/N texted me, Ed had started talking about her, and I didn’t get the chance to reply.

I read the text, and it said that she had a surprise for me. It was strange that the text was received more than an hour ago. Usually, she sent a lot of texts if I didn’t reply.

I recalled the conversation that I had just had with Ed. I understood that I had said some pretty harsh words, the words that I should have never said about anyone, let alone my own girlfriend. I remembered Ed’s words,

She only does these things for you because she cares. And she wants you to care for her as well. If you’re bothered by it, then maybe it’s time for you to re-consider your priorities.”

Now that I looked at the text messages that she had sent to me in the past weel, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ever saying what I did.

Haz, I missed you so much today, I almost died. (I’m kidding, but I did miss you a lot)

Do you think we could meet at Johnny’s Café tonight? If you’re free…

Have you eaten dinner yet? I’m on my way to yours, I can bring something if you want?

Take care, my prince.

And there were many more that I hadn’t bothered replying to. I admitted that what I had done was wrong, so I decided to call her. As I clicked on her contact picture, I couldn’t help the strange feeling in my gut.

For a minute, I just stared at her picture. She was so beautiful, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her mine. I shouldn’t be taking her for granted.

With a promise to myself to never think about her like that again, I called her, ready to ask her to come over, as well as about the surprise she had. However, I felt nervous when she didn’t pick up. She usually picked up pretty soon.

Taking a seat on the couch, I decided to wait.

Maybe she’s busy, I thought.

Still though, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I felt like there was something terribly wrong, and it worried me. What if she’s sick? Should I call her again? Should I go over to hers? For a second there, I just thought about how pathetic I was. Here I was complaining about her, when I was pretty much doing the same. Was this how she felt when I didn’t reply? I decided to try again after a while. But before I knew it, I had passed out on the couch.

It was dark outside when I woke up again. The first thing I did was check my phone. Strangely, there were no texts or calls from Y/N. I called her again, hoping she would pick up. She did:

“Hello?” she said.

For some reason, it didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound like her. I tried to ignore that as I replied,

“Ey’ love, haven’t heard from you much today.”

“Yeah I, umh, stayed up late last night and just slept through the day.” She said.

Her voice almost shook as she said it, and I found myself wondering just what I had missed.

“Baby, are yeh ‘kay?” I asked.

She sniffled before replying, “Yeah. I’m good. I was just reading a sad book, ‘got me a little emotional.” 

Her reply did little to settle my nerves, but I decided not to pressure her.

“Awwh baby, you wanna’ come over? Can do something to cheer yeh up?”

I was hoping she would say yes, because although we had spent the day together yesterday, I yearned for her presence after the realizations that I had made today.

“Umm, I actually have to go somewhere today. So…” Her reply wasn’t what I was hoping for, I wanted her to come over to me, to spend time with me. I knew that I had been unfair to her, but I couldn’t help the remorse that I felt right now.

“Oh, tha’s okay, ‘can do somethin’ tomorrow, yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ll see, I guess.

 Her replies were so monotone, I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl whom I had been with yesterday.

“Are yeh sure you’re okay?’ I asked.

“Listen Harry, I have to go right now, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

That was it. She hung up before I could say anything.

It had been three weeks since that day. Y/N had been getting more and more distant with time. She rarely smiled, and when she did, it was never at me. Whenever I suggested meeting up, she made up some excuse as to why she couldn’t get there. It had been a long time since I had gotten to kiss her, it was usually just a peck that never lasted more than a few seconds. When we hugged, I could feel her body get tense, and it was clear that she felt uncomfortable. Her random texts that used to annoy me, they weren’t there anymore.

I should have been happy but I can’t describe the melancholy in the pit of my stomach, that unknown feeling that kept eating away at me. This wasn’t what I had wanted, this wasn’t how I had intended it to be. I wanted nothing more than to get back what we had.

I promised myself that this time, I would be a better man. I would do it right, I would treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But the way she had been acting lately, it made me feel like I had done something so bad that I couldn’t undo. It killed me to see her this way. My only wish was to get back the Y/N that I had developed such strong feelings for, and this time, I vowed to never take her for granted.

It was a Wednesday when I asked Y/N to come over at my place. She said that she couldn’t come because she wasn’t feeling too well. I offered to come over at hers, but she refused. The helplessness that I felt killed me inside. I decided to go to the café nearby, for a cup of coffee.

As I opened the door, the sight in front of me made my heart drop to my stomach. Y/N was sitting at a table in the back of the café, looking out the window. She was alone, and there was a cup in front of her that still had steam coming out of it. What absolutely killed me though, was how she looked so… sad

This wasn’t like her, she was always so happy, so excited and so full of affection. I felt my eyes watering at the sight of my girl looking so alone, so sad.

I had always been taught to treat a woman right. Whether it be a stranger, or a friend. It was something that my mum had embedded into me, and it was a part of me now.

I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself as I looked at the girl that I loved. My thoughts halted to a stop at that


It certainly sounded scary, the thought of loving someone. But then I realized that yes, I did love her. 

That feeling whenever I looked at her? How it pissed me off that she’d put herself in difficulty just to see me? How it absolutely killed me inside to see her so unhappy? I did indeed love her, and it was about time that I let her know that.

I was determined to make things right.

With this thought, I started walking towards the table that she sat at alone. As I slid in the seat opposite to her, she seemed to not even notice, she was staring out the window and it looked like she was in another world, a world that I wasn’t a part of.

That was when I noticed the silent tear sliding down her cheek. It tore me apart, what had happened that she felt the need to hide and lie to me? What had happened to my girlfriend that forced her to run away from me?

I slid into the seat next to her, my hand slowly moving to hold her slightly trembling ones that were placed on her lap. She seemed startled at the sudden contact, and turned around to face me as a gasp escaped her.

“Ha-Harry, what are you doing here?”

Even her voice wavered as she asked me the question. My fingers raised to wipe off the tears on her cheeks, before she turned her face down.

“Y/N, how long are you going to play this game for?’’

It came out harsher than I had intended for it to be, but I had to let her know that it was killing me to see her like this.

“What are you talking about?” she replied, her voice back to being expressionless, once again giving me no clue as to how she felt.

“You know what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting so distant lately, you never want to meet up, you don’t want any sort of physical contact, heck, you don’t even pick up when I call you! What am I supposed to make out of that? I hate this, I hate whatever this is that we have become.”

I burst out. I felt my heart stop as she turned around to face me, her eyes bloodshot, her distress was clear as she quietly remarked,

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand what was happening.

When I didn’t reply, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper,

“You remember that day I said that I had a surprise for you?”

I nodded as I felt my heart sinking lower in my chest, recalling the words and events that had taken place on that particular day. I had forgotten to ask her about the surprise, and she never really talked about it afterwards.

Heck, she didn’t talk to me about anything after that apart from the short responses that came when I asked her a question.

“I came over at your house that day, when Ed was there. I didn’t want to disturb you two, so I tried to be quiet. Little did I know, I was the topic of your conversation. I heard everything you said that day, Harry. How else was I supposed to act after that?”

I felt the world caving in on me as I recalled the words that I had said.

She tries too hard”

“She’s always around me”

She’s just, clingy.”

I had no idea as to how I was going to make things right, but I was determined to try. I had to let her know that I had made a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake in my life, something that could cause me to lose the girl of my dreams.

“Baby, I know it all sounded wrong. But it was a mistake. I was confused about my feelings. I admit, it did start to annoy me a bit, but after not being able to have you for so long, I’ve realized that I was at fault. You only did all that because you cared. And I love you for that.”

It seemed as if the world stopped, as she looked in my eyes. Her sad, yet beautiful eyes, stared into mine.

“L-Love?” she croaked out.

This was it. This was the moment that would decide the rest of my life. I prayed with everything in me that she would feel the same.

“Yes, love. I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit that anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same. Heck, I understand if you hate me. Even I hate myself right now. But baby please, won’t you love me? Won’t you give me a chance? I promise that I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll show you that I care. Because I do; I may not have been the best at showing that before, but I do care. I care because I love you.”

I had poured my innermost feelings for her in this, I had showed my deepest emotions, and I prayed, oh how I prayed, that I would get one more chance to make it all right.

I hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down my face until she lifted her hand to cup my cheek and wiped away the fallen tears. My eyes shut slowly as I leaned in to her touch.

I just now realized how much I had missed her touch, her sweet smell that lured me into her.

“I love you too, Harry. But you have to understand that what you said, really hurt me, and it’s not that easy for me to forget everything that happened.”

As much as the next words made my guilt grow, I couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed me, just by her words.

She loved me.

She loved me back.

The girl that I loved, actually loved me back the same.

“I promise that I’ll do anything to get your forgiveness. I’ll show you that you can trust me. I promise.” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her.

She looked shocked as she kneeled down beside me.

“Harry, get up.”

“But baby, I need you to forgive me.” I stated, as I saw the playful glint back in her eyes. It showed me that she was happy, and that was all that I wished for.

“Okay, okay. I forgive you. Just get up, you dork.” I smiled as she took me into her embrace, her hands wrapped around my neck as my face nuzzled in her hair.

“I love you, baby. I really do.” I said, as my hands tightened around her waist.

“I love you too.” She replied, her hands weaving through my hair.

“Say it again?” I requested, desperate to hear the confirmation that someone as perfect as her, actually loved me back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. Even though you’re a jerk at times.”

“I’m your jerk though, ain’t I, pet?” We didn’t need words as our lips connected, letting the most intimate parts of ours speak for themselves.

“By the way, you’re moving in with me. I can’t stay without you anymore.”+

She only nodded in response, before crashing her lips with mine once again.

Sunday Candy Bucky edition (Bucky x reader)

A/N:  Here is my Bucky version (the first version I’m posting), but there will be more. Don’t forget to wish @bitch-m-fabulous a happy birthday if you have a minute. We should still be at work and trust me when I say it is a jam packed day.

Warning: Some sex talk but I skipped the smut here to focus on the fluff

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

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