made me tear up when i saw it

I missed you

Loki x Reader

Genre: SO MUCH ANGST

Word Count: 1,383

Summary: You find out that your husband, Loki was still alive after falling from the Bifrost, and you were determined to see him. Although, when you do, it is not hugs and kisses like you expected from reuniting with the love of your life.

AN: mmkayyy, so my first shot at actually writing something, tell me if you like it. I just needed some good and frustrating ANGST. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more. If not, I’ll probably hide in my shell and never write again. Feedback is always welcome tho 


“I command you let me through!” You were yelling at the two guards blocking the path to the dungeons, or as you thought, your path to Loki. “We have orders from the Allfather, Lady Y/N,” they replied. “I don’t understand why I am forbidden to see my own husband.”

You had been arguing for almost an hour before you heard a familiar voice boom through the hallway. “Let her pass!” Whipping your head, you saw familiar golden locks and a sympathetic look from Thor. “He has already been sentenced to life in those dungeons. No need to keep him from reuniting with his dear wife" 

Thor put an arm around your shoulder and interrupted the guards before they could speak again, “Come! I will escort you to my brother”

After passing through the large doors and turning a corner, Thor stopped to look at you and sighed. “Lady Y/N, I know you must miss him but you cannot just bother these dungeons. He cannot be trusted. He is not the same Loki you grew up with centuries ago… that Loki fell from the Bifrost” He held your shoulders and you know that he means well but you couldn’t help but feel anger start to bubble up inside you.

“How is he different? He’s made mistakes but don’t we all? Thor, I lost him once but I know he is still my Loki.” You looked at Thor hoping he would understand, and sighed. “And even if he weren’t… I’d love him all the same.”

 Thor let out a second deep sigh and let go of your shoulders. “I hope he knows that.” You continued walking until you and Thor reached a rather large and furnished cell and saw the raven hair you missed running your fingers through.

“I must go now. I might need to speak to father before the guards do.” Thor turned and walked away before stopping to shortly look back between you and Loki. After Thor had left, you walked closer to the cell in front of you.

“Loki,” You spoke quietly but loud enough for him to slightly turn his head to the side.

His hair was much longer from the last time you saw him. From what you could see, his eyes looked sunken and his face was a sickly pale color.

“Loki,” You repeated and he furrowed his brows before standing up and turning to you. “What are you doing here?” He spoke harshly and glared. You were confused for a moment. He seemed angry and ashamed all at once but you still missed the sound of his voice after it had stopped flowing from his lips.

“I wanted to see you.” You continued keeping your voice at a whisper. He scoffed and looked away. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. You wanted to kiss him and punch him all at once. He left you but he’s here now. You started to feel the tears prick at your eyes and you looked down at your feet, from being so overwhelmed, you assumed.

“Did you miss me?” You heard Loki’s voice mock and you looked up to see his back turned to you once again.

Your tears subsided and whatever you were feeling turned into anger. Angry at him for everything; for leaving you and letting you cry at night, for mocking you now and for not seemingly missing you at all. At the same time you were angry at yourself for still wanting feel his lips against yours.

You furrowed your brows and raised your voice a little louder, “No, Loki. I didn’t.” Loki turned back to face you and looked taken aback, all you could do was let out a laugh and wipe the tears away. “I didn’t miss you at all. I didn’t miss the one person I called my friend. I didn’t miss the person I married. Gods, I didn’t miss having someone hold me at night or comfort me when I cried!” You were screaming and tears were falling hard at this point and you were trying to look anywhere but him.

“Y/N, I-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, not caring how much your voice cracked. “Of course I missed you, Loki” Your voice was back to a whisper and you looked back at your feet. You didn’t realize you had walked as close as you could to the cell. “I died when I heard what happened.” You let out a sigh and continued, “All I wanted was to see you again…” You looked up to see he looked… Sad. He had tears in his eyes but his mouth was turned downward like he was disgusted, not with you, but himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Two words from his lips and all you wanted to do was hug him.  You just missed the feeling of him. You didn’t realize you were crying now just looking at his face.

“Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you tell me that you were okay? That you were alive?” You just wanted to know and every part of you was relieved that he was alive but hurt that he kept himself away from you and let you mourn.

“I couldn’t, Y/N.” he turned away again and started to walk towards his bed and you wanted to throw your slipper at him. “Why not!?” You yelled and he stopped moving completely. You saw his body stiffen and he let out a deep sigh.

“Y/N…”

“Did you not want to be with me?” You didn’t even understand what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted an answer. Something to explain why you didn’t eat for months and cried yourself to sleep, wishing you had fallen from the Bifrost. You just wanted him back with you.

“Of course I wanted to be with you, Y/N!” Loki yelled and interrupted your thoughts quickly. “Everyday, I wish to be beside you again. To hold you while you sleep. To be out of this accursed cell and be wherever you are!” He was running his fingers roughly through his hair, causing the slicked back locks to fall out of place. “But I couldn’t…”

“Why not!?” You yelled again

"I’m a monster, Y/N!” He looked at you full of rage. Not particularly at you but at everything. He wanted the world to melt away. “I couldn’t take it and especially after what I’ve done, I was too ashamed to even think of holding you again.” He sat on a small chair and put his head in his hands. You know what happened in Midgard but frankly, didn’t care when they told you he was okay.

“Did you at least try?” Your voice was cracking, you weren’t even sure if Loki could still hear you. All he did was sigh again before speaking up, not moving from his spot. “I wasn’t strong enough to try… I was too weak.”

“Were you too weak… or too selfish” You were hurting all over and your chest felt like a sack of bricks. It worsened when you saw a tear slip past Loki’s palm. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N…” He was near sobbing and it made your heart burn and caused you to choke back a sob yourself but you were just as mad.

"Loki, please… Just look at me” Your voice was still cracked but you had managed to cease the tears that were falling from your eyes. He looked up at you and you saw the tears that covered his cheeks.

“I’m not strong enough to try anymore, Y/N” He started to whisper, afraid that he wouldn’t be coherent if all you could hear was sobbing when he raised his voice. Hearing his words, your tears pushed out once more. You could feel your heart tearing itself to pieces. It felt worse than when you heard about his “death”. You felt hopeless. He was not the monster he believed himself to be nor did you believe he ever will be, but it seemed like he was the shell of your Loki.

“I missed you, Loki” you whispered one last time and turned around to leave when he put his head back in his hands and started to choke back his sobs.

“I missed you too, Y/N" 


Part 2 “Safe”

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Last night at Gaga’s show in Sacramento, I had a backstage experience pass. After me and my group took our photo, she allowed me to pull her aside to tell her a story about my aunt who had passed away three years ago. I told her though she already knows that she helped me as a young kid who was a scared closeted gay with her album Born This Way.. now, as an adult, she helped me heal with Joanne in a very specific personal way that I never expected. I told her about my family and how my aunt’s Lisa’s passing was that moment she talks about in her show that “blasts you so hard you cant remember who you were before.” I then told her in my gift envelope that I had to leave with security, I had one of my aunt’s necklaces that I wanted to give for her to keep it. Gaga then told her people to go get it for her. 

When they brought my gift in and she saw that it was pearls, at first she told me she couldn’t take it as it was too special and insisted that she’ll take a picture with me with her wearing them to cherish but I needed to keep them. She put them on and we took the picture together but after I told her I wanted her to have it and it was ok. She teared up and I was trying not to cry in general the whole time so I apologized if I had made her uncomfortable by asking her to take them and she said no it wasn’t that, it just was too special and I’d regret it if I didn’t keep them. I told her that items don’t hold the most special memories of her for my family and that we have a lot of stuff of hers. I told her this represented a significant powerful woman who shaped my mine and my family’s life similarly how she did for me. I said I wanted to represent the women that had a huge effect on both of us, like Joanne, and she should have it because the album helped heal my heart. Eventually, she agreed to keep them after I told her “I’m not much of a pearl girl anyways” and she laughed at me. She asked for my aunts name one more time and I reminded her that it was Lisa. I left the room with her still wearing them. 

Then, later in the show she came out on stage wearing them and this happened.

anonymous asked:

Hi Jeannine, there is a lovely comment on Joseph Cassell's insta by someone who helped make the beaded hoodie Taylor wore last night (sorry i dont know how to link it ) . Ps your tumblr account is my first port of call , you're the best 😍😍😍

this is perhaps one of the most heartwarming comments and stories of inspiration that i have read on insta in a long time. thank you so much for your message (and for your kind words). i’m delighted to share this:

josephcassell1 TAYLOR. @taylorswift on #snl. Tonight!
Makeup @lorrieturk
Hair @jemma_muradian
Styled by me 😻
Jacket @julienmacdonald
#taylorswift


pinkdurian Dear Joseph, this is a a thank you note from the bottom of my heart. I honestly hope you read this. Your choice for this particular jacket, the Acabar hoodie by Julien Macdonald, was partially made by myself during my internship, that i had the honour to work with earlier this year ( a picture of just off the runway on my instagram!). I remember vividly the pain of sewing the beads one by one. Do you know how it feels, when your a tiny town girl from Kuala Lumpur, who listens to Taylor growing up, chased this wild fashion dream, would have ever thought, someone she admires, would wear something i made? You have absolutely no idea, how much this means to me, I was just having dinner, scrolling through my feed, and i saw the Acabar, on Taylor Swift. My heart dropped to the 7th hell back up to the 7th heaven then came back to earth into my body. Tears. Your amazing, you’re an angel. I just couldn’t believe this, and wanted to express my genuine genuine eternal gratitude for making this decision. I want you to know, this Acabar hoodie was made by a person who loves Taylor as a creative, and it somehow flew around the universe to you. It made me hope that nothing is impossible. Thank you. Love & Light, Anisah.


josephcassell1 @pinkdurian Thank you for sharing this with me. What an inspiration! My best wishes to you. May you realize all your dreams. 😻

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The Real You (Joker x Chubby!Reader)

Requested by Anon: “I was wondering if you could pretty please write a fan fiction were the joker falls for a chubby reader, btw your amazing!!!!!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, I’ve never written anything like this before. So, I really hope its alright! 


You’re eyes scanned over the models thin bodies as you flipped through the pages of your magazine. You sighed, closing the magazine and shoved it away from yourself. Standing, you walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Your hands ran over your figure, pinching at loose skin as a frown slowly rose to your features. Your eyes glanced over at the discarded magazine, the model on the cover posing in such a way that showed off her thin figure.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)

Warnings: language, lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!

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Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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Today I wrote you out of my life. It didn’t end with good bye or one final tear, I just sort of ran out of words. I could no longer fill lines with words describing my broken heart. I could not enunciate the ache I felt in my heart that plagued me each night I went to bed without a call from you and each morning I woke up to no text. My prolonged dramatic poems about how much you meant to me no longer flowed from my heart like a beautiful but tragic symphony. And when I made the effort to picture your smile I saw myself happy without you. And when I went to write your name next to mine it didn’t fit. You know how you can repeat a word so many times that it sounds off so you try to spell it but you’re not sure if you’re spelling it correctly and then suddenly it looks like the wrong word all together? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if your middle name had one R or two, but I was sure that in my mouth your name tasted bitter and so I spit it out one last time. Today I wrote you out of my life. It didn’t end with a dramatic goodbye or one final tear, I guess I sort of just ran out of words.
—  teedaawg
“You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away” G.D

a/n: hey guys! part two of “I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this” is finally here! I know, i’ve left you guys waiting for this for too long but i had surgery last monday so i’ve been on strict bed rest and in so much pain these couple of days. BUT, i finally got the energy to finish this draft so here it is! this is also the first time i’ve written smut so bare with me haha.  i hope this makes up for it!

warnings: contains sexual content!

word count: 2,713 words.


“Come on y/n, it’s time for the meeting”

You looked up from your desk and saw your best friend Sienna waiting for you by the door. You nodded and quickly gathered your things before heading with her to the conference room.

It had been a year and sixty-one days since you walked away from Grayson. A year and sixty-one days since you walked away from the relationship you had wanted to be your happily ever after. After that night, you decided to start your life over, away from him, from Ethan, from everything that reminded you of what you had had with Gray.

And by everything, you meant EVERYTHING. You decided to leave LA and move to New York, a small town called Saratoga Springs which is just a short drive to New Jersey where your family lived.

Just being in the same city as Grayson had been toxic. You were always afraid of bumping into him everywhere you went, sometimes even hoping of running into him because you missed him terribly. You knew an escape from the city you had grown to love would be the best thing for you and your newly broken heart.

Now you were in your second year of college and had a paid internship at a live entertainment company which had been your dream job for the longest. That was actually one of the things you and Grayson had had in common, you both had dreams of one day being involved in the entertainment industry as a career.

“So how’s Jacob doing? Sienna said, pulling you from your thoughts.

You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend. You were honestly so happy to have him in your life. He had helped you become the happy girl you used to be again and you were so thankful to have him, and yet, you sometimes felt like something was missing but you weren’t sure what it was. You figured time would tell you or show you what it was.

“We’re doing great, he’s actually taking me out to dinner after work for our five month anniversary” you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your adorably corny boyfriend.

“Ugh I don’t know how you can like corny guys” your best friend whined, “just the thought of it makes me wanna throw up”

“You just wait for the guy that’s gonna come and sweep you off your feet” you teased, “then you’ll be the one doing all these corny things with him and I’ll be laughing my ass off watching you”

Sienna pretended to throw up and shook her head profusely, “No thank you. What I can’t wait for is for the guys our bosses are meeting to get here. I heard from the girl in front desk that we’ll be left drooling after looking at them” she smirked, “Speaking of…”

You turned to the direction she was looking and saw the back of two guys. You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach turn and your heart begin to race at the sight of them. They were about the same height, except one was just a tiny bit taller. The taller one was also a little more built than the other but they were both pretty muscular.

You both walked in and saw your bosses smile at the sight of you guys arriving.

“Y/N, Sienna, this is Ethan and Grayson. We will be producing their upcoming tour in the summer.”

You felt your heart stop when Grayson’s eyes met your own. In that moment you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t believe he was standing right there in front of you. You had thought the chances of running into him again were slim to none, and therefore, you hadn’t been prepared for this moment.

His beautiful hazel-brown eyes, his short and yet wavy brown hair, his plump pink lips, the cute freckle on his chin; everything about him was exactly the same.

Millions of thoughts were running through your head, but one thing was clear to you, you needed to get out of there.

You felt Sienna look at you worriedly as you carefully set the documents down on the table and apologized before leaving the conference room in a hurry. You could hear your name being called in the distance, but you didn’t dare go back. You couldn’t.

You gathered your things as quickly as you could, not caring of the consequences you leaving could bring. You saw Sienna running over to your desk from the corner of your eye, so you tried to leave before she could reach you but she quickly blocked your path.

“Y/n what was that back there?” she asked, “and why are you so shaky?”

You hadn’t even noticed how shaky you truly were until she pointed it out. You were a mess and you knew you were close to reaching your breaking point.

“I’ll explain it later just… p-please let me go Si” you pleaded.

You could tell she was unsure of what to do, but you didn’t give her time to figure it out once you saw Grayson jogging over to where you both were. You ran the opposite direction to the nearest exit and got into the first taxi you saw, quickly giving your address to the driver.

As the taxi drove away, you saw Grayson run out of the building in the distance and stand there watching you drive away. You felt a few tears fall as it took you back to the night you left him, your heart breaking all over again in the process.

Once the driver parked outside your condo, you payed him and headed inside. Your mind had been racing the whole ride home, but it had also been completely blank as you tried to comprehend what had happened back in the office. You had realized something as soon as you had seen Grayson. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had felt when your eyes met his, you realized you still loved him. You finally realized what had been missing between you and Jacob and you hated it. You hated the fact that you still loved the guy who broke your heart. The guy who you had thought would never hurt you and yet left you completely broken.  

Your body felt like it was on autopilot, you felt yourself moving but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until you lay on your bed that you finally let yourself cry. You wrapped your arms around yourself with one hand on your stomach and the other helplessly wiping the tears that fell from your face. You cried and cried for what felt like hours until you felt you had ran out of tears.

You knew you looked like a mess and boy did you feel like one too. You decided it was best to text Jacob and tell him it was better if you went to dinner some other day. You made up some lame excuse about feeling sick and hoped he wouldn’t be upset with you.

The hours went by as you just lay there, looking out the window. You were too tired too think and in too much pain to do anything other than staying in bed. Knowing you at least had to eat, you ordered a pizza with hopes to eat your pain and sorrows away.

You heard a knock on the door about twenty minutes later and frowned, “Well that was quick” you mumbled.

You took out a twenty dollar bill from your purse and headed to the door, only to be met with a nervous Grayson Dolan. You quickly shut your door and turned around, sliding down the door and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Y/N please open up” you heard Grayson plead as he knocked on the door once again. You buried your face into your knees as your vision began to blur, you couldn’t believe he was here. How did he even find where you lived?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of more knocks, “Y/n please. We need to talk”

“No Grayson, you need to leave” you managed to say, “t-there’s nothing left for us to talk about”  

“Yes y/n, yes there is. Please. I-I’m begging you” he said. You heard his voice crack, as if he too was on the verge of tears.

You took a moment before getting back up and opening the door, facing a teary eyed Grayson. He looked so upset, so…. broken. But why? Why was he the one that looked brokenhearted when he was the one who tore your heart into pieces?

“What is it Grayson?” you asked.

You saw him look down, taking a few minutes to answer before you saying in almost a whisper, “I miss you

Your heart broke at his words because you too had missed him, but you knew you had to remain strong. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Not like that night. Not again. “You miss me?”  you scoffed.

“Yes y/n I do! I’ve been a mess since you left” he looked back up and his eyes met yours once again, “I miss your smile, your beautiful y/e/c eyes, your contagious loud laugh, your good heart, I miss everything about you and… and I am so lost without you”

“And I know, I fucked up. I made you hurt and I made you cry more than anyone ever has when I was the one that was supposed to protect you from all of that. You were so good to me, you were perfect, but I took you for granted. I took your love for me for granted, and I-I’m so sorry for that” his voice cracked once again as a single tear fell from his cheek. “I wake up every morning with regret for everything I put you through, for letting you walk away.”

You saw him slowly step closer to you, afraid that any sudden movement would scare you away.  “I love you y/n”

“Gray…”

He gulped as his hand found its way to the side of your face, wiping the tears that were falling away.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you leaned into his hand, giving into the sensation his touch was giving you. You never thought you’d feel the warmth of his touch on your skin ever again, it felt surreal to you. You had missed it.

All of a sudden, an image of Jacob came to mind and you quickly brought yourself out of your daze; making you pulling away from him harshly “Please just leave. I’m done with talking about the past. I’m over it”

“No y/n, you’re not. Please. I-I know you still feel the same way I do.”

“Actually I don’t” you lied, “I-I’ve moved on Grayson. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that cares about me and makes me happy. I-I love him” More lies

You saw Grayson shake his head as some tears escaped his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

“Look Grayson, you know what’s sad? It’s sad that you only want me when you can’t have me.” you took a shaky breath before continuing, “You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away. You just can’t.”

Grayson looked away from you, biting his lower lip as hard as he could. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep the tears in. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms, and tell him it was all a lie. Tell him that you still loved him but you knew you couldn’t, so instead you just stood there, watching him.

“Okay… Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over me y/n” he said as he took a step closer. “Tell me that my touch has absolutely no effect on you anymore”  

You felt him wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his as his hand found its way to your face once again.

“I-I”

You saw a small smirk forming on his face at your loss of words. His face slowly leaned closer to yours, “if you’re really over me, then tell me to stop” he breathed, his lips hovering over your own.

“No Grayson!” you screamed as you pulled his arm from your waist, “I can’t do to Jacob what you did to me for months. I-I won’t”

“Please y/n, I love you” he begged, his tears slipping down his rosy pink cheeks.

“No Grayson just go” you grabbed the knob and moved back to pull the door closed, until you felt him smash his lips onto yours as he kicked the door closed behind him. The kiss absolutely took your breath away, he kissed you so slowly, so passionately.

You knew it was wrong, and a part of you wanted to stop him, but being with Grayson felt like finally being home; it felt right.

You wrapped yours arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel him smiling through it and it made your heart flutter.  

Next thing you know, clothes were carelessly being thrown all over your bedroom. Your back was pushed gently against your bed, you felt him showering your body with kisses as he unclasped your bra with ease, removing it, and then your underwear. You could tell, even if it had been over a year since you last saw each other, he hadn’t forgotten your body. He was licking, sucking, kissing all the right spots and it was driving you insane, to the point of gripping the sheets tightly and moaning his name so loudly, enough for the neighbors to hear.

“You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered as he positioned himself and slowly introduced his length inside of you. You whimpered at first, but with each thrust, the pleasure grew.

“G-Grayson” you breathed.

“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good. I missed this.” he moaned as he placed his head on your chest as he thrusts harder into you.

Your toes began to curl, the pleasure beginning to be too much for you to take. “Grayson I’m close” you moaned, your hips rolling with his. Your nails scratching his back, making sure to mark him as your own once again.

“I am too baby girl, come for me. Come for daddy” he said as his thrusts began to get sloppy. Once you both climaxed, you felt your body shaking beneath his. You felt him kiss you lightly before collapsing in bed next to you and pulling you into his arms.

For a moment, you both lay there in complete silence. Neither one of you knew what this meant or would happen next, and if you were being truthful, you were scared to find out.

“Don’t choose him” he whispered softly.

“Gray-”

“Wait, just hear me out” He placed his finger on your chin as he lifted your face for you to meet his gaze. “ I know I fucked up before but I’m not making the same mistake ever again. Give me a second chance baby girl. I love you and I know I won’t be able to let you go after this. I don’t want to. ”

You waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before you brought his face down to yours and pressed your lips against his softly. “Okay” you nodded and smiled up at him, “I love you”

“I love you more y/n” He said as he gave you a toothy grin but it soon turned into a smirk as he hovered over you once again.

“How about we celebrate with a round 2 then?” you laughed at him raising his eyebrows at you and pushed him off.

“No Gray, as much as I would love to do this again, I want to break up with Jacob first. I feel horrible for doing this to him.” you sighed.

He nodded and pulled you back into your arms, his head resting on top of yours. “Do you think you can wait?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll wait as long as you want me to baby girl” you smiled again as he gave you a peck on the lips and on your forehead, “I’m never letting you go again”


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Why Do You Build Me Up?

Summary: Tom has, unknowingly, been stringing Y/N along. Making her feel like there could be a chance between them.

AN: this is based on build me up buttercup by the foundations i suggest listening to this song because the plot of this fic is based on this song and also because it’s amazing

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You’re here? As in you’re home?”

“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”

“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.

“Great. I’ll be over at 10.”

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satumwah  asked:

It was pride in my city today and I never gone to the parade before but I wanted to join and to celebrate my asexuality. I was excited, and I had a great time! But then during the parade I saw someone was holding a giant Asexuality flag. I'm not an emotional person but I teared up when I saw it. For as long as I remember, I was the only asexual person I know but seeing another Ace person showing their pride, made me feel not so alone anymore.

You’re Not Alone (1)

Pairing: brief Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader

Words: 2514

Warnings: Angst to smut. One nsfw gif

Kazekagegirl  asked “I absolutely love your writing by the way, you are amazing! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader, Bucky x reader , Nat x Bucky, where the reader was dating bucky but find out has been cheating on her with Natasha and she confides in Steve and things happen between them smut if you can and angst please and thank you if you could!

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Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Request for: @kolvanismirk
Inspired on the tattoo video and her lovely request I made a little something. After Sigurd his dead Ivar never acted the same, power overgrow him and he forgot to love like he used to do. After a victory he had part to thank to you he places a tattoo in which you get an argument. You want to leave … and he tries on convincing you to stay.
Warnings: Angst
Words: 2760

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You always knew Ivar to be the greedy one, the shifty shade constant wanting more. After you married him he left you to join his father to England. It wasn’t a marriage out of love but you got there, just as you got him so far on respecting you. You were well known to be a good fighter, a shield maiden supporting Aslaug from the day she arrived in Kattegat. Your mother always had been her right hand, just as you prove your loyalty when you were of age, being as old as Hvitserk was. Despite you were young then, you were very promising and Aslaug set that marriage just before she died. But things changed, Ivar assembled a great heathen army and you fought for the dead of Ragnar just as anybody else did. That victory was the beginning of his wrath. You remembered him to love you on that day, being almost gentle when he made love to you, praising your skills as a warrior and a wife. And then he killed Sigurd and nothing was the same again. His mind wrapped up in the most bloodiest of thoughts, his anger and frustration even pushing his brothers away. You fell pregnant because of that one night and you never said a thing to him, just as he hardly treated you as a wife. The only point you came together was in bed and most of the time you fell asleep alone and woke up alone, so what was still left?

You were cleaning your sword, looking up to the defenses building their way around what Ivar conquered.
‘Y/n.’ You turned around and looked from Hvitserk to Ubbe. ‘Where is he?’ They both asked. You threw away the piece of fabric and stood up, shoving your sword into your belt.
‘Getting a tattoo.’ You answered. They changed looks with each other, the same way you did when you saw him sitting down aside a man who would kick the marks right into his back.
‘You should talk with him.’ Hvitserk pointed out. You signed, shrugging.
‘Why? He is surrounded by guards, no way I can reach through that, or his stubborn ass to begin with.’
‘He is your husband.’
‘Why does he has bodyguards?’ Ubbe interrupted Hvitserk almost right away. Things didn’t get well between the brothers after the dead of Sigurd. You didn’t wanted to pick sides between your love for Ivar and your friendship with those brothers but he almost didn’t leave you a choice. Ubbe slapped his brother on the chest before they started walking, you followed. When the three of you walked around the corner you saw him sitting. Even with everything going on you still admired those strong arms, the broad build of his shoulders. But that look, the way he rose his blue eyes up from the table towards his brothers … he said something but you didn’t caught it for you tried at holding on to this perfectly good imagine before he would destroy with his words. ‘Why do you need a personal bodyguard huh Ivar?’ Ubbe started, ignoring his words. You looked away from Ivar to the personal man standing there for his safety. That man looked at you for a moment, like you were a slave that needed to be ignored. You hated that feeling, knowing Ivar had a say in it. ‘Do you need protection against us, your brothers?’
‘Offcourse not.’ Ivar answered, the knocking of that hammer in his back shifted your attention back to the conversation.
‘Then why have them?’ Hvitserk asked.
‘I’m a cripple … I need a bodyguard.’ Like it was the most logic thing to say. His eyes shifted to you, holding on to it for a moment while he breathed through the pain.
‘Y/n could protect you better than any of those men.’ Hvitserk nodded with his cup to the guards.
‘Why?’ Ivar laughed.
‘Because I would die for you more than they would.’ You answered, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
‘I don’t want you dead my love.’
‘Surly I seemed like that recently.’ You muttered, trying on walking away when your name hissed over his lips. You slowly turned around to him. He had stopped that man from working further on his back to point all his attention to you.
‘Do I don’t give you enough?’ He asks sharply. ‘Don’t you have the chance of fighting alongside of me, to conquer these lands, care after my wounds?’ He asked, pushing his muscular arms back against the table, nodding over his shoulder to the man to get going. His expressions squeezed a little when the man started again, but other than that he kept radiating that cold.
‘What do I get Ivar? Other than to tend those wounds and fight those battles.’
‘You get to be my wife.’ He stated. You slowly walked over to the table, placing your hands aside his while lowering your head to look him right in the eyes. He always said how much influence you could have with your eyes, you did it now.
‘I don’t want to be the wife of a man that doesn’t care. Who only puts his interests first. Get yourself another wife.’ You whispered slowly. How hard those words sounded, they were out. It broke your heart but you pushed away from the table, giving him one last look before turning around, knowing he couldn’t follow you, knowing he probably wouldn’t anyway.

You laid on your back that night, fingers softly stroking over your nightdress, whispering to a child that probably wouldn’t hear you. You didn’t wanted a child to grew up in this, with a father that wouldn’t care, a father that was as ruthless as Ivar was. You couldn’t let it happen. You turned on your side, gazing into the darkness trying to prepare yourself from doing the hardest thing ever … leaving. The village Aslaug and your mother came from would welcome a shield maiden like you, you could build up your life there. But just as soon as that imagine set in your thoughts the dragging of his body interrupted those thoughts. With both your hands under your head you tried not to care about it, you tried not to move while you heard him unbuckle the belt that kept his legs together. You closed your eyes, begging that he would only sleep, like he did for quite some time. He hissed, probably against the pain shifting through his back from the tattoo. And then you felt his weight aside you. You felt his fingers sneak under your arm, crossing over your chest before they wrapped themselves in your hand. You squeezed your eyes together, feeling how much he broke already you were on the verge of crying. You felt his chest contacting with your back before his lips contacted with your color bone. You squeezed his hand and his lips lifted themselves from your skin.
‘Y/n.’ His voice sounded soft, calm almost.
‘I’m leaving tomorrow.’ You announced, not giving him the chance to say anything else. ‘I’m going to sail back and then go home, were I belong.’ You followed. It was quiet for a very long time, you could feel his breath hitching against your neck as he seemed to need some time to progress that. His hand sneaked away from between yours and he pushed your shoulder down so you laid with your back in the bed. His blue eyes radiate nothing else but his anger.
‘Why?’ He asked, neutral voiced, teeth clenched together of he held his emotions in.
‘You even have to ask? I’m pregnant Ivar, since you killed Sigurd.’ You announced, looking up in the dark to his features. His jaw dropped open, while the anger in his eyes made place for shock. ‘I’m leaving, I don’t want a child to grow up with a father like you. There is nothing for me to stay anyway.’
‘You’re my wife!’
‘Yes and do you treat me like one?’ You asked back. He looked away from you and after all that time you finally saw it, him cracking under all of it. His eyes got weaker, his fingers shook a little when he laid his fingers softly against your jaw. You closed your eyes, feeling a single tear leaving the corner of your eyes. ‘I never felt as lonely as I did now, lost in a world I thought to know.’ You whispered, turning your head away from his fingers that traveled away, lost themselves.
‘Y/n,’
‘Ivar please, I let you go so you can be the king you want be without you having to look over your shoulder to me. All I am is a distraction of your mind, an object between you and your victories. Let us go.’ You weren’t begging him but your shaky voice almost let it sound like that. He squeezed your throat lightly, placing his forehead against your cheek, his breath scouring your neck as you tried on ignoring the silent tears running down your cheeks.
‘Don’t leave.’ He whispered.
‘Why? So you can treat me like you did past weeks? So you have somebody to bark to?’
‘I thought you hated me!’ He hissed, pulling his head away to look at you. His eyes were blurry red, his white teeth clenched together. ‘Like everybody else, for what I did to my brother.’ He explained. He breathed shaky out, like he just relieved himself from the worst secret ever. Ivar never talked much, not about himself at least, that was something you learn to respect and for that he always had thanked you. This had to be one of those rare times. ‘You didn’t talked to me, you left me alone.’
‘Because I thought that you needed the space.’
‘I needed you!’ He said between clenched teeth. You closed your eyes, bringing your fingers up to touch his face.
‘And I need you now.’ You whispered. He pushed his head into your fingers before he dropped it back down against your cheek, kissing away your tears. Your fingers grabbed into his hair, smelling his sweat, the blood probably still covering his back from the tattoo. It felt good, having him this close, having him surrender to his own emotions.
‘Don’t go.’ He never had begged before but he did it you. You released his hair and he lifted his head again, looking from your lips up to your eyes. ‘I can change, for you, for,’ his voice hitched and his eyes looked down towards your stomach, knowing there was a child growing there.
‘Ivar.’
‘Please Y/n, I need you. I may not show it but you are constantly on my mind.’ He said, stroking his two fingers slowly over your face, resting against your lips.
‘The next time I will leave you won’t be able to stop me.’ You gave in to it, giving him that one last chance to set things right.
‘I need you, I’m sorry.’ He said before placing his lips against yours. Not in the way like he handled you after a victorious battle, but just the soft hesitating pressure of them. You hesitated of your own before returning that kiss in what supposed to be you and him. His fingers scour your cheek as he kissed you so slowly, so intense. It didn’t restored your confident but at least you felt loved again. He pulled back out of that kiss, pressing his lips against your cheek. ‘You’re pregnant?’ It wasn’t an ask coming over his lips, more still him not believing it.
‘Yes, I am.’ You pushed your nose into his hair as he kissed you neck. He shifted his hand, resting it down on your belly, wanting to feel the life that still needed growing before it could be felt. There weren’t any words, his head laid in the crook of your neck while his fingers rested on your belly and your fingers held on in his hair. Until both your breaths became steady and you fell asleep in the thoughts of loving each other.

You woke up under the noise going through the room. You slowly opened your eyes and looked over to his back. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his tattoo glorious but still covered under blood while he buckled his legs together.
‘Does that needs tending.’ Your voice was still raspy a little and he froze. He slowly turned around, looking to your face before he looked down over your body. When his gaze return he looked unsteady so you pushed a morning smile on your lips and he relaxed a little.
‘Everything on me needs tending.’ He said with a weak voice. You knew that once you would step out of that door he would change into that ruthless leader again so you enjoyed it for as long as it last. He looked back before him and your rose your hand up, fingers touching the tattoo on his back. He took in a sharp breath before he looked to his one shoulder, over to you while you scouted his tattoo.
‘I like it.’
‘You do?’ He asked. You pushed up and sat a little behind him, looking to the black dots marking his skin. It was still sour, and blood laid dry on it but it was typical a sight of Ivar … covered in blood. You placed your lips against his shoulder blade and he signed.
‘Every battle won should have a mark on your body.’ You muttered against his skin.
‘I woke thinking you would be away.’ He changed the subject to your surprise. You frowned your eyebrows and rested your chin on his shoulder, studying his eyes.
‘I told you I wouldn’t.’ You whispered.
‘Maybe I didn’t believe you.’ He murmured, looking in front of him. You kissed his shoulder before getting up and dressed, in all that time he followed your movements around until you were fully dressed and ready.
‘Let’s go remove that blood so everybody sees how great a warrior you are.’ You nodded to his back.
‘You gonna let me crawl around bare chested all day?’ You were just planning on stepping outside but the slight playfulness in his voice stopped you. You turned around, smiling before shaking your head and returning to him. He grabbed you behind your knees and forced you down in his lap. You chuckled, wrapping a hand around his neck before kissing him passionate. He groaned and you knew on that exact moment he was back to his old self.
‘Only I get to see you naked.’ You muttered.
‘I agree.’ He smiled devilish against your lips. You kissed him one last time before going outside to clean his back. Ivar host himself onto a stool while you dragged a bucket over and pushed a cloth under the cold water. Ivar hissed when it contacted with his skin and you looked up to Hvitserk and Ubbe walking over. Hvitserk gave you a thorough look before his eyes shifted towards Ivar.
‘We have a problem.’
‘Does it involve fighting?’ Ivar asked rather short.
‘Probably.’ Hvitserk shrugged. You looked away from Ivar his back to his both brothers.
‘Ready my chariot.’ Ivar commanded the one slave that stood around. The girl ran of and you threw the cloth away when he reached for his tunic. ‘What are you both still standing around?’ He asked his brothers patience. Hvitserk hide the blunt smile and started walking away.
‘You joining us Y/n?’ Ubbe asked.
‘No she isn’t.’ Ivar answered before you had a change. You slowly turned around to face him, already doubting every word you said yesterday to him. ‘She is pregnant, she isn’t going anywhere near battles from now on.’ He followed smoothly, raising his eyes browns like he wanted you to protest to it. But you could only smile a little.
‘Where do I stay then?’ You asked calmly.
‘At my side.’
‘As your bodyguard?’ You asked directly, handing him his armor.
‘As my wife.’ He replied, squeezing your hip as you helped him in his armor. You looked down to him and he looked up to you. The devotion was all there and you smiled, biting your lip while looking down to his armor. This was a happy feeling, a feeling you didn’t felt in a very long time. You hold on to it, knowing Ivar his mood shifted easily. But for now, it was the best feeling there was, him kissing your belly before you rode your own horse aside his chariot, powerful … together … as one.

Too Much

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Thank you to whoever it was that requested this! You all are amazing. Be kind, spread love. xx - L

“No, Harry! I’m sorry, but this is too much. I can’t handle anymore of this.”

Warnings: angsty

Word Count: 1,248

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Bitter Sweet

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2 

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can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 2752

Warnings: self harm; depression; suicide attempt; suicidal thoughts.


Originally posted by xoheatherkw

“I’m sorry Y/N, I still love you but-”

“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.

“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.

I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.

I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.

“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.

I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”

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Faithfully

Word Count: 2675

Pairing: RockStar!Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom fluff challenge. My prompt was “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” from 10 Things I Hate About You. Also written for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Birthday/Follower Celebration Challenge. My song was Faithfully by Journey. 

Special thanks to @mamapeterson for throwing out an idea that I then twisted around and used for this piece of hot garbage. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated 


“You look beautiful, baby.” Your father, Bobby, looked you over, tears glistening in his eyes. “Matt isn’t gonna know what hit him when you walk down that aisle.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You smiled, though you were sure it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“He’s right, you know.” Your stepmother, Ellen, moved forward and cupped your cheek. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Charlie, your best friend and Maid of Honor started to usher everyone out, sensing you were starting to become overwhelmed by the attention. “Dad, be ready to walk her down the aisle, ok? We’ll tell you when she’s ready. Everyone who isn’t a bridesmaid, out, out, out!” She started to shove everyone out and you silently giggled to yourself at her forcefulness. She didn’t look intimidating at all, but she certainly was not someone you wanted to cross.

“Spill.” Charlie practically ordered. “You’re getting married and you look like…well I don’t know what you look like but it isn’t happy.” You casted your eyes to the floor then back up, glancing around at your bridesmaids, Jo, your stepsister, and then your friends, Jody and Donna, before making your way back to Charlie.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYyyyy !!!!! HOPE YOUR DAY WAS SUPER SUPER GREAT AND that you got alot of presents and stuff and and i hope you like the drawing ! You’re one of my favourite blogs ;w;;;;;;; - super shy anon from few days ago (and if you want to post it then it’s fine ;w; )

I Can’t Lose You, Not Again- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/n I am trying to finish up all my request since I haven’t been on my A game with writing and getting them done(Kind of). So I should be updating more often, well until school starts. Also, I am surprised at all the notes I got on my other Harry one. I got more on that one then my Carlos one XD

Request/Summary: Hi! can I get an imagine where Y/N is Harry’s girl and she gets in a nasty fight with Uma but Harry doesn’t believe Uma started it, so she was feeling so heartbroken that she left and Evie snuck her in the limo while leaving for Auradon (the first time) and Harry was looking everywhere for her and days later he saw her on tv in the red carpet of coronation day and Uma told him the truth and he was done? And then y/n returned because of Ben and they saw each other again? Thank youuu

During the story you pick between three dresses, just in case you are confused at the picture during the story. You guys are smart though so I am sure you have figured that out yourself.

Warnings: None

Y/nn= Your nickname

“Hey y/nn, do you want to come with me? I have a few errand to run, if you know what I mean,” I heard Uma ask me.

“Sorry Uma I can’t, I have to finish this one for Gil. Maybe next time though,” I told her as I kept working. 

“God, why do I even keep you around? You never want to do anything I ask you to do or go on errands with me. I don’t know what Harry sees in you,” Uma stated harshly. I looked back at her, shocked that she would say that.

“What do you mean you don’t know why you keep me around or what Harry sees in me,” I questioned her as my voice began to rise.

“You aren’t good or bad enough to be in our crew. You are a weakling that I only keep around for Harry even though I shouldn’t. You drag him down, I mean he could do do much better than you. Just look at you. You are so pathetic, you are just a weak child who needs someone to hold there hand,” She shouted back.

“I do not need my hand held. I don’t even need you or your stupid pirate crew. You are the weak one, you are the child who needs their hand held. You wouldn’t be anyone without your crew,” I shot back just as angry.

“You know what, why don’t you just leave? No on wants you here,” She sneered back.

“I think Harry would disagree, he would chose me over anyone anyday,” I yelled back even though I knew if he had to chose between me and Uma I would lose.

“We both know that is a lie. Harry doesn’t even love you, he only keeps you around because he pities you,” She said lowering her voice and getting in my face.

“You know what, I don’t need you. Why don’t I just go and join Mal’s crew, how would you like that Shrimpy? I know a lot of dirty secrets that I am sure the four of them would love to know,” I stated as a wicked grin came across my face.

“What’s going on here,” I heard a scottish accent ask from behind me. Uma backed up from me and looked at Harry.

“Y/n here was just saying how weak I was and I was a child who needed my hand held. She said she was going to join Mal’s crew because she doesn’t need us. Princess here threatened to spill our dirty secrets,” Uma said making Harry’s eyes widen.

“Y/n why one earth would you say that? You know Uma isn’t weak, why else would she be the captain and why would you threaten to spill out secrets,” He asked me, completely ignoring the fact Uma said I would join the rival gang.

“Harry she started it. Uma said she didn’t know what you saw in me and asked why she even kept me around. I was just defending myself,” I said trying to get him on my side, the right side if I might add.

“Harry, you know I would never say that,” She lied, trying to persuade him. He looked over at Uma who gave him an innocent look and then looked back at me.

“Uma would never say such things, I think you should apologize y/n,” He defended her. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Please tell me you aren’t being serious? How could you not believe me, I am your girlfriend. Are you really going to take her side over mine,” I asked in disbelief. 

“I have known Uma longer than you and if she says she didn’t start it then she didn’t,”  He replied. I laughed bitterly and shook my head.

“You know what Hook, why don’t you just date her then since you can trust her more,” I angrily stated as I got up and stormed out of the Chip shop. I heard Harry calling my name but I just picked up my pace. I made my way over to where the Vk’s were and saw them all there. They all smiled at me but quickly frowned when I bursted into tears. Evie was the first one up and wrapped her arms around me.

“What’s wrong y/nn,” She asked with concern in her voice. The other three followed right behind her and they created a little huddle around me.

“I-I was t-talking to Uma a-and we got into an a-argument which she started and Harry c-cam in and he asked what happened. So I-I told him and he d-din’t believe me and s-sided with her,” I stuttered out as tears poured down my face.

“What? How could he side with her, you’re his girl,” Jay asked with angry in him voice.

“Y/n if he can’t defend you, then he doesn’t deserve you,” Carlos said.

“They’re right, you know,” Mal asked. I nodded my head knowing they were right.

“If you want, we are leaving for Auradon tomorrow. I could sneak you into the limo,” She asked. I thought it over and decided I would go. My whole life I had wanted to go to auradon and now that I have the chance I am going to take it.

“I would love to go,” I said with a small smile. They all pulled me into a hug and I left soon after so I could pack. Tomorrow was going to be a star to a brand new life, a life without Harry Hook.


Harry Pov-

It had been a day since Y/n, Uma, and I had and I felt terrible. I shouldn’t have sided with Uma, y/n is my girlfriend after all. I had spent the whole day looking for her but I couldn’t find her. It was getting late and I was making no progress. No one knew where she was and I was getting angry. I knew she was mad at me but that didn’t mean she had to hid from me. It was getting dark so I just decided to call it a night. I would just wake up early so I could find her, it had only been one day and I was already going insane without her. I need her back.

~A couple days later~

It had been a few days since I last saw y/n and I was worried. Every second of the day I was looking for my y/n hoping she would show up but she never did. I was currently in the Fish shop eating quickly so I could go out and look for her. Uma walked in and turned on the tv. That’s when I heard her beautiful laughter. I immediately turned around and looked at the tv. I looked at the screen in shock and awe. I was shocked that she would go to  Auradon without telling me but in awe at how gorgeous she looked in her dress.

Uma followed my gaze to the tv and gasped. 

“I didn’t think she would take what I said seriously,” She said, a guilty look spreading across me face.

“You actually said those horrible things to her,” I yelled at her. She lowered her head and avoided my gaze.

“I can’t believe I didn’t believe her when she was telling the truth. This, this is all my fault,” I breathed out. Uma took my hand and shook her head.

“No it’s not, it is may fault. I should have told you I lied. I don’t even know why I said those things, I never even meant them,” She said in a strained voice. I didn’t say anything back, I couldn’t say anything back.

“I know one thing though, those four took her from us. We need revenge on them for all the wrong they have ever caused us,” Uma said with venom dripping from her tongue. I nodded my head fast. She was right, they took her from me. Without them or Beasty Boy, y/n would still be here with me and everything would have been fine. 

“You’re right, I want revenge,” I growled out.

“And you will get it, we all will,” She stated with an evil grin. I may not be the brightest lad or be able to count but I knew one thing. I will have my revenge and I will get y/n back.

~6 months later~

Your pov

“What do you mean Mal went back,” I questioned wondering why in the world someone would want to go back.

“She just left, I don’t understand why she would leave but she did,” Evie sighed out.

“Listen y/n, I know you probably don’t want to go back because of Harry but we need you. Mal needs you right now,” Evie said taking my hands in her.

“I know and I intend to be there, for her,” I hesitantly said. I knew I had to go but I didn’t know if I could see him again. He was my everything and it took so long to get over him. I still wasn’t over Harry but what could I do? I couldn’t abandon my friend just because of my fear. No, I had to do this for Mal.

~After limo drive~

“Hey, are you ok,” Ben asked me as he pulled me into a side hug. I gave him a small smile.

“I’m fine I just, this place brings back horrible memories,” I told him, earning a sad look in response.

“Hey what does that tube lead to,” Ben asked, making me quickly pull him away.

“You don’t want to know, trust me,” I said with a low growl in my voice. We started walking away but I stopped. 

“Hey guys do you mind if I just walk around? I will meet you at the old hang out,” I told them. 

“Y/n if you are going to talk to Harry-” Carlos started but I cut him off.

“I’m not I just, I want to just look around,” I said trying to convinces them I wasn’t looking for Harry. Honestly, I was trying to convince myself more then I was them. Part of me hoped that I would accidentally bump into him but I knew it wouldn’t happen and that it was better that way. They all said ok but mumbled their complaints. I quickly walked off before they could stop me. It had been so long since I was here but the place barely changed. I was absentmindedly walking around when I bumped into someone.

“Hey watch where you-,”  started but stopped when I saw who it was.

“Gil,” I said excitedly pulling him into a hug.

“Hey y/n! I have missed you so much,” He murmured into my hair.

“I missed you too,” I said cheerfully. We pulled a part and gave each other friendly smiles.

“So are you back for good? Oh I should go tell Harry and Uma! They have missed you so much. They are going to be so-,” I cut him off.

“No! Harry and Uma don’t need to know I am back and I’m not staying,” I told him sternly,

“What? Of course I am going to tell them,” He responded back.

“Oh, there you are,” I heard Jay say.

“Wait a minute, you’re King Ben,” Gil exclaimed. Ben and the others tried to deny it but I knew Gil and even though that boy wasn’t the brightest, he would still know that was Ben.

“We have to go Gil but it was good seeing you,” I stated quickly as I pushed them all away. We made it to our old hang out and we all wished Ben luck.

“What did Gil say to you,” I heard Evie ask, breaking the silence. I felt all of their gazes on me as I looked down to the floor.

“He just said how much he, Uma, and Harry missed me,” I whispered out. I looked up at all of them and they gave me sympathetic looks. I turned my head to the stairs when I heard footsteps. 

“Where is she,” I asked, confused as to why he came down alone.

“She isn’t coming back,” Ben mumbled out.

“What! Let me go talk to her,” I said as I began to walk the stairs.

“Mal,” I called out.

“Please just go,” She weakly said back.

“Not until you tell me why you left,”I sternly said, not giving up so easy.

“Y/n I don’t belong there, I belong here. I’m not some pink princess, I can’t pretend to be who I’m not anymore. I can’t,” She sobbed out. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back.

“Then don’t, no one wanted you too. Mal, Ben didn’t fall in love with you because you were a princess. He fell in love with the real you, we all did M. If you are so unhappy though, I understand your decision. I just want you to know that we have your back no matter what, I have your back,” I told her which caused her crying to calm down.

“Thank you y/n, that means a lot to me,” She said with a smile.

“No problem.”

“Guys we have bad news,” Jay yelled out from the other side of the room.

“What’s wrong,” I questioned, my voice full of concern.

“What, where’s Ben,” I asked more panicked.

“Ben’s been captured by Uma and her crew. We just talked to Harry and he wants you two to go down to the Chip shop with no one else,” Carlos said. I gasped. No, I wasn’t ready to see him yet. I wasn’t ready to see any of them yet.

“If you guys never would have brought him here, this never would have happened. What were you thinking,” Mal yelled at us.

“He was gonna come with or without us, we just wanted to protect him,” Evie protested.

“Yeah and we completely blew it,” Carlos snapped back stepping in front of Evie.

“Okay, okay so what are we going to do,” Jay asked.

“We are not do anything. This is between Uma, y/n, and I and she is a punk. Guess what, now we have to go get him,” Mal stated, clearly aggravated.

“Whoa, whoa Mal. You guys are still going to have to go through Harry, Gil, and her whole crew,” Carlos said concerned. 

“Yeah, you are going to nee us,” Jay backed up Carlos. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. They weren’t going to hurt us, no matter how crazy they were.

“She said for only us two to go,” Mal argued back.

“Mal come one,” Evie pleaded back. 

“She said to go with no one else,” I finally said back.

“I know one thing, I’m not going anywhere,” Carlos stated, sitting down.

“We’ll be here when you get back,” Jay said, caving in. Mal and I left, making our to Uma’s shop.

“You sure you want to do this,” Mal asked as we got closer. I nodded my head in response. We got to the shop and Mal walked in first.

“I’m back,” She sang out. I stayed back for a second, not having the courage to walk in yet.

“Loser, party of one. Right this way, wait a second.Where is y/n,” Uma asked. Before Mal could answer I walked in.

“Right here,” I said in an unamused tone. I saw a look of happiness and surprise flash on her face.

“I can’t believe you are actually here, I didn’t believe Gil,” She stated in disbelief.

“Well I am here,” I simply said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a pirate in a red coat and a hook. Uma slid a chair over to Mal but walked over to me.

“Harry wants to talk to you, he is over there. I just wanted to say I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said and it was wrong of me to lie. I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” she apologized. Something about the way she spoke and her body language made me believe she was telling the truth.

“It’s alright but we aren’t cool. I am sticking with Mal on this one, Ben has become one of my closest friends. I will do what I have to to get him back,” I told her which caught her off guard.

“I see, like I said Harry is over there,” She pointed him out. I locked eyes with him and all the feelings I had for him came rushing back. I hesitantly walked over to where he was.

“Hello darling,” He said when I was right next to him.

“Hook,” I replied coldly. I looked over at him with an emotionless expressions. When I looked into his eyes all I saw was hurt and pain. 

“I’m sorry lass. I should’ve believed you, I don’t know why I didn’t. I know you were right and I feel so dumb for not knowing it then. I looked for you for days, I barely slept or ate. I fell apart without you y/n. Please forgive me,” Harry begged. I wanted to hug him and tell him it was ok, that I forgave him but my hatred took over.

“I can’t forgive you Harry, I just can’t. I have been hurt so many times in my life but when you sided with Uma I felt, not only hurt but betrayed. I can’t go through that again. I love you, but I just can’t,” I told him heartbroken.

“Please y/n I can’t lose you, not again,” Harry begged on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry Harry but you have already lost me,” I told him as I turned to look at Mal and saw she was done. As we walked out of the shop I gave Harry one last sad look before turning and walking out.

A/n You can send me random questions in my ask box or message me. I have been like super bored lately so it would help a lot.  I don’t plan on making a part 2 to this, if I do it will be after I get most of my request done. Sorry! I know the ending sucks and I haven’t reread it so there are probably a ton of mistakes :/

A Real Villain Part 2

A/N: So I had a lotto great feedback on the first part of this imagine and a couple requests to write a second part… so here we go…. Also sorry I try and make most imagines gender neutral but this one I went for a female reader. (Yikes sorry guys). Also let me know if you want me to turn this into a three part series or just leave it as it!

Warnings: Abusive relationship

Word Count: 1555

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4

Masterlist

Peter had generously stayed with you the entire day. You had fallen asleep in his arms, and spent a lot of the day with that. Peter had tried to distract you from the topic of Justin, completely avoiding the topic. But you didn’t want to avoid the topic.

You started telling Peter about the times that Justin would hit you, and the times he scared you. You sat with Peter telling him about your ‘relationship’ as he rubbed your back and whispered small “It’s okay, darling,” and “Im sorry, Y/N,”

Your mom brought you and Peter dinner part way through the night. You sat silently and ate your meal on your bed. Soon after you had requested that you return to bed. Peter crawled into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm.

You could feel the weight of Peter when he slightly rolled on top of you so he could reach the snooze button on your alarm.

Peter rolled back onto the other side of the bed, and you turned look at him.

“I can’t go to school today, Peter. I can’t,”

“I’ll be right by your side all day, Y/N,”

“Peter we don’t have the same schedule, what are you going to do? Run across the school to walk me class to class?”

“That’s exactly what i’m going to do. I’ll meet you outside each of your classes and walk you to the next,”

You sighed “Alright,”

“C’mon, you’ve got to get ready for school,” Peter said, sitting up in bed, swinging his legs over the side.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I’ll just wear the same clothes, but can I borrow a toothbrush?”

“Sure,” you said, finally gaining the energy to lift yourself off your pillow.

As you made your way to the bathroom and your saw your reflection in the mirror you realized you looked like a mess. Any makeup you had on was tear stained. You still had on Peter’s sweater and your hair was knotted.

You quickly ran a comb through your hair and went to bring Peter a new toothbrush.

“Hey Peter, Do you mind if I wear your sweater today?” You asked, handing him the toothbrush.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Probably not, but it smells like you and I think I could really use that comfort today if you can’t be with me all day,”

“Of course you can wear it, Y/N,”

As you finished getting ready for school, Peter waited quietly on your bed.

“Ready to go Parker?” You asked

“Ready when you are,”

You picked up our backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Peter climbed off your bed, grabbed his bag and put it on. You silently walked out your front door and set off on your walk to school. You silently slipped your hand into Peter’s as you were walking. Saying nothing, you looked at Peter and gave him a small smile.

Luckily you and Peter had the same homeroom so you walked to class together and sat down in your usual seats.

You sat in front of Peter, while Ned sat beside him.

You were waiting for class to start, when you heard Ned andPeter whispering behind you.

“Did I just see you walk into class holding Y/N’s hand?” Ned asked

“Maybe,” Peter whispered back.

“Woah, what happened to Justin? Dude he’s gonna kick your ass, whether they’ve broken up or not,”

“I know. It’s worth it though, man,”

“Damn,” Ned muttered.

You smiled to yourself. You really didn’t deserve Peter.

You could barely pay attention in any of your classes that day. You were happy that you didn’t have any classes with Justin that semester.

Peter had stayed true to his word and walked you from class to class. Peter came to your English class which happened to be your last class before lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter smiled.

“Hey Pete,”

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and linked your arm with Peters, making your way towards the cafeteria.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from down the hallway.

You and Peter both turned to see who it was calling you.

Justin came jogging down the hallway, face full of rage.

“So its true,” He said.

Neither your or Peter said anything, but you moved your arm so you were now clutching Peter’s bicep.

“All day people have been asking me if you and I had broken up. People were telling me that you were wearing Peter’s sweater and that you were holding his hand, and he was walking you to and from all your classes,”

“Don’t talk to her,” Peter said.

“Fuck you Parker. Fuck you for fucking my girlfriend. I always knew you were cheating on me Y/N. You two are way to close just to be friends,” Justin spat.

“We’re over, Justin. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. So fuck you for hurting me,” you said.

“Me hurting you?!” Justin said, raising his voice and stepping closer to you and Peter.

Peter instinctively stepped in front of you so his body was shielding most of yours. You kept holding onto Peter’s arm, worrying about your safety.

“YOu broke my heart Y/N!”

“Don’t talk to her!” Peter said, raiding his voice.

“Every time you were with Peter or even Ned you were breaking my heart a little more. I knew you were cheating on me. And with this loser of all people?” Justin continued, ignoring Peter’s order.

Justin continued to step towards you and Peter. Peter slowly pushed you back away from him.

“Back up,” Peter ordered Justin.

“Make me, Parker. THat’s my girlfriend you have there and i’d love for you to return her,”

“REturn her? Y/N is NOT your possession. And she is certainly not your girlfriend,”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Penis Parker, that’s your name, right?”

“Just back off Justin,”

“Or what? You’ll hurt me?” Justin teased.

“I don’t want to, but if I have to I will,”

Suddenly, Justin lunged at Peter, his fist connecting with Peter’s face.

You moved back “HELP!” You yelled.

Peter got up and managed to block Justin’s next punch.

Two teachers came running out of their classrooms, looking for who cried for help. When they saw Justin attacking Peter, they made their best attempts to pull him off of Peter.

The principal came running down the hall, “What on earth is going on here Y/L/N, Parker, Ravioli?” (Yikes lol idk how last names work).

You had tears welling in your eyes, you tried to speak but no words came out of your mouth.

Peter came over to you and wiped the tear that was falling down your cheek.

“All of you. My office. Now.” Your principal ordered.

The three of you had been separated and the principal talked to you each individually.

You were the first brought into the principal’s office.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’re such a good kid, how did you even get into this situation?”

You started crying, making your best attempts to choke out an answer “J-justin and I. W-w-we dated a-and he b-beat me. I-I-I t-tr-ied to break up with him. B-ut he wouldn’t let m-m-me. Pe-eter was only trying to protect me. D-don’t punish him please,”

“Wait, Justin beat you?” The Principal asked, leaning forward in his chair, obviously very concerned.

You nodded, rolling up the sleeve of Peter’s sweater from where Justin had grabbed you the other day. You could see bruises that were left from where he was gripping you. You slowly removed the sweater from your opposite shoulder where you could see another bruise, the then purple mark, now turning slightly yellow from where Justin had hit you only a week earlier when you were late for a date.

“Y/N, you understand that i’m going to have to call both your parents and the police, right?”

You nodded, starting to cry harder.

“C-a-an I see P-peter?” You asked.

The principal stood up from his chair and stuck his head out the door, calling Peter inside.

You had folded yourself over, leaning on your knees, your tears staining your pants.

Peter rushed to your side, dealing down beside you he began rubbing small circles into your back.

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s okay, i’m here,” Peter said.

You could hear the Principal across the desk phoning the police and your parents.

“I’m sorry Peter. I’m so sorry,” You cried.

“Y/N, listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay, darling. It’s not your fault,” Peter said, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

You really didn’t deserve Peter Parker.

The Way You Looked at Me. [Chapter One]

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

College AU!

Word Count: 2.1K

[TEASER:SHORT] [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Final Chapter]


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Y/N

I looked at him from the other side of the lecture hall. Seeing his side profile, I wanted to smile. I wanted to continue to admire his features, but I couldn’t. I can’t be caught by anyone here. He was sat alone, at the bottom corner of the lecture theatre, closest to the exit. When it’s time to go he would always be the last one to go. He was smart, he would take his sweet time to pack up his things after finishing off writing his notes. His notes were so well written, so neat - those things reflected the person that he was. He was well composed, and neat. 

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Sometimes lesbians do get happy endings. 

Mum wasn’t going to come to my wedding. It was hard, but I’d made peace with that. My girlfriend and I would get married without her blessing. 

Then, two days before the big day, when we were already in New Zealand, I got a frantic call at 11pm at night. I answered it and it was her, crying and asking if she’d still be welcome. We said yes, of course, and she booked herself last minute flights to get to New Zealand. 

When I first saw her outside the registry, all dressed up with her hair done and holding flowers, I burst into tears. She came up to me and touched my face, saying, “You look so happy. Both of you, you look so happy,” and gave us these roses.

They’re more than flowers to me. 

They’re given to me by a women to cried and shouted and refused to talk about my sexuality for seven years after I came out to her. It may not seem like much: but she had to walk into that flower store and buy these. She had to choose roses - the symbol of love - for her gay daughter and her gay daughter’s ‘friend’. There’s an admission in that. There’s acceptance in that. These roses say, “I know you love each other,” and she gave them to us at our wedding, which she flew three thousand kilometres to attend. 

I sobbed as she placed them in my hand. 

Because nothing will ever touch what it feels like to finally, finally know your mother loves you just the way you are. 

after dark adventures

genre: boyfriend!au

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 4,075 words

author’s note: it’s not a jeff fic without some nasty, so feel free to skip ‘3:51am’ if you wish to do so 

Originally posted by nakamotens

opening line: “What is sleep when we can be doing so much more once the clock’s hand strikes past twelve?”

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