maybe i never even knew you at all

i think i fell in love with you long before i realized
but come to think of it
how could i not?
after all of the late night conversations
and the times you were my shoulder to cry on
  after the hugs that felt like home
  and all of the times you were my hand to hold
  after the “good morning” and “good night” messages
  and all of the phone calls you made just to make sure i was okay
  after all of the times you made me laugh when it felt like i would never smile again
  and all of moments and memories we can never tell a soul
  maybe i didn’t even really fall for you
  i think i just woke up one day
  and i knew
  that you were the one who i wanted by my side
  through thick and thin
  for better or for worse
  it’s always been you
  and i hope it always will be you
—  Anonymous said: Can you write something about falling in love with your best friend?
(cc, 2017)
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What was your favorite Bughead scene to film so far?

Probably the “I love you” scene in the Season 1 finale. It was just so beautifully written and so honest, and when he takes his hat off, it’s just like, “Aww.” It’s just a very earnest moment between the two of them. They didn’t really have to think about it. Well, Jughead maybe had to think about it. Like, “Do I love her? Am I in love?” Because he’s never experienced something like that before, and maybe he’s not necessarily used to being around a woman that he loves because his mom’s not really in the picture… So for him it was a much bigger deal, but for Betty it was immediately like, “I love you too” — it wasn’t even a second thought. She knew deep down that she loved him, she didn’t even have to process it or think about it. As soon as she said the words, it was out there and it was true. It was just a really sweet moment.

Were you prepared for all the Bughead shipping?

No, and I’ve never been so invested in a show where I’ve been a part of a ship or I’ve shipped two characters. I’ve never really been involved like that in a fandom, so it was very interesting to be on the receiving end of it. But it’s definitely special to see — it just means that people genuinely care about these characters. It’s kind of amazing to know that I can play this character that so many people genuinely care about, that’s how I take it.

Photos by Taylor Miller. Read the rest of Lili Reinhart’s interview here.

Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +


Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.


“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.


(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”

“Who?”

Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”

“What?”

“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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While Bruce was lost in time, Tim would call his phone a lot. Even though he knew he’d never get an answer, just hearing Bruce’s voice over the voicemail was comforting. It let him feel, just for a moment, like maybe things were still normal, even though they weren’t. And sometimes he would leave messages, just so it felt like he was talking to him again. When Bruce got back, he found hundreds of messages on his answering machine, all from Tim.

“Hey, Bruce, it’s Tim. So uh, Dick made Damian Robin. He just… fired me. Just like that. *a deep breath* You know, I remember that time when you said that Robin would never be taken away from me, but I guess things are different now. Now I don’t really know what I’m going to do. *sigh* If you were here I’d probably just go ask you for advice, but that’s not really an option anymore, huh? *a humorless chuckle* …I thought the others would be on my side, help me try to find you, but they think I’m just grieving. They won’t even let me explain. And the funny thing is I don’t even blame them, because the more I tell myself again and again that you’re out there somewhere, the more it sounds like I’m just crazy. And I probably am, but… I know you’re alive. They don’t believe me, but I know. *a sniffle* Uh, I have to go, so… Bye, Bruce.” *click*

“Hi, Bruce. Me again. It’s already been a month since you’ve been gone. Or, at least I think it is. I don’t really know anymore. I’m still searching, in case you were wondering. I haven’t given up. I won’t give up. Everyone else has, but… I dunno, I guess they can afford to. They have other things to keep them going, so I guess they can afford to accept you’re gone. Don’t know if that says more about them or me. *halfhearted snort* *in the background, another voice asking Tim who he’s talking to* Nobody, Tam. Just… -it’s nobody. *back into the phone* I-I gotta go, so uh, talk to you later.” *click*

“It’s Tim again. I wonder what number message this is. Doesn’t really matter, I guess. So uh, I have to leave in a few hours. I’m gonna fight Ra’s. If you were here you’d probably tell me not to, because I’ll get killed. But you’re not here, and-and that’s why I have to. *long pause* You’d be right, though. I know I’m no match for him, and I know I won’t last for long, so I’ll probably die tonight. But even if he does kill me… it’ll be worth it. So uh, goodbye, I guess. And if this is my last message and I do die, then I just want you to know- *voice crack* *shaky breath* I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. Because at least it’s me rather than you. …Goodbye, Bruce.” *click*

Bruce listens to hundreds of other messages just like this, each one more heartbreaking than the last. When he’s finished, he clears them all, and then he picks up the phone again to call Tim.

Apologize [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Can you write a Rick x reader where the reader is best friends with Carl and she has the hugest crush on Rick and one day, when Rick gets mad at her she mumbles ‘Sorry daddy’ and Rick hears? Smut please? With daddy!kink?

Ask and ye shall receive, nonnie! I hope you enjoy! xx

Warnings: Choking, Daddy Kink, Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex (pls don’t do this)

Words: 2,739

A/N: I am so sorry I haven’t written anything in forever. But, HERE take some glorious filth to make up for it. Get ya holy water ready, you’re gonna need it. 

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Your True Self

Summary: The reader is one of the few people that is close with Loki while he stays with the Avengers, which causes her to fall deeply in love with him. After talking with Steve, Bucky, and Thor the reader finally feels confidant enough to make a move. 

Word Count: 5383

Authors note: Playful Loki is the BEST Loki! Get ready for this beautiful mixture of smut and fluff…this ones gonna HURT!

You were currently sitting in the living room of Stark Towers, for once all of you were able to enjoy a free day. Things were slow and before they got to 100 miles per hour again, you all were determined to enjoy it…even The God Of Mischief.

Loki was still relatively knew to your group, and only you and Thor seemed to be able to get along with him. You didn’t know what it was, but when it came to Loki you just couldn’t help yourself.

Maybe it was the beautiful contrast between his pale skin and raven hair, or the way his intense blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. It could be that infamous smirk of his, and how good it felt to be the cause of it.


Whatever it was, you had it bad. It wasn’t that you were inexperienced, but rather just shy…and the man was a god. You were just a mere mortal who happened to be able kick ass, but you didn’t have any special powers.

These types of thoughts stopped you from letting your feelings be known, but that didn’t mean your friends remained in the dark about them. Everyone seemed to pick up on them, even Thor himself.

Thor had become an extremely close friend to you, and you embraced each others positivity and good heartedness. Whenever he saw the affect his brother had over you he would just laugh, “ I don’t understand you mortals, why do you hide your feelings?”.

You would just roll your eyes, “ Easier said than done coming from a literal god…I’m just me..”. His mood would shift when he heard you talk badly about yourself, it saddened him. He wished so badly for you to see yourself the way others saw you..the way his brother saw you.

Trust and friendship did not come easily to Loki, but they came easily with you. That was a miracle in itself, and Thor hated that you couldn’t realize it. Thor would turn to face you, always making sure you looked into his eyes for this was a serious matter.

He’d place a hand on your shoulder, “ A title like that means nothing, it is your actions that define you nothing else. Your actions make you a remarkable woman (y/n), it is a great misfortune that you cannot see that…at least my brother does”.

With that he would leave you alone with your thoughts, refusing to meddle any further. Thor loved you deeply, and he knew how lucky he was to have a friend like you.

Knowing that someone like you cared for his brother filled him with immense joy, if only you would act on your feelings. Despite what Thor told you, it was hard to see yourself how he saw you.

Currently you were in the kitchen talking with Steve and Bucky while the rest of the group hung out in the living room. Both the boys were arguing over who could make the best grilled cheese.

Bucky claiming that Steve “might’ve been frozen too long because his memory is damn wrong”. You sat there on one of the countertops, enjoying the bickering and teasing. Steve rolled his eyes, but laughed at Bucky’s comment.

He pointed the spatula at him, “ You and I both know I make the best grilled cheese in all of Brooklyn, Buck”. God they could argue over anything, but it was always lighthearted topics.

Things like, “ Who rode the Thunderbolt longest at Coney Island as kids” or even, “Who knew episodes of The Lone Ranger better”. You were just thankful that there was never any real fights between them.

Bucky was already getting the cheese and butter out of the fridge, “ Maybe that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night…”. You laughed loudly at that, he was getting so into this. Steve grabbed the bread and pans, placing them next to the stove.

Suddenly both men turned to you, and you already knew what they were going to ask. Bucky spoke up first, “Why don’t we have our little (y/n) here be the judge!”. In hopes to get you on his side he finished his sentence with a wink.

Steve rolled his eyes, “ You’re barking up the wrong tree Buck, we both know who (y/n) has her eyes on”. You watched the smirk form upon Bucky’s lips, remembering your apparent crush for a certain Asgardian.

Trying to keep your cool you said, “ Right now I’d rather have my eyes on the best grilled cheese in all of New York, if either of you fools can make it”. They both pretended to be hurt by your comment, but the smirk only left Bucky’s face for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow, “ So what does it for you? The dark hair…the accent…his huge-”. Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, stopping his friend while he was ahead.

Bucky put his hands up defensively, “ I was going to say scepter, Captain Dirtymind”. Once again you found yourself laughing, you were lucky to have the friends you did. As if on cue Loki walked into the kitchen, maybe he was the god of bad timing.

Based off of the knowing glances both super soldiers were giving you, you were already blushing before Loki even said anything. He walked over to you with a book in his hand, “ Hello love, hungry are we?”.

You stood there for a moment without saying anything, your mind automatically drifting to more dirtier places. The sound of Bucky holding back a giggle behind you brought you back.

Smiling you said, “ I was going to see which one of these idiots could make the better grilled cheese”. You turned around briefly shooting daggers at both men, while they stood there smirking.

Since you were turned around you couldn’t see the smirk plastered across Loki’s face. He knew full well the innuendo he’d just said, and he knew why Bucky was laughing.

Loki questionably repeated the word, “ Grilled cheese?”. And you smiled realizing he had no idea what that meant. Steve spoke up, “ It’s a type of food here, that I just so happen to be the best at making”. For affect he turned to Bucky, a smug look plastered across his face.

You were eager to change topics, “ How’s the book coming along, do you like it?”. Loki shared your love of reading, and you’d actually got him to start reading one of your favorite books.

You’d given him your personal copy of, “ Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut” will all your favorite quotes underlined. He smiled, “ American authors write quite differently than Asgardians, I’m afraid most references go over my head”.

He watched that beautiful smile of yours fade away, and realized what he said might’ve come across wrong. Quickly he added, “ Would you mind explaining some of it too me love?”. Watching your smile form again made him just as happy, although he kept that to himself.

You got so excited, “ Are you sure?! I don’t want to bore you and-”. Loki laughed lightly knowing that was something you could never do. Holding your gaze he said, “ I find your passion for things quite intriguing darling”.

His words sent shivers down your spine, especially when he called you things like “love” or “darling”. Smiling you asked, “Usual place and usual time or for once will you actually get some sleep?”.

Loki laughed at your little joke, a smile forming upon his own lips. Before turning to exit the kitchen he said, “ I was thinking my room would be better, that way I can finally share one of my favorites with you”.

You nodded your head, way to excited for words to form. Once again he smirked, the effect he had over you was so thrilling for him. With that, he was gone, off to wander the halls until you’d find him later.

As you turned around you saw both Steve and Bucky smirking again. Steve smiled, “Usual place..usual time?”. You mentally slapped yourself for letting them hear that.

Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively, “ Oh no Steve, he wants to show her something in his room maybe his-”. Once again Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, not wanting this teasing to make you feel too uncomfortable.

Bucky nodded his head, “Okay that time I wasn’t going to say scepter”. This caused you and Steve to crack up laughing. Steve’s expression softened, “I think he really cares for you (y/n) I mean have you even seen him be that inviting with any of us?”.

Steve had a valid point, it did take a lot for Loki to open up. Thinking out loud you said, “Maybe Thor is right…”. Both men looked to each other, and then back at you. Bucky’s eyes widened, “ Doll don’t tell me HIS OWN BROTHER said he had feelings for you!!”.

You hushed Bucky, not wanting the rest of the group to hear what you’d been talking about. Steve spoke up, “If Thor said something to you (y/n) then it has to be true..he knows his brother better than anyone”.

You started to blush finding yourself finally seeing the truth in Thor’s words. Looking up you said, “Okay maybe Thor has mentioned it a couple times but-”. Bucky’s jaw dropped, and Steve was just as shocked.

Bucky looked at you, “ But what?! Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is..”. You avoided his gaze, letting him know what he was thinking was right. Steve knew what it was too, “You have no reason to be insecure (y/n), you’re one of the most incredible women I know”.

Bucky walked over to you, taking your hand in his. He made you do a spin, “You’re a bombshell doll, start to believe it”. Once again you found yourself smiling and thanking the universe for putting these people into your life.

Steve added, “ We love you and we wouldn’t lie to you, you have NO reason to be the slightest bit insecure…you don’t realize the way he looks at you”. You were confused, and raised an eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “ Doll the way he smirks at you is sinful, I only know because I’ve been known to give a couple special women that look myself”. Rolling your eyes you ignored the second part of his comment.

He continued, “ I know desire (y/n), and it’s in his eyes everytime he looks at you”. This many of your closest friends wouldn’t give you false confidence, so what they were saying had to be true.

Smiling you said, “ I love you guys, and I promise I’ll judge your contest later, I have to go get ready”. Bucky cheered while Steve stood there with a look of happiness all over his face. Finally his best friend was going to get the love she deserved.

You quickly left the room which meant you couldn’t see the stares the rest of the room had given Bucky from his cheering. Clint casually said, “ Is (y/n) finally going to make a move on Horns?”.

Bucky nodded his head to which Nat responded with, “ Finally…by the way Stark you owe me $20”. Tony grumbled but handed Natasha the money, causing the room to look at her confusingly.

She smirked, “ What? Tony said it would take (y/n) another month, and I guessed it would be by the end of this week”.  Steve gave Nat his best, “disappointed dad” look.

Sam grinned, “ Look the money was going towards a good cause, and Barnes you owe me $15”. Steve looked to his best friend, who pulled out the money from his pocket. Shocked Steve asked, “ You too?”.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “ Hey at the end of the day (y/n)’s the one getting laid, so who cares”. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, god his friends were idiots…but their good intentions made up for it.

After the kitchen you went directly to you room, wanting to quickly get ready to meet with Loki later. You weren’t going crazy, not even wearing makeup, but you did wanna freshen up.

Before you’d shower you wanted to pick out your clothes for meeting him. You knew green was his favorite color, and man did you have a surprise for him. Nat had insisted you’d buy this dark green bra and panty set.

It was a mixture of green lace patterns and see through mesh. The underwear were high-waisted, but the see through mesh showed a lot of skin tastefully. It showed off your curves beautifully.

You decided that for clothes you would go the simple route. A pair of leggings and a white off the shoulder top, simple but beautiful. You wore your favorite necklace, it had been a gift from Steve.

Surprisingly it was a gold choker with about five stars that dangeled. You loved that he had taken the time to pick it out, giving you proof that chivalry wasn’t dead. Of course feetwise you’d only be wearing a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks.

Loki always found them amusing from the first night he saw you wandering the halls wearing them. You’d had a cup of tea in one hand, and a book in the other. Your hair had been tied up, but strands still covered your face.

He loved how disheveled you look, truth be told his mind drifted immediately. When you noticed him you smiled, “ Can’t sleep either?”.

Loki never forgot how you weren’t scared of him, or cold, like everyone else had been. You were kind and inviting, something he wasn’t used too. Smiling he answered, “ I’m afraid I never get much sleep love”.

Raising a brow you asked, “ Why is that?”. You seemed so concerned for him, something else he hadn’t expected. Walking closer to you he pointed to his head, “ Nightmares, strange how no bit of magic can seem to cure them”.

You stepped closer to him as well, “ Well I’m guessing wandering around alone at night doesn’t help…I always need to be with someone when I get them”. His expression softened, was this an offer?

You added, “ Buck’s the same way…total cuddler…but don’t let him know I told you he’d kill me”. Loki laughed softly, you were already so trusting. He said, “ Well that must make you a good lover”.

You snorted…lover that was a hilarious idea. He looked confused so you explained, “Bucky’s one of my bestfriends..I love him but not like that”. As you spoke you found yourself walking closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are there that many types of love for you Midgardians?”. That was when you remembered how tough Loki’s life had been, you doubted he knew any type of love.

Smiling you said, “If you’re one of us there is…and you seem to be working on it”. As he listened to you a smile formed upon his lips. Talking to you was like a breath of fresh air.

You added, “ If you ever want to wander the halls together I wouldn’t mind”. You never understood how you were so daring, but maybe it had to do with the fact that it was the middle of the night.

Loki smiled again, “ I’ll have to take you up on that offer, but I can tell that tonight you desire sleep”. You were extremely tired, and talking to him had calmed your nerves. With a glimmer in your eyes you responded with, “ You better be serious Loki”.

He laughed lightly, “ I shall come find you tomorrow night love, I promise”. To some a promise from the God of Mischief probably meant nothing, but you trusted him. Smirking you said, “ And if you break it I’m afraid you’ll be to dead for sleep anyways”.

You parted your separate ways, but not before seeing a smirk form upon his lips. Loki thought to himself, “ Oh this shall be fun”. That was the start of whatever was currently happening between you both.

After laying out your clothes you jumped into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful on your skin, calming any nerves you had. You lathered yourself up with your favorite body wash; a mixture of lavender and lilac.

You made sure that every part of you body was freshly shaven and soft. Your hair looked extremely silky and smelt heavenly. This all made you feel extremely beautiful.

By the time you were actually ready an over hour had passed. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you smiled, being you was good enough. For once, you confidently made your way towards Loki’s room.

So many thoughts filled your head that you’d become distracted. While turning the corner you knocked into a very strong body, as you looked up you realized it was Thor. With ease he lifted you up, “ Sorry (y/n), you seem quiet distracted though..”.

He took in your appearance and smiled when he noticed your socks. Smirking he asked, “Going to find my brother are you?”. You blushed wondering how he’d known, what could’ve given it away?

With a hearty laugh he explained, “My brother had mentioned his love for your…fuzzy socks?”. Looking down at your feet you smiled, and Thor realized he had gotten the work right. He added, “ Steve also told me of your encounter earlier in the kitchen”.

Looking up at Thor you smiled, “Loki said he wanted to share one of his favorite books with me”. Thor’s smile only grew, that was a big thing for his brother. Quickly you added, “I finally trust what you’ve been telling me Thor..that he cares for me”.

His eyes lit up when he realized what you’d said. Taking your hand in his he said, “ It warms me to know that you finally see your true self”. You hugged Thor, and smiled when he wrapped his arms around you.

Softly you said, “ Thank you for not giving up on me”. Thor only hugged you tighter, wanting his love to be known. When he let you go he said one last thing, “Thank you for not giving up on my brother”.

You continued to make your way towards Loki’s room, your heart now filled with love. You knocked on the door to which Loki said, “ Come in love”. Loki’s room was not what you’d thought it would be.

It was extremely simple, the more extravagant things being his extensive bookshelf, and overlook of the city. Instantly you walked over to the huge window, staring out into the night.

You would’ve forgot where you were had he not come up behind you, “Beautiful isn’t it?”. As you turned your head you realized he was standing directly next to you, shoulders touching.

He continued, “ I didn’t expect to find it so enchanting, but there’s so much more complexity here than Asgard”. You’d never been to Asgard, but from what Thor had told you it seemed beautiful.

Reading your mind he said, “Asgard is beautiful, but Midgard is so free..people aren’t just confined to one single planet”. You’d never thought of it like that, the only people to travel in Asgard had to be high authority.

Turning to him you said, “ I guess my escape is reading, which I’m guessing you share”. As he looked at you, he smiled again. He walked over to his bookshelf, “ When I was confined to my cell reading kept me sane…as sane as I could be”.

You followed him, “ I can’t imagine the toll that must’ve had on you Loki..”. No one had ever had that reaction, no one had ever considered his burdens. His fingers skimmed the books before finding the one he wanted.

Still not facing you he said, “ The price to pay for the crimes I’ve committed I assume”. When he finally turned around to look at you, immediately you saw the hurt in his eyes.

Walking closer to him you said, “ To live your entire life feeling like there was this part of you that made you not belong is an awful thing to go through”. His lips parted, but no words came out.

You continued, “Not to overstep my boundaries, but I don’t agree with a lot of things the All-father has done. He should’ve never hid the truth from you, or pin you against Thor, it shouldn’t be the case that only one can rule…but despite all this Loki I don’t think you’ve become an awful person”.

He thought he might drop the book he’d been holding, no one had ever spoke to him like this. It was like you were reading his thoughts, looking at what hurt him the most.

For once Loki struggled to find words, “ I didn’t think anyone could look past the awful things I’ve done”. Without even realizing he’d been walking towards you.

Holding his gaze you said, “You’ve made mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you should be condemned for them…people can always grow”. You shared such a unique perspective on life, and he now saw why Thor liked you so much.

Laughing softly he said, “If only others shared the same outlook that you do…the world would be different”. By now you were only a foot or so from each other, the closest you’d ever been.

Loki noticed you biting your lip, “ What is troubling you (y/n)?”. You had heard that Loki had a true form and you often wondered what it looked like. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Taking a step closer to him you asked, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Loki, but I’ve often wondered what your true form looks like..if you don’t want to show me I won’t be hurt”.

From everything you’d been through, he trusted you. He took your hands in his, their coolness refreshing. Loki softly said, “ Close your eyes love”. No matter how much he trusted you, he was scared you wouldn’t like his true form.

A moment later he asked you to open your eyes, and you were mesmerized. His skin was a beautiful dark blue with light blue patterns all over it, his eyes a deep shade of red.

Instinctually your started to trace the pattern on his neck, and blushed when you realized what you’d done. Blushing you said, “I’m sorry..it’s just…your skin is so beautiful..”. His jaw dropped, beautiful?

Raising an eyebrow he asked, “ You don’t find me frightening?”.  You couldn’t help but giggle, how could he be frightening? Smiling you said, “ Loki that’s the last thing I’d ever think of you”.

You watched him process your words, seeing him smile when he finally trusted them. You added, “ If you felt comfortable enough you could remain in your true form every time you’re around me”.

His smile grew, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known (y/n)”. Holding his gaze was too much, so you turned your head to the side. He placed two fingers under your chin, turning you head to him.

Now that you held his gaze he said, “I care deeply for you (y/n) and now I know you feel the same”. You wanted to faint, he admitted his feelings for you. You no longer felt nervous, you were ready.

Placing a hand on his chest you said, “ I love you Loki, for who you are”. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, bringing your body closer to his. Leaning forward he kissed you passionately, his grip on your hips pressing your body into his.

You eased into the kiss, moving on hand to grip his hair on the back of his neck. Just as soon as it had started Loki stopped it, “ I didn’t mean to be so forward love…I just-”.

Smirking you asked, “ I thought the god of Mischief always took what he wanted”. You watched his lips shift into a smirk, and there was a different look in his eyes.

Loki looked at you like you a predator looks at prey, and it made you core ache. His voice was low, “Are you teasing me my pet?”. The way his words rolled off his tongue made you want to moan.

He began to kiss slowly up your neck, taking his time. Loki wanted to leave his mark on you, let the world know he loved you and you were his. He began to nibble on the area below your ear, “I do love you (y/n)”.

Loki began to kiss back down your neck, “ I love the way your breath hitches when I find the slightest ways to touch you..the way your eyes seem to beg me to claim you as mine..is that what you want darling?”.  

By now Loki had picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He laid you on your back, and hovered over you by propping himself up with his elbow.

Loki helped you take off your shirt, “Do you want everyone to know that you are mine? That those pretty noises coming out from your lips are my doing?”. You were already so needy, and he had barely been touching you.

When Loki noticed what you’d been wearing under your clothes he groaned loudly, licking his lips. His smirk was sinful, “You shall be the death of me love”. You sat there, anticipation stopping you from saying anything else.

Loki snapped his fingers, “ Normally I’d love to rip your clothes off of you, but I’m afraid you’ve made me very impatient”. Not only were you left in your undergarments, but Loki was now only left in his.

The light blue patterns continued all over his chest and legs, and you were mesmerized. Bringing a hand to his chest you traced the patterns once again, and for a moment love replaced the lust in his eyes.

Loki couldn’t contain himself anymore, he picked you up once again making you straddle him. His back pressed against the headboard, and his hands on your hips. Looking down at him you said, “I think I can work with impatience”.

Once again he brought his lips to yours, kissing you fevioriusly. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, causing him to moan throughout the kiss.

Loki moved his hands to undo your bra, letting it fall slowly off your body. Without hesitation he brought his mouth to suck on one breast, his hand massaging the other.

He teased your sensitive nipples by dragging them lightly between his teeth, and then flicking them with his tongue. Moaning you begged, “ Loki please I need more”.

He moved his free hand down to tease your clit through the fabric of your panties, his cold fingers an amazing contrast to the heat of your area. Loki moaned realizing how wet you were, “These are soaked darling, such a good little pet”.

You began to grind yourself against his fingers, needing any sort of friction. Loki laughed softly, “So needy for me”. With a snap of his fingers nothing separated your bodies anymore.

He teased you further by rubbing circles around your clit, his cold fingers sending shivers down your spine. Moaning loudly you said, “That feels…so..good”.

Had your eyes not been closed you would’ve seen his smirk, “ Perks of being a Frost Giant darling”. The coldness seemed to tease you more, and you’d never felt anything like it.

It made you so needy, “ Please Loki I-”. He stopped what he was doing with his hand, and you finally felt his hard member pressing against you.

Loki smirked when he saw you taking in his size, “That’s just a perk of being me love”. So Bucky was right…he did have a huge…scepter. Everything about the man was amazing.

Your brought your hand down to slowly pump him, “ What happened to impatience love”. Loki smiled hearing you tease him, mocking his tone.

You moved your body down, your face inches from his member. No sly comment left his lips, he needed you just as badly as you needed him. Slowly you licked up his member, watching his pupils dilate.

When you got to his tip you flicked your tongue over it causing his breath to hitch. Finally you took him into your mouth, taking as much as you could. Loki moaned loudly feeling himself hit the back of your throat.

To his dismay you changed positions. Now you moved your mouth to lick the underneath of his balls, knowing that it was a very sensitive area. Loki moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

It was your turn to smirk sinfully, and it felt good. You moved to take him into your mouth again but Loki pulled your body up. His voice was needy, “If you do that again this will be over before it has begun”.

With one hand Loki slowly pressed himself up and down your slit, “And it’s much more pleasurable this way”. His eyes seemed to search yours for any remaining doubts, he didn’t want to rush you.

You took his face in both your hands, “Loki I am yours”. That was all he needed to hear, slowly he inserted himself inside of you. Your walls stretched around him, causing you both to moan.

You started to bounce up and down, loving the feeling of him going in and out of you. Loki moved his hands to your hips again, guiding you. He moved you forward and backward, riding him.

In between thrusts he said, “You look so beautiful like this (y/n)”. With your hands holding onto his shoulders you leaned forward, letting him go deeper inside of you. With each thrust he was hitting your g-spot.

This angel gave him the perfect opportunity to suck your breasts again, giving you even more pleasure. The chill of his mouth against your hot skin made your pleasure only intensify.

Together your bodies moved as one, needing each other badly. This was all becoming too much, “Loki I’m so close”. You felt yourself right on the edge.

Loki was panting, “Tell me whos you are love”. You didn’t know if you could even speak right now, you only seemed to be able to moan. Picking up the pace Loki repeated himself, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good”.

Loudly you screamed, “Loki…you are Loki…fuck”. Somehow he went even deeper and faster, and you knew you couldn’t hold back. Loki nearly growled, “Cum for me (y/n) cum for me right now”.

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm now washing over you. It felt like a tsunami that started at your core and caused wave after wave of pleasure to crash throughout your body.

All you could do was moan his name, you were screaming it out. As Loki felt your walls clench around him, he was pushed over the edge. He’d never felt anything like this before, it was so intense.

Loki came just as hard, yelling out you name. Together you rode out your orgasms, wanting this feeling to last forever. Neither of you had felt something this good.

When Loki finally opened his eyes and saw how disheveled you looked he found his heart swelling with love again. Looking deeply into your eyes he said, “I love you so deeply (y/n) and as long as I live you shall be mine and I yours”.

This time when you brought your lips to his the kiss was slow, as if you both wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt him smile against your lips, and you laughed softly.

You rested ontop of his chest as he asked, “What is so amusing darling?”. You looked up into his eyes again, he was still in his true form. Smiling you said, “ I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you Loki”.

He kissed your forehead softly, “And I the same”. For once Loki felt at peace enough to finally get some rest, the rise and fall of your chest calming him.

He closed his eyes, shocked when only good thoughts crossed his mind. Although magic couldn’t fix his nightmares, maybe your love had been the answer. Loki fell fast asleep, not questioning it further.

stargazing || b.b.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky was your everything, his loss devastated you in more ways than you could have every imagined, all you wanted was to have him back. 

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: this literally made me sob that my mum had to ask if i was okay and i had to lie and say i was watching a sad movie


“Do you ever just feel an urge to just do something? Something you’ve wanted to do for the longest time, but were never in the right moment?” You asked, turning your head to look at Bucky. He was staring right back at you, eyes glimmering underneath the night sky, “I always do when I’m with you, doll,” he whispered, a smile on his face before his lips connected with yours.

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Waving Through a Window

A/N Here’s this… thingie that I wrote for @analogically-prinxiety as a part of the fic exchange. Also huge thanks to @princeyandanxiety for putting up with my constant questions and helping me edit this.

Chosen Prompt: 1 - Soulmate AU

Pairing: Analogical (Anxiety/Logic), side Royality (Prince/Morality)

Genre: Soulmate AU, High School AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: many 8.6k (the k stands for kill me)

Warnings: panic attack, like a paragraph dedicated to this One Shove, heaps of swearing (courtesy of Anx) and uh… I think that’s it?

Summary:

Soulmates share an emotional bond where they can feel what the other is feeling. That has always been just an unimportant  fact that Virge has lived by. It was the same as someone saying ‘water is wet’ or ‘the sky is blue’. When Virgil’s old neighbour moves away and Logan’s family moves in, things start changing.

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Oblivious

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you’re open to take request right now. If you are can you please make a Eddie Kaspbrak for IT imagine. Can it be where Bill’s cousin who is the reader and Eddie both like each other so Bill and everyone else try’s to get the together? Please if you have the time of course thank you!

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Reader/Eddie Kaspbrak

Rating: General

Warning: strong language!


Oblivious

It was needless to say that Y/N was just as oblivious as Eddie was. Y/N had only recently moved to Derry with their mother and father so they could be somewhat closer to their family from their mothers side. Of course, Y/N thought the move was ridiculous until Bill had introduced them to the entire Losers’ club. Though Y/N wasn’t a fan of the name, the people in the club definitely didn’t seem like losers’, they stuck it out and remained quiet happy.

Y/N enjoyed the company, they always found Richie to be the funniest (when he wasn’t being insulting that was.) but always found Eddie to be their very favourite. Of course, they didn’t believe they actually like-liked Eddie. Not until Bill actually suggested it and really got Y/N thinking. It was bothersome for a few days, Y/N couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the fact they could possibly like their friend, but of course, what Y/N didn’t know was that Eddie had just as big a crush on them — maybe even a little bigger.

Now, everyone else in the group knew it, they constantly teased Eddie when Y/N wasn’t around much to his disapproval. He tried denying it but simply gave up after a few attempts once he had realised the teasing would never stop.

”Just ask them out you twat-waffle.“ Richie would muse with a shit-eating grin on his face as he prodded at Eddie endlessly.

”And have them hate me for all eternity? I think not.“ Eddie would reply every time without fail, which would cause Richie to make the most disgusted look in the world before offering to do it for him.

Eddie had been rather distraught about the entire thing, Richie and Ben had been endlessly trying to edge him towards talking to Y/N about his feelings but Eddie resisted each time without fail.

Meanwhile, Bill and Beverly had been nudging Y/N in the right path of confessing their minor infatuation with Eddie, but Y/N was persistant. They didn’t want to rush into anything before they were certain that Eddie liked them back, they didn’t want to put anyone in an uncomfortable position and have an entire friendship ruined in a matter of seconds. That wasn’t how they planned to spend their time in Derry.

What neither Eddie nor Y/N knew was the elaborate plan created by Ben, Bev, Bill, Mike, Stan, and Richie in an attempt to hook the two up, persay. It was really quite a badly thought out plan, and if it went wrong they decided that blaming Richie was their best bet, much to Richie’s dismay. The plan had been to slip poorly made love notes into each of the pairs lockers to make it seem like they both had an equal liking for each other (which wasn’t exactly false!) and have the two finally get together and cut the ever looming tension that seemed to linger on forever.

Needless to say, their awful plan pulled through somewhat. Beverly had used her neatest hand writing to scribble out a ‘mushy’ love letter addressed from Y/N to Eddie, and Stan had used his second neatest to write out Eddies. Originally Richie wrote out the letter from Eddie, but this was scratched and used as guidelines of what not to write in the love letter.

“You can’t talk about Y/N like that! It’s a love letter not an erotic novel!“ Stan had objected, his eyebrows pulled together in a scolding fashion whilst Bill passed distasteful glances at Richie whilst he read over the original draft.

“Y-you know they’re suh-suh-still my cousin, r-right?“ Bill eventually managed, his lips pulled together in a thin line whilst Richie grinned proudly to himself from across the room.

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Monday morning came quickly, and surprisingly enough everyone besides Eddie and Y/N arrived to school a half an hour earlier than they usually did. They had to make sure everything was perfect and that they didn’t slip the wrong letter into the wrong locker, really that would have been utterly disastrous. They slipped them both in on the count of three, fortunately Eddie and Y/N’s lockers were close by, four lockers away from each other. This definitely gave the losers’ a better view of everything that went down.

Once Y/N and Eddie arrived about fifteen minutes apart from each other, the losers’ knew what was about to go down. Y/N was the first to open their locker, the blue piece of paper fluttering onto the ground and resting there till they leaned over to pick it up, unfold it, and scan it over for the moment before glancing around in search of Eddie. Speaking of Eddie, he had opened his locker with ease, grabbing his books and ultimately failing to notice the deep purple coloured page for the moment before he picked it up and glanced over it, looking over to find Y/N.

The two held eye contact for a moment, causing Beverly to chew her tongue in anticipation. Eventually Y/N slowly closed their locker and approached Eddie, who stiffened on the spot and looked at the other with utter nervousness in his eyes.

“I got your letter.” Y/N started, gaining a very confused look from Eddie before he glanced at the others who gave him a thumbs up.

”Oh right, yes, my letter–“ He was practically lost for words, terrified that Y/N would hand him back the forged letter and ask him to keep out of range of sight from them for the rest of the year. But, he was pleasantly surprised to find that they simply smiled sweetly and nodded quietly.

“We can go to the park or something after school if you’d like?” Y/N spoke quietly, passing a glance at Beverly who gave them a thumbs up.

Eddie was almost entirely lost for words, terrified that if he spoke he would start to sound like Bill and embarrass himself already. He simply nodded, a smile crossing his face and suddenly he was conscious that he may have been nodding a little too eagerly, but his suspicious were overturned once Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek happily.

“It’s a date.” They stated with ease, turning on their heels and walking off at last, and once they were out of sight there rang a chorus of exhales and dopey smiles from every other loser. Finally, they could all sit in the same room without any unresolved romantic tension.



{I hope this is what you were looking for? I feel like it’s a bit short, I’m sorry! If it doesn’t meet your expectations I solemnly apologise.}

I was losing my grip and you just stood there, watching me, suffocating and drowning, until I couldn’t make another sound. I was losing me, losing myself, and you didn’t stop me. You knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going, how this would all turn out, and not once, did you ever try and stop me. Maybe that’s why I could never seem to let you back in, because you left me. And even though I pushed and pushed, you were supposed to come back. No matter how far, you were supposed to come back, you were always supposed to come back, but you didn’t. And now, I have no one, because it was supposed to be you. It should’ve been you, it was always you.
—  c.f. // “growing up is full of shit”
Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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simon imagine: i love you, and that’s a wrap

REQUESTED:  ‘i really want an imagine when y/n is really happy with Simon and stuff but then like one day it hit her, she notices all these little things that tell her that he doesn’t love her anymore and then she finds out that he’s cheating and smth like that’

The entire house was silent. Nobody dared to speak. To move, to breathe. Tension filled the air, a thick, vicious substance. The marble of the kitchen island was the only thing separating me and him.

He sat across from me, his eyes focused on the surface in front of him. I kept mine glued to him. 

“How long for, Simon?”

He pulled his lip beneath his teeth, chewing the skin, still not looking up at me. I waited patiently for an answer. My legs shook discreetly against the bar stool; I wasn’t sure if this was down to nerves, or just plain anger. Anger seemed easier to come to reason with.

“I don’t know, Y/n.”

“Bullshit.” I cut him off, my tone full of toxicity. Simon was visibly taken aback. His eyes closed, as if he had just been hit in the face. I silently begged myself to keep up the anger act, knowing this would help the conversation massively. I wanted him to believe that was all I was: angry. 

“Y/n why do you even want to know? How will that information help you in any way?” He bit back with the same poisonous tone, his stubborn ways shining through. 

“Because I want to know Simon, can you not even offer me that decency?”

“Fine Y/n you wanna know! Six months, that’s how long! That better?”

“Six months?”

“Six fucking months. Better?”

My blood ran cold through my veins as realisation hit. I looked him deep in his eyes. “Six months ago…that was when we had the conversation. When I told you I felt like you didn’t love me anymore.”

His face softened, lips parting slightly. He looked up finally, making eye contact and suddenly all the anger subsided. 

“No, Y/n, I swear-”

“I was right wasn’t I?” My voice was soft, surprisingly calm but audibly hurt. “You fell out of love with me then, didn’t you?”

“No, Y/n, I didn’t fall out of love with you then.” It was his turn to hurt. He mirrored my tone, sounding hoarse and uncomfortable. 

“But you fell in love with her.”

Again he focused on the island, breaking the eye contact. I let my eyes flutter shut. It felt as if somebody had sucker punched me in the chest. I wanted nothing more than to climb over the counter and hit him, and then hug him, and tell him I hate him but tell him I love him too. I envisioned that conversation six months ago, how we sat by the fireplace, how I opened myself up to him in all my vulnerability. I wanted to run back in time and sit by my past self, tell her to run, run as fast as she possibly could. I wanted to be the Y/n from seven months ago, before it all went down hill. But in this moment, I am not Y/n from seven months ago, and Simon isn’t Simon from seven months ago and we are nothing but two broken, incompatible souls sitting across from eachother at a table. 

“Did you love her?”

“Y/n, please-”

“Simon answer the question. Did you love her?”

He inhaled, closing his eyes. “Not at first.”

“But you grew to.”

“Yes.”

“More than you loved me?”

Laying astray on the table in front of him, his phone vibrated, breaking the silence. He looked up at me immediately and I laughed. 

“That’s her, isn’t it?”

“Y/n are you sure you want to do this-”

“Answer me Simon.”

He stared at the phone, not touching it as the vibration died out slowly. His voice was merely a whisper. 

“Yes.”

“Simon did you ever really love me?”

“Y/n are you serious?” Again he looked up at me. His sea blue eyes were glassed over with tears, presumably a mixture of guilt and regret. His voice was louder, filled with passion and shock but still hoarse. “Of course I fucking loved you! You were the first person I ever loved, my first girlfriend, the first girl I introduced to my parents. How could you even ask that? I loved you with my everything.”

It was my turn to avoid his eye as I looked down, watching a single tear splash onto the marble. My lips trembled, chest aching. 

“So what changed your mind?”

“I don’t know, Y/n,” he sniffed, his head turning away, looking around the room. “I wish I knew.”

“Simon,” I whimpered. My entire careless, angry act shattered around me as I hugged myself, wrapping my own arms around me in an act of comfort, something I’d been doing since I was about five years old. “Is it my fault? Is there anything I could’ve done to change your mind?”

“No, Y/n please don’t blame yourself this isn’t your fault.”

“Then why wasn’t I enough Simon?”

I collapsed into tears, putting my head in my hands. Never had I been more ashamed of myself. I wanted to be rude, angry, spiteful, maybe even hateful. I wanted to come here, cuss him out and then leave him speechless and full of regret as I walked away. But instead, I crawled back into his arms, my mascara stained tears staining his t-shirt. I was broken and I knew it. Simon was everything I had ever wanted, and everything I would continue to want for the rest of my life. More than anything I wanted to fight for him - after all, if you don’t fight for what you want, you cry for what you lose - but deep down, I knew it was useless. I would be fighting a losing battle.

I think that hurt the most. Physically I was in Simon’s arms, but mentally he wasn’t here. Mentally he was with her. He had walked out of the door a long, long time ago.

Y/nickname you were enough, you were always enough I swear to fucking God. The problem isn’t you not being enough, it’s me being too much. I’m fucked up, I’m disloyal, I’m a cheat. And you deserve more than that.”

A tear landed in my hair, this time not one of my own. As he held me I became more and more aware of how alien the warmth felt. In fact, it didn’t feel like warmth at all. It was cold, and sad, and lonely. This wasn’t my home anymore and I knew it.

“Simon,” I pulled away, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. “I have to go.”

“Please, you can’t leave like this, this can’t be the last image I have left of you in my mind.” He let the tears flow freely and I bit my lip to hold mine.

“I’m sorry Simon. I need to go,” I picked my bag up off the floor, heading towards the kitchen door. As I reached it I turned to face him.

“I really hope she was worth it, Simon. I hope you change for her. I hope when you hold her it feels so warm, and so right, and so happy. I hope she appreciates your hold because every time you hold her she’s sitting comfortably in the only place I ever called home. I hope she really makes you happy, Simon.”

I wished I meant my words to be bitchy and spiteful, but I didn’t. I meant them to be genuine. Because that’s what happens when you love somebody; you want the best for them. Even if that best isn’t you. 

With bloodshot eyes he looked back at me.

“I love you, Y/n.”

I shook my head. “No you don’t, Simon.”

Or Nah (One - Shot)

Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.

A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment. 

You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist. 

Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him. 

You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day. 

You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely. 

The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began. 

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit. 

You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had. 

His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself. 

And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him. 

After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song. 

You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah?
Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up. 

Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together. 

Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics. 

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shit or nah?

Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap. 

Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away. 

You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face. 

Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome
Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him. 

“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!

You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down. 

Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile. 

“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym. 

Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight. 


-FIN!

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Flowers


pairing: richie tozier x female reader

summary: you really love flowers. you give one to richie every single day at school, and richie surprises you with a gift he made out of the flowers.

warnings: none, besides richie’s trash mouth, an iCarly inspired quote, and the fact that this is my first ever imagine #rip

SEND REQUESTS PLZ <3


“I wonder which one he’d like today,” you mumbled to yourself. You were currently standing in front of the same flower patch you passed every day on the way to school. It had almost become a habit to stop and pick a flower to give to Richie at school.

You never really thought much about it. One day at school a while ago, you had given all of the losers a flower, but none of them kept up with it throughout the day besides Richie, surprisingly. After that, you decided you’d give him one for the rest of the week and see what happened. He always kept up with them so you decided to keep doing it, and after a while, it became a routine.

At first, everyone thought you had a crush on Richie, and while that may or may not be true, you couldn’t let them know that so you decided to tell them he was the only one to keep up with his and that’s why you kept giving them to him to avoid the embarrassment.

Yesterday you had given Richie a pink flower, so you decided to give him a big purple flower. You picked the flower and made your way to the school.

“Good morning sunshine,” Beverly said, smiling as you made your way to the group.

“Good morning, friends,” you said, smiling back at the red-headed girl in front of you.

“W-what color flower did you bring Richie today?” Bill asked, smiling sheepishly as you lifted the flower to show him.

“Purple. It’s really big, the purple ones are usually always small, so I figured I’d go ahead and get this one,” you said, grinning brightly.

“I can’t believe you still pick those… those… disgusting things. I mean, can you IMAGINE how much bacteria is on a single CELL of that fucking flower? It’s just-“ Eddie paused mid-sentence and rubbed his temples. “Don’t you remember John from our class last year?”

“No,” you replied, blinking slowly and wondering what the hell was wrong with this child.

“EXACTLY. You don’t remember him because he DIED, y/n, HE DIED. He picked a flower, didn’t wash his hands, ate a sandwich, and DIED because there was so much bacteria in his throat.”

“I thought John moved to Texas after his parents divorced,” Mike said, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie blinked. “Well you thought fucking wrong, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Soon, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Bill were all four arguing over what they thought had happened to the completely random kid from last year’s math class.

You shook your head as you and Beverly listened to the boys argue.

“I’m pretty sure you’re all dumbasses because I saw John at the arcade two fucking days ago.” You didn’t even have to turn around to know where the voice had come from.

“Shut the fuck up Richie,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

Richie let his bike fall to the ground by the bike rack and walked over to stand next to you. You stuck out your hand and placed the purple flower in his palm.

Richie examined the flower. “Wow, this flower is fucking huge. Almost as huge as m-“

“Beep beep, Richie,” Stan said, already annoyed by Richie’s presence, even though he secretly loved Richie to death.

Richie smirked and turned to you. “Thanks for the flower, small-fry.”

“I’m not that short, asshole. You’re barely taller than I am,” You mumbled, fake pouting at his short joke.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m a tenth of a centimeter taller than you are, if there’s anyway I can make a joke about your height, I’m gonna do it,” he replied, laughing at his own comment.

“We should probably get to class, waiting for Richie has already made us a few minutes later than usual,” Ben said, checking the time on his watch.

“Yeah, yeah, blame the trashmouth. One day you motherfuckers are gonna regret treating me this way. YOU’LL RUE THIS DAY! RUE IT!” Richie screamed, throwing his fists into the air dramatically.

You laughed at Richie as the rest of the group began to walk into the school, shaking their heads as they tried to get as far away from Richie as possible.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Richie tuck the flower you had given him into the pocket of his hawaiian shirt and smiled to yourself, looking down at the ground to keep him from seeing that the small gesture had made your heart flip.

All of you walked into the school and told each other bye as you all made your way to your separate classes. None of the losers were in your first class for the day, sadly. You waved everyone goodbye, and just as you had turned on your heel to walk away, you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

“H-hey, what are you doing later on today?” Richie asked as he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, visibly nervous.

“I’m sure I’ll have homework to do, but other than that, nothing,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t understand why you felt just as nervous as he looked.

“Oh, okay, I mean, I was just gonna come by your house for a few minutes if that’s okay. I-i’m learning some stupid shit in math that I don’t really understand. Can you help me out, maybe?” He asked.

You knew he was lying. Not only because of how nervous he seemed, but also because Richie was insanely smart. Even though he was a bit of a slacker and never paid attention in class, he still made straight A’s somehow.

“Sure, I’ll see you after school then,” You said, giving him a small smile.

Your smile had always been his weakness. He loved your smile “more than any fucking thing on this planet,” which he had told Eddie one time at the quarry when you couldn’t hear them talking. Eddie teased Richie all day but never once broke his promise not to tell you what Richie had said. If you were to ever find out, Richie wanted to be the one to tell you. He loved your smile, but don’t even get him started on your laugh. Richie tried to get you to laugh every single chance he got, and when you did, you made him feel like the funniest person on the planet.

“Y-yeah, after school, that’s when we’ll see each other…yeah, cool,” Richie said, stumbling on his words.

”Are you okay?” You asked, slightly giggling out of concern and because of the fact that he sounded awfully similar to Bill right now, no offense to him of course, but we’re just facing the facts right now.

“No, I’m a fucking loser, I don’t know why the hell I’m talking like an idiot. I’ll see you after school, y/n,” he said, shaking his head as he turned the opposite way and began walking to his class.

You began walking to your class as well, but not before you heard Richie mumbling to himself as his figure disappeared.

“Cool? COOL? The fuck is wrong with me.”

You also heard a trashcan being kicked over as you walked away.


After school, you had gone straight home and finished your homework. You weren’t sure what Richie wanted to talk to you about, but you knew it wasn’t homework.

Instead of stressing about all the many things that were wrong with Richie Tozier. Even though there were probably more things than you could count, there was an equal number of things that were right about him.

You decided to stress eat a piece of cake your mom left you as an afternoon snack, and let your mind drift off to everything you loved about Richie. His hilarious, and utterly vulgar,  comments, that made you laugh all the time. The freckles that accentuated his face like stars. His crazy hawaiian shirts that made you laugh because they make a flapping noise when he rides his bike.

Just as you finished the cake, you heard a knock at the door. You slide over to the door since you have on socks, and almost died by tripping by the way and open the door for him.

“Hey Richie,” you say, stepping aside so he can come in.

“Hi,” he said, stepping inside, being incredibly quiet, which is NOT common for the trashmouth.

You shut the door and turned to him as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. You waited for him to say something, but he said absolutely nothing as the two of you stood in your kitchen.

“So… That math homework?” you asked, deciding to mess with him a little bit.

“Oh, yeah, I figured it out,” he said, rocking back and forth on his toes and looking around the room.

“Alright, what’s going on. First, you were stuttering and acting weird in the hallway, now you’re being really quiet. Is something wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned considering all of you losers knew Richie’s home situation.

“Something wrong? With me? Richie Tozier? The almighty leader of everything that is great an—“

“Richie.”

Richie sighed and reached for something in his bag. He pulled out a medium sized box that had been poorly wrapped in notebook paper with the words “please like this gift” written all over it and handed it to you.

You chuckled slightly at the words and opened the box. Inside of the box was a crown made of one flower from each week that you had given him. Richie had painted over each flower that he decided he would add to the crown at the end of each week with gel and acrylic paint to preserve them, and after a while, he had finally finished the crown.

Richie took the crown from the box as you stared at it in awe. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life and you absolutely loved it.

“Here,” Richie whispered close to your face as he placed the crown on top of your head. He stepped back and took in your entire presence.

You couldn’t even speak. For once in your life, you were truly speechless. Never in a million years would you have believed he’d do something like this for you, but at the same time, you could believe it because Richie loved every single one of you losers.

“Richie, I- thank you so so much, oh my god.” You walked over to Richie and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He put his arms around your waist as you hid your face in his neck to keep from crying at how kind this was.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” You could practically hear him smiling as he said that. He had been so nervous about giving you the crown in case you didn’t like it, but now he knew you loved it, and couldn’t feel any better.

You pulled away slightly and ran your fingers along the crown on your head. Shaking your head, you looked at him, dumbfounded.

“Why did you make this? Don’t get me wrong, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but why?” you asked.

“I know you love flowers and ever since that first time you gave me a flower every day for a week, I decided I’d make the crown. I know it isn’t perfect but Mike and Stan gave me advice on how to fix it. I tried to ask Eddie but he bitched about how I’m not properly disinfecting the flowers first so I told him to fuck off instead,” he shrugged. “I really hope you like them. I almost didn’t think you could look any more perfect, but here you are, defying the laws of beauty and shit, as usual.”

Your cheeks heated up as you smiled brightly at his comment. “I don’t wanna sound like every airhead in every single romance movie, but did you mean that? You think I look perfect?” A part of you wanted to make a joke because you’d never seen this side of Richie, but you wouldn’t DARE ruin this moment. Nuh uh. Not a chance.

“Of course I do. We all do. I mean, do you see yourself? I’ve had to flick Stan in the throat and pinch Eddie’s arm a few times for staring at you too long.” He said.

“I think Stan is too busy staring at Mike to notice me,” you said, smiling. You walk over to Richie and hug him one last time. “Thank you, Richie, really. This means the world.”

You place a small kiss on his cheek and his face instantly goes red. Despite the heat coming from his face, his smile is as bright as the sun. Little did you know this was only the beginning.

MafiaAU BTS reaction: to you coming home crying because a member of the rival gang tortured you

Jin: 

He was complete worry, he was about to go out and look for you by himself without any of his men to help him, he didn’t care anymore, but then you opened the door, shaking, crying and with terror in your eyes, with some of your clothes ripped. He quickly hugged you and took you to the couch so you can sit and calm yourself. Only in that moment he could see how hurt you were. Your right eye was purple, your bottom lip was split and in your neck were bruises of fingers, like if they had tried to kill you. And it was enough for him. He was hurt too because he failed at protecting you and someone dared to put their hands on you. When you were more calmed and sleeping in your bedroom (After a long talk, promises, hugs and some tender kisses). He called his men and told them to be ready.. he will make anyone who putted a hand on you to know the consequences of their mistake.

Yoongi:

He knew anything wasn’t fine when he arrived to your home and he didn’t saw you there, waiting for him, he didn’t wanted to freak out but when the minutes where you didn’t come to him turned into hours, he was about to go insane. He tried to convice himself that you were okay and safe, then the sound of the door gave him some hope just to bring part of his world down when he saw you in that condition, you couldn’t more, all you wanted was see him okay and when you did it, you fell in your knees, Yoongi ran to you to catch you. You fainted. With delicacy he carried you to your bed, he naked you to change ripped and dirty clothes just to see your bruises, some olds and some news, he was full of furious. He didn’t wanted to leave you, he wanted to be there when you woke up, but if something was sure, that was not going to stay like that. The war was just beginning.

Namjoon:

Namjoon was moving earth and sea to find you since for about one week, when a note arrived to him with a picture of you with your eyes blinded. He was a complete mess, he didn’t ate or sleep since you were not with him anymore, he didn’t want to eat because he didn’t had time to waste, he couldn’t sleep just for thinking on what they may be doing with you, with his love. But one day when he was arriving to home after one more day where he didn’t found you, he saw the lights on, immediately he ran as fast as he could, begging to finally find you. But what such surprise he had when he saw you almost dead in the floor, shaking and crying in silent, he went with you and putted your head on his lap, your arms surrounded him because you knew he wasn’t gonna to hurt you. “Namjoon…” Your voice cracked after you said his name and that broke Namjoon “Shh baby… They are not going to touch you ever again I promise… Nobody touches my girlfriend and lives to say it”

Hoseok:

As soon as he knew you were under their power, he sent all his men to find you and even told them that nobody would rest until they find you, he was being like he never had been, he considered treating with the rival gang but he knew that they were not going to let you go that easy… Or maybe he was wrong?. While he was talking with his men in the phone (Practically yelling at them, demanding to know your location) He heard something in the kitchen. He didn’t trust anymore, so he went down the stairs with his weapon on his right hand ready to shoot. But when he heard a sob, he knew it was you. He looked for you with wide eyes, impatient to have you in his arms again. When you recognized his steps and his breathe, your turned around and crying you ran into his open arms, once you were with him, you started to cry deeper than before against his chest. When Hoseok tried to touch your arms to comforting you, you moved away completely terrified. In that moment, Hoseok sweared that he was going to kill who made that to you.

Jimin:

He had a panic attack when he saw all the house messed up, he used everything in his power to find you, but failed, he was getting pissed off, he was more than angry, what kinda of mafia leader can’t find his girlfriend? You were his entire world and if something happened to you, he didn’t know what he would do. When one of his men told him that he saw someone in the house, he went there more fast than the light but what he saw was the door with a trace of a hand with blood, and he thought the worst. “YN?…My love are you here?”  What he got as answer broke his heart, your whinings from the living room. When he finally found you, he couldn’t help it but he started to tear up. You were there, in the floor, suffering, with blood in your clothes “Jimin…The-” “They will pay, baby…I swear to god they will” Jimin said, he kissed you glenty. Embracing you and not letting you go for some minutes.

Taehyung:

The end of the world was soon, if Taehyung didn’t find you, he would destroy the entire world just to do it, because you were his world. He was not the Tae you knew, not anymore, he was lost if he didn’t have you. All his men were tired of weeks of searching, nobody knew where to find you and that made Tae crazy. Where they hid you? Some of his men were in your house, looking for places where they could have hidden you, but one sound alarmed all of the stressed mens in the house, with their weapons ready, one of his members opened the door just to see you in front of it, tied of feets and hands. When the men did a gesture of wanted to untie you, Taehyung literally growled at the men, who stepped away from you and let Taehyung to untie you by himself, while he was comforting you with his voice. When you were free again, you hugged him and started to cry. He saw you, for a second but he did, and he could saw your beautiful face being covered by bruises and while you were on his embrace, he gave a look to his men and they knew what they had to do. Kill all the rival gang.

Jungkook: 

All the hell was in the eyes of Jungkook, yelling at anyone, hitting things and throwing things, he didn’t recongnize himself anymore. And it was all for you, because his love was missed. All the gang was tense, because their leader was losing his mind. He was mad at him, because he let the rival gang to take you away from him. He felt the need of killing anyone who would get in on his way to find you, one week after your kidnapping, he was about to start a suicide plan. But on his way back to his house, he saw you walking alone, you looked terrible. But that was the drop that spilled the glass. Everyone who dared to humiliated you, was going to be dead soon.

The Kiss Under the Tree (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: Steve’s first kiss will always be one to remember, especially who he shared it with.

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: a little peck on the lips. happy 14 yr old steve. sad 14 yr old steve. awkward love tbh.

Note: idk if the snow ball existed but it does now and also i have this wild idea that steve wore a similar tux to what dustin wore dont @ me

My Other Works…

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

My Other Works…

Steve has had quite a bit of relationships with girls in his life, but there had only been two girls who really had him whipped. That was of course Nancy Wheeler, his late girlfriend and the other…well she was a girl from middle school. Her name was (y/n) and he had basically grown up with her.

If Steve were to think back about (y/n), he would think that he was so interested in Nancy because she reminded him of (y/n). He would also think about how much he missed her.

(y/n) and Steve had been friends since childhood because their parents were fairly close. Everyone would say “these two will definitely end up together” to the point where Steve’s mom even bought her a white dress as a birthday gift and teased how she would wear a dress similar on her and Steve’s wedding day in the future. Although that was a little weird, she was really little and wore that dress to every formal event.

(y/n) was his only real friend growing up, sure he had more friends, but he knew that he could only really trust her. In Kindergarten, Steve was always there for her. When she would struggle to count, Steve would grab her hand and encourage her because he somehow knew it already.

In their elementary school, they would always be together on the playground, and during lunch. It was probably the time where Steve found a love for playing basketball. (y/n) would sit there on the bleachers, watching her friend play and cheering for him. When he would make a hoop, he would look at her to make sure she saw. Being young, he didn’t quite know what exactly he was feeling…not until he reached middle school.

That was the time people started to talk, especially in seventh grade. They were getting older, getting wiser, and well…growing. Steve was on the Hawkins Middle School Basketball team, and (y/n) took a separate route. She joined the school band and found a love for playing the French Horn.

By how close the two were, getting picked up together or always walking each other to class, people began to say how cute of a couple they were. Now, they were only 13 years old and the idea of dating was obscured.

“We’re too young to date,” she said after yet another person asked if they were together. Steve would just nod in agreement.

But honestly to Steve, it didn’t sound too bad. He’s always thought that she was very pretty, and were so smart and talented. He loved how she had such a passion for music and how she never missed any of his games.

Before every game, he would stand at the side of the court, eyes wandering over the crowd before landing on hers. She would smile and wave. It made his heart flip and his stomach fill with butterflies. He would tell himself he would play this game for her, and win it.

Steve knew that he really, really liked (y/n). Like more than a friend. But he didn’t know how to tell her that, not until their 8th grade year.

Steve was becoming more popular, being the best player on the basket ball team. He was already tall for his age, and he began to style his hair. He would definitely make it on the varsity Basketball team when he got to High School. Because of this, girls were crushing hard on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept any ice cream or lunch dates because he only had eyes for (y/n).

It seemed that the whole school was aware how Steve really felt about his friend, except for the very (y/n). She seemed oblivious to everything, like how he tried to show off during games, or how he would sit much closer to her. Or how nervous he was beginning to get. She seemed to just not notice he was crushing on her hard.

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Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where reader is Chibs’ niece and she really likes Jax even though he’s with Tara. Includes Tig x Reader friendship too :)

Originally posted by nikitassoul

“Do you think he’ll ever see me as more than just a kid?” You sip your glass of whiskey as you sit cross legged on Tig’s bed, one of your late night chats taking place.

Tig was one, maybe the only one, who knew of your gigantic crush on Jax. You could tell your best friend anything, and he knew you too well to be able to miss your feelings for the blonde biker. But all you seemed to be to Jax was Chibs’ kid niece, young and childish.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Tig says honestly as he leans against the head board, his legs outstretched as he nurses his own glass. “What I do know, though, is that you’ll never get your answer unless you tell him how you feel.”

You smile warmly in response, the gesture not meeting your eyes. Sighing deeply, you shake your head, taking a gulp of the amber liquid. “No point, Tiger. He’s loved Tara all his life.”

“Maybe, but the cracks are showing baby girl, and now is your time to shine if there was ever one.” You deliberate the statement in your mind as you’ve done many times before, even though deep down, you know you’ll never tell Jax how you feel.

The door to Tig’s room gets thrown open, the action catching you off guard as you jump. Your eyes widen as you see Tara standing there, the look on her face telling you she’s heard the whole conversation.

“I fucking knew it.” she seethes, you pushing yourself to stand up, ready just incase she tries to attack. She storms towards you, your empty glass dropping onto the bed. “I’ve been trying to warn him about you for months, but he just can’t see it.”

“Are you for real right now? If there’s anyone he needs to warned about its you.” You see Tig get up out of your peripheral vision, giving you space to stand up for yourself but also ready to stop the two of you from clawing each other to pieces.

Her anger turns to humour as she laughs in your face, the cocky smile on her lips something you’re just itching to scratch off. “I’m only gonna tell you once, so listen up. Jax is mine, he loves me. You’re just a desperate, worthless bitch.”

You don’t even realise you’ve slapped her until you feel the sting on your palm, her hand flying to her cheek to cradle her reddened skin. Your eyes flicker to Tig, a proud look on his face as he winks at you.

You can’t rest for long before Tara delivers a slap of her own, you swinging a punch in return as she falls to the floor. Before you know it, you’re both on the floor, the two of you shouting in anger as you fight.

You’re too busy seeing red to notice Tig come behind you, only realising he’s there when he drags you off of Tara, Jax pulling her roughly off the floor as you both try to escape from your captors. “What the fuck is going on?!”

You stop resisting Tig as Jax shouts, a stressed and confused expression on his face as he looks between you and your opponent. You place your hand on top of Tig’s as it rests on your waist, knowing you’re going to need his support before Tara even speaks.

“She’s fucking obsessed with you, that’s what!” Tara shouts, shoving Jax away from her. You feel like you might puke as you stand there, your big secret out in the open. “I questioned her about it and she attacked me!”

“I wouldn’t say calling me a worthless bitch is questioning me, but whatever floats your boat.” you spit sarcastically, ignoring Jax’s burning gaze. She lunges for you again, your clenching fist unneeded as Jax grabs her swiftly, yanking her backwards.

“Out, now!” he orders, leaving no room for refusal. Tara stares at him in shock, unable to comprehend that he’s talking to her. She scoffs, shrugging his grip on her away.

“Fuck you, Jax. I’m too good for this shit.” You look down at your feet at her words, feeling guilty for being partly to blame for their argument.

“Give us a minute, Tig.” You swallow nervously at Jax’s request, Tig removing himself from you. He looks at you for reassurance, not wanting to leave unless you’re okay with it. “I’m not mad, (Y/N).”

Relief floods you, your attention flickering to Jax’s pleading eyes before you nod at Tig, squeezing his arm as thanks before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Is it true?” Jax asks, breaking the tense silence. You stare at your feet as you nod in confirmation, a sigh leaving Jax’s lips. You watch as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands running over his face as he tries to take in the new found information.

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly as he stares at the wall, brow furrowed as he thinks deeply. He shuffles over, tapping the space next to him, you complying as you shuffle over and sit down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You roll your eyes, chuckling humourlessly as you pick a loose thread on your jeans.

“What would’ve been the point?” you ask quietly, not being able to look at Jax as he sits so closely, his eyes watching you as he waits for you to continue. “All I am to you is Chibs’ niece. Plus, you have Tara.”

“Had. I had Tara. I ended it just before you went all Jackie Chan.” he teases, nudging your body with his. You smile, shaking your head as you nudge him back, enjoying the closeness.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to say that I’m sorry to hear that. No offence but I kinda hate her.” Jax laughs at your honesty, his sparkling eyes meeting yours, your lungs feeling empty at the little distance between the two of you.

You force yourself to be realistic, smiling sadly at the biker. “Don’t worry, you can save the whole ‘I wanna be friends’ speech. I wasn’t expecting you to return my feelings.”

You stand up quickly, walking over to Tig’s chair and retrieving your jacket, tears prickling at your eyes as you try to resist breaking down. “I should be going anyway.”

You spin around, your eyes wide in shock as you see Jax lean down, his hands grabbing your face as he kisses you. You don’t respond at first, not sure whether you’re dreaming, until you realise this is real life and oh my god Jax Teller is kissing you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, his lips feeling nothing short of incredible as they move against your own. Your jacket is forgotten as you drop it to the floor, your hands moving to grip his biceps as his tongue slips into your mouth, your core tingling at the feeling.

Only when you’re completely breathless do you pull away, Jax resting his forehead against yours as the two of you struggle to breathe. You grip his shirt between your fingers, not wanting him to move and ruin the moment.

“We should do that more often.” you say, Jax smirking before he places his lips to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as he hugs you.

“Sorry it took me so long.”

A/N - Wasn’t sure how I wanted to go about this but I’m pretty happy with how it came out!!! Thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated ❤

horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜