maybe i will just write myself a one shot

this is kinda crappy bc I wrote it at 5 am but enjoy!

It all started one cloudy afternoon in the shared 8th year common room. Harry was sitting on the couch facing the fire, Ron beside him, and Hermione on the floor. All working on a massive seventeen inch potions essay that had been assigned to them.

An faint banging noise was heard. The trio looked up and saw an owl outside the window closest to them, scroll tied around its leg.

“Well, there’s no use for all of us to get up.” Ron stated, looking from Hermione to Harry. The boys seemed to have entered some sort of staring contest, neither of them wanting to go open up the window.

“Oh, for goodness sake.” Hermione muttered under her breath before getting up and letting the owl swoop into the room. It landed on Harry’s knee. His face scrunched up in confusion. But I never get mail. Harry took the scroll off of the owls leg and it flew back out the open window, which Hermione then closed and sat back down again.

He shot looks at Hermione and Ron, who looked just as confused as he did, as he unrolled the parchment and read the letter written in neat handwriting.

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anonymous asked:

hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw

(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc.  In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.

Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way! 

End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)

 Is your mom finally asleep?

I think so yeah. Why?

I’m coming up ;)

Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed, abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest, but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove him crazy.

Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories, the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.

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Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

Originally posted by alphabetbet

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Awkward Attraction (Part 3)

Pairing: Roan / Reader

Warnings: Sick, Fluff, Angsty (slightly maybe), swearing (Minimal promise) 

AN: They’re getting closer guys!!! They’re totally getting closer. Anyway since i’ve been sick myself the past week this was definitely how i would have gotten better alot quicker. 
I’m enjoying these little one shots, and will be continuing to post them as a bit of light relief between trying to write ‘Thief’ ‘Surivial’ and also getting out a final chapter of ‘My Saviour’ 

Part 1 for Awkward Attraction 
Part 2 for Awkward Attraction  

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So maybe the stunt with the plates and attacking the cook hadn’t been your best idea ever but you were just having so much fun winding up King Roan with all the tiny pranks and trouble you were creating.

Abby had long since given up trying to stop you, probably fed up of the persistent arguments and unchanging outcomes. Meaning you were free to bother the king to your hearts content.

Roan got the most adorably perplexed look on his face every time he saw you now. Just waiting to learn of the newest craziest stunt you had pulled.

Today though there would be no pranks, no stunts or tricks to drive him mad. As it was you could barely manage to keep your eyes open never mind lift your head from the pillow. You weren’t often afflicted with illness, unfortunately though when it hit, it hit you hard. Knocking you flat on your back for days, and not in the enjoyable way.

You hadn’t heard your door open and would have jumped if you’d had the energy when Roan’s face appeared above your own.

“It was too quiet. Now I know why?”

“Why?” you croaked, concern coming to his face at the sound of your voice.

“Because you’re still in bed. Why are you still in bed?”

“I think I might be dying”

Roan reached out and laid a hand on your forehead where your skin felt as hot as a weapon forging furnace even though your skin was tinged with green and you were shivering.

“You aren’t dying”

“How can you know that?” you demanded as he got up to go over to the water bowl in your room wetting a cloth. “Since when did you become a doctor?”

“You have flu Y/N not some deadly disease that’s about to finish you off” he snorted “mores the pity” Roan carefully put the cloth on your head as you scowled at him. Trying to cool down your skin.

“It feels fairly like I’m going to die”

“Would you like me to fetch Abby?” he trailed the cloth down to your neck and upper chest but wouldn’t go any further. “I’m sure she can confirm my untrained diagnosis”

“No” you grumped, upset but not willing to admit it that he had stopped moving that cloth any further down your burning up body. “She’ll just want to prod and poke at me” anyhow you knew Roan was right and you did just have the flu. You just liked complaining. “Could you please pass me that water glass?”

Roan smirked “Look at that she knows how to say please”

You felt like growling at him and his sudden nailing of sarcasm. He did however reach over and get the glass of water from the table by the bed. Slipping his hand under your head to lift you up slightly so you could take a sip of water.

The water soothed your raw throat but your head appreciated being put back down on the pillow.

“Are you really ok?” he asked you, concern tinging his voice.

You’d closed your eyes when he’d laid your head back down but managed to open them once more, focusing on Roan’s face. “You mean apart from the mammoth headache, razor blades in my throat and general nausea? Sure I’m doing just great”

“Good to know flu doesn’t affect your sarcasm”

“Roan please I’m too tired to do this right now”

His eyes flew open in shock “Roan?”

Shit. You’d used his name. Too tired to focus on what you were actually saying. You were also too sick to really care though, you’d think of something dreadful to do to him when you were well again.

“Sure, Roan”

He actually smiled, properly smiled as he reached out and gently pushed tendrils of hair out of your sweaty face. If you’d been well you’d probably be concern about how your stomach flopped around at the touch of his fingers to your face. As it was you had the wonderful excuse of flu to hang those fluttering’s on.

“Just sleep Y/N”

“I don’t take orders from you Roan”

Laughing he got up heading for the doors to your room once more. “Whatever you say Y/N. Just stay in bed”

You really would have tried to do the opposite of what he’d told you if you had any energy whatsoever. You hated thinking that he had gotten the last word in your seemingly never ending game of wits. However, as it was you were barely managing to win against sleep as it was. You definitely weren’t getting out of this bed anytime soon.

So surrendering with what little grace you had left you closed your eyes letting sleep take you under.

When In Rome

Pairing: Rob x Reader
Words:  862
Requested by @journeyrose:  Hello !! Can I request a Richard Speight Jr or Rob Benedict where he proposes to the reader while in JIB in Rome ?       

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site.

          “Man, you’re pretty,” Rob said as soon as your eyes opened.

           You looked over at him, “Are you watching me sleep?”

           “Maybe,” he shrugged, “You’re seriously beautiful. I just can’t help myself. I like looking at you.”

           “Such a creeper,” you teased, raising up on your elbow, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you said.

           “I’m lucky I have you,” he said.

           You smiled and kissed him, “I do love you, Rob Benedict.”

           He grinned, “I love you too,” he kissed you again, “I can’t wait to see everyone today. You ready for the fun?”

           You nodded, “Always. I love being on a panel with you.”

           “You like teasing me in front of everyone,” he countered.

           “That is also fun,” you said.

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Oh, don’t mind me, I am just floating on a fluffy fluff cloud of pure fluff reading fluffy one shots written by the lovely and might I say quite fluffy @spaceman-earthgirl 

I casually started with this one called “As Luck Would Have It”  and found myself falling down a slippery slope of sweetness and fluffdom!

Then I was like, 

“Oh, let’s see this one.” And noticed myself slipping even more.

Then I said, “Ok, just this one last one and then I am gonna go finish editing some stuff for Chapter 21 of PI”

Completely ignoring writing my own fic, I drown myself in a Soulmate AU oneshot of hers.

And now I’ve got tabs opened for thisthisthis, this, and this.

Soooooooo…..Yeah. Don’t expect myself to be doing any writing tonight. Chapter 21 is not coming any time soon. Not my fault. I have no control over this. It’s just the laws of nature. This person’s fluff is just too addictive.

Where the Tides Turn (Suho One Shot)

Originally posted by daenso

Characters: Suho. Reader.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Romance.

Summary: There are worse things to be than in love, but he’s your best friend and the lines are hard to draw between rebound and recognition.


The knock is heavy on my door and even before opening it, I know its him. The sky thunders and he stands in my doorway; drenched, defeated.

“Oh Suho,” I breathe, my entire body aching with pity. I motion him inside my apartment, uncaring of all the rain he trudges in.

“Wait here.” I tell him. He’s obedient and I leave him on the couch as I forage for clean towels. I set the kettle on the stove and come back to him, ready to pick up the pieces.

“She was cheating on me.” He says. His voice is distant and I reach out, taking his hand in mine. Other people live behind borders. They interact like there’s glass between them but him and I have seen far too much together to believe in partitions. We are a binary system, existing around the other, close enough to ensure survival.

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when i finally pull myself together and finish my fic, i have so many things i wanna write !

  • the infamous “outed after the prank” AU which title’s only is already so angsty i wanna cry
  • a more light hearted but still angsty because im me AU where sirius is in a baking competition and remus is part of the jury
  • an angsty one shot about seventh year for remus
  • a… happy ending angst character development fic i guess ? which is a surprise.
  • maybe some fluffy linny in the middle of all that. maybe.

i just need to get my shit together and WRITE lol

Come. Here. - A Jared Leto Imagine

Imagine:  Jared pretending to be a beast in bed, growling and purring in your ear as he sinks into you.

This imagine all started with @theartofimagining13 making a post and the lovely ladies @auntiemama1 @jaredletofuckmelikethedevil @missmaryallison @nikkitasevoli @fyeahproudglambert and myself running with it, letting our imaginations get out of hand and me deciding to write a one-shot.  I feel like there are others involved and if I haven’t tagged you, fret not, this is for you, as well.  

I intended for this to be brief and, of course, nothing is ever brief when it comes to my smut-filled mind.  I’m sure those of you that follow my Joker story know that and have just grown to expect it and maybe even love it. 

So here you have my first imagine that turned into a beast of a wildfire.  I’m sorry for what follows. I could have taken the simple imagine and just made it exactly as its written, but then it turned into this.  I couldn’t stop myself.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Some other stuff that I don’t want to talk about before the cut so it doesn’t ruin it ,so proceed if you dare.

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Storms - ShikaTema

Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned belong to me.

Okay so I couldn’t sleep last night and I heard a lot of rain against my window, and it inspired me to do this.

Subject: Temari is scared of thunder at night so Shikamaru comforts her (feat. Shikadai)

It was so much fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Thunder had always struck fear in Temari, sending jolts of terror as if she’d been hit by the lightning that often came with it. During the day, whilst she could see the sinister clouds loom over with their dark colours and distant rumbles, she managed to hide her fear from those around her.

However, as darkness fell and the world went to sleep, the ongoing growling of the heavens kept her up and uneasy. Her heart would beat fast against her chest and her eyes would remain open as much as she’d try to sleep - even though she was dog-tired, her mind was wide awake.

She guessed that this unwanted fear stemmed from living in Suna for her childhood, and the sound of thunder signifying a storm was on it’s way. From her home town that would often mean a sandstorm was fast approaching, and sandstorms were nothing but trouble.

Even in the village, away from the endless desert plains, the storm would engulf the houses and choke their inhabitants, and it scared Temari senseless.

As a child, every time a sandstorm blew in, Temari would hide in her bed, her duvet blocking out the sand and the sound, but only just. Her younger brother Kankuro would always stand beside her and shush her, tell her it was fine and that she didn’t need to hide, but she never stopped.

Now, although she was almost twenty-three, the sound still caused her to cover her head with the duvet and dig her nails deep into the pneumatic pillow beneath her head.

She whined, listening to the rain hit her bedroom window hard. “Shut up, please. I just want to sleep,” she whispered.

From behind her she felt her husband’s arms engulf her, gently pulling her closer and burying his face sweetly in her blonde hair. His hot breath and warm bare chest pushed against her back, the heat of his body slowly passing onto her.


“Yeah?” he replied, his voice raspy but awake.

“When do you think this’ll be over?”

Shikamaru didn’t like the pained edge to his wife’s voice. He hated whenever she was in pain or distressed in any way, especially since she’d fallen pregnant. Without even meaning to, he’d grown insanely protective, wanting to accompany her everywhere he could just to make sure she was alright.

This had only started to happen once she’d reached five months and started to really take on her surname’s speciality as her own. She’d complain about at least three things - and often more - daily, just as he did. But it wasn’t the same.

For him, it was a bad habit, but for her it was serious. Shikamaru knew Temari well, well enough to know that she’d only whine about something if it really bothered her.

Something within him had clocked that he needed to stop these things if he could; eradicate all the things that hurt or scared her in the world to the best of his ability.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, kissing her jaw. “Soon, I imagine…”

Temari let out a giant sigh and moved her hand to rest on top of his as it held the growing bump on her stomach. Her body melted back into his, feeling his thumb caress her skin gently. “I hate being so scared of it,” she complained, “but it just sets me off - I can’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I know,” sighed Shikamaru, placing another kiss on her jaw. “You never used to be able relax, but I’ve managed to get that to happen, haven’t I?”

She groaned. “Relaxing and sleeping are different things, and frankly I prefer the latter…”

Shikamaru let out a chuckle and pulled himself closer to his wife, pressing his body against hers.

“You know, storms used to scare me, too,” he whispered into her ear.

“They did?”

“Yeah, but then I realised something - just after I first asked you out actually. I realised there’d no point in worrying about stuff that’s out of my control.”

Temari turned her head to look at her husband. “I know that already - you say it all the time.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do, because it’s too. Storms might be a pain, and it might mean it’s hard to sleep for a night, but nothing’s going to hurt us while we’re in here.” Shikamaru looked straight down into the deep teal of her eyes through the darkness and smiled. “I’m here, I’m holding you. You and the baby are always safe with me. Oh, but make sure to cover your head with the duvet - it makes soo much difference.”

With a mischievous grin, Temari leant up and kissed him full on the lips, her eyes closed and her body fully relaxed again. “Don’t take the piss,” she giggled. “I love you, though.”

“I should hope you do,” he chuckled. “But I love you, too, Tem…both of you.”

Tightening his tender grip around Temari’s body, Shikamaru listened to her soft sigh of content. He felt relief soar through his body, and a feeling of pride go with it.

He couldn’t stop a storm, but he could at least try and make her feel safe. And, much to his pleasure, he’d done that tonight.


The violent storm outside growled ever louder as the strong, heavy rain pummelled down against the windows. Echoing through the house was the whisper of wind channeling through pipes and every crack it met. Shivers of damp and cold crept in through every gap in a doorframe, and crawled into each corner of any room it came across. It was the kind of weather one ought to despise, and it was safe to say the Hidden Leaf hadn’t heard a storm this awful in a long time, but - for once - Shikamaru Nara wasn’t complaining.

Although the rattling effects of the wind kept him awake throughout the night, the sound of rain always lulled him into the calmest of moods. He lay back in his bed, his hands behind his head, and stared with eyes full of sleep at the never-changing ceiling above him. There, in the most comfortable of positions, he felt himself drift into the most blissful state he could feel.

The constant tapping didn’t cease, as if some insomniac were at his window with a jet wash hose and an unlimited water supply, but Shikamaru wouldn’t have asked for any different. He loved the sound, and hearing it drum against the roof as well. It was serene to him; strong and sweet and endlessly brilliant, filling his head with the memories of times passed.

Against his neck he felt tiny soft breaths, warm and short - but would you expect any less from an infant? Shikadai snuggled into his father’s body, his face nestling happily into the crook of his neck. Thankful for his mother and father, the little boy was a very heavy sleeper, and it took a real shake to wake him up.

“How he can do that, I don’t know…” whispered his mother as she swirled the wispy black hair gently around her baby son’s head. “He’s only eleven months old - any normal baby would be up and bawling his eyes out by now from the racket outside…”

Shikamaru turned his head slightly, just enough to lock eyes with his wife. She lay next to him on her side, entirely cocooned in the cozy white sheets they’d got from his mother as a wedding gift.

“I’d say he gets it from me but I can’t sleep either,” he mumbled, pecking the top of his sons head gently. “Shit, we’re lucky…”

“Don’t swear in front of him, Shikamaru,” Temari snapped quietly, but the tone of her voice as cutting as if she’d yelled it to the whole village.

“He’s asleep, Tem…”

“I don’t care. It’s a bad habit.”

He stared deeply into the eyes of his wife, which he could only just make out through the cloak of darkness night threw over them. Feeling himself smile at her, he moved his arm to support Shikadai, gently holding his son against his chest. Shikadai’s gentle breaths tickled his skin with the softest touch, causing his father to shiver slightly at the strange sensation.

“Shikadai,” said Shikamaru in a raspy, lethargic tone, “you’re a brilliant little guy, you know that right?”

Temari moved closer to her boys, enveloping her husbands torso with her arm and grazing the top of her son’s head with her lips. “You’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Sleepy and cute.”

“You hear that Shika? Your mummy thinks we’re cute.” He smirked at her and gently caressed his sons back with his thumb. “Not once has she ever told me that…”

“Let’s go with handsome then, Shikadai,” slurred Temari. She was clearly falling into a light sleep as her eyes kept fluttering closed before flying open again with a sudden burst of new-found energy. But it didn’t last long, and she’d moved on masses from not being able to calm whenever the thunder echoed in the background.

Shikamaru chuckled, leaned towards her and placed a soft kiss on her lips, shortly followed by her forehead. “Get some sleep, Tem,” he smiled. “And if by some strange occurrence Shikadai starts to cry, I’ll look after him. You need to sleep.”

Letting her eyes flutter closed fully this time, Temari nestled her head into the pillow, right by Shikamaru’s shoulder. Her hand held his waist tightly, with a soft touch as she caressed the soft fabric of his black shirt. She slowly ceased her actions, letting out heavier and more exasperated breaths.

“See, Shikadai? Your daddy’s an amazing man…” she mumbled into Shikamaru’s arm. “He’s a gentleman and he cares for us both so deeply, even if he can be a total arse.”

“Hey,” groaned Shikamaru, his voice deep and husky, “no swearing in front of him.”

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Well that’s probably the most descriptive and cutest ShikaTema piece I’ve ever written. Personally I love this, it made me so happy to write and omg I just love it.

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as me. Maybe I’ll do some more soon.

(Update: “The Wedding Series (The Big Day - LeeTen)” ought to be up tomorrow, by the way.)

So I’ve got a metric ton of one-shots...

I’m tempted to just post them here with little-to-no context and just see what happens…? Maybe? Most of them are Gravity Falls ones, there’s one or two Rick and Morty ones and a few miscellaneous ones. I’ll probably just dump ‘em here since I’m likely never gonna finish them, if anyone’s interested that is

No Intention *Steve Rogers x Reader*

We Protect Each Other *Steve Rogers x Reader* Part One

Summary: Steve is super in love with you, decides enough is enough. Goes to reader’s place, planning on confession his emotions, only reader is rushing all over the place and just as Steve gets her attention the door knocks; her date has arrived, she asks Steve to lock up for her before leaving with her date.
Warnings: Swearing & Angst
Admins Note: you all requested a part two to “We Protect Each Other” well here it is – Ro

Hunched over the coffee table, elbows resting on his knees, head fallen into his hands as his mind swarmed with possibilities and outcomes. The tiny voice repeating the phrase “man up” it sounded a lot like Tony’s voice, mainly because he is always saying that to him lately, always telling him to grow some and just admit it! 

He felt stuck, like he was in the ice again, unable to move or think; he was just there, sitting alone, wondering if it would be a good idea and now one could help him, how could they help him? He needed to figure this out for himself, this one time he needed Bucky with him more than ever, to place a hand on his shoulder and smile, giving him some advice.

Steve lifted his head, hands running down his face, moving his blonde locks from his forehead and he could feel the frown becoming permeant. He should get up and march over to your place, state he loves you unconditionally and see what happens; only what if he loses the friendship? What if he loses you? That would possibly kill him; he’d die before he loses you.  So many possible outcomes and yet he is suffering over the least likely, you wouldn’t leave him; you’d probably help him through this because that’s the type of person you are. 

Steve stands up and walks around the sofa, stopping he lets out a few heavy breaths before grabbing a jacket, pressing the elevator button down; he had to tell you, you had to know, he couldn’t suffer from this anymore.

Steve stands outside your apartment door, pacing back and forth, always going to knock but pulling away before he does. He’s walked up and down those flights of stairs around ten times, always going to leave but never making it all the way to the door, he’s Captain America, why is he so stressed and anxious over this? It’s just you, perfect you, brilliant and witty you. Who was he kidding? 

He couldn’t do this; a lifetime of being your friend is enough, right? Of course, it is. Although there aren’t many times Steve Rogers can just say ‘Fuck it’, now seems like a totally appropriate time for him to use it.

“Fuck it” he mutters under his breath before knocking twice, he hears you running around and bumping into things, the door swings open and you frown up at him for a moment “hey, (Y/N)” Steve smiles and you nod, stepping aside to let him in. You were wearing a blue sundress, no shoes and hair done nicely, half way through your makeup… clearly you were heading out, so he should make this quick, like taking off a band-aid. 

He stands mentally preparing himself for a few seconds, he looks to see you running around, placing things into a white purse and mumbling to yourself. He frowned lightly at your erratic behaviour, he coughs and you briefly look at him, smiling quickly before running back into your room.

“Um, I have something I want to say” he calls and you tell him to go ahead “well, you know last week when I was over and we had pizza, watched some old movies, laughing and drank beer” he began, that was the day he knew he truly loved you, deeply and unconditionally loved you, with his soul and heart.

 You peaked around the corner and nodded, a bright grin on your face, recalling a joke you made and he chuckled lightly again “well, I guess over those hours and up till now I have –“ the door knocked, you whispered for Steve to answer for you, he frowned but nodded. 

Walking to the door tentatively, opening the door and frowning at the person before him, a young man with a bouquet of roses in his hands; both men frowned at one another, not really understanding what the other was doing there.

“Hey, Drew” you called and walked around Steve, this Drew handed you the flowers “they are beautiful, come in, this is Steve my friend” you gestured and walked to the kitchen where you found a vase and filled it with water. 

“Steve that’s Drew from Stark Industries, Pepper introduced us to one another, he’s taking me to dinner and a movie” you grinned, Steve choked lightly as he shook Drew’s hand, squeezing a little too tight but let go “oh right, what did you need?” you asked, not ever getting the reason for Steve’s untimely arrival, he looked a little shocked and pale.

“Um, I lost something here” he muttered and you nodded, not recalling seeing anything of Steve’s when cleaning “you two crazy kids go on, I’ll leave the key where it always goes” he smiled sweetly, you chuckled and nodded, handing him your front door key before leaving with Drew. Steve stood in the silence for a good thirty seconds “and you just left with it” he muttered sitting on your sofa, head back into hands, elbows resting on his knees.

A deep ache settled across his chest, it felt heavy and sickly, like someone was pushing down on the middle of his chest and his throat was closing up; his hands were shaking, making his vision blurry as he stared at your pale wooden flooring. 

A small patter caught his attention, he was crying, actually crying. He wiped his eyes and had his hands over his mouth, to control the sobbing sounds, everything felt wrong and he felt used in some ways. He felt so used like this was the final straw for him, he’s tried carrying on in a time he shouldn’t have been a part of but this was too much. It was like it was impossible for Steven Grant Rogers to be happy when all he has done is good, what more must he do?

His phone chimed, he pulled it from his pocket, reading over the text you had sent to him.

Did you find what you lost? – (Y/N) <3

No, it doesn’t matter now. Have fun on your date – Stevie

:( Shame, it may turn up soon, hopefully. Thanks, I’ll tell you all about when I am home x – (Y/N) <3

You wouldn’t have to look far, you took Steve’s heart with you, he didn’t really want it back either; it was yours and would always be yours. The worst part is he wasn’t even mad at you, he wanted to be, he wanted to be so mad at you but that wasn’t possible for him. 

You had no way of knowing, even if you did it wouldn’t be any different, he had heard what you said to Clint and Natasha. He just figured maybe, just maybe, if you knew something would click in your heart. And you’d give up your heart to Steve, something he had done unwillingly for you, you took his with no intention of giving it back or giving up your own.

(Ayyy, hope you enjoyed this. It took a whole for me to get this right, anyway, enjoy it as much I did writing it. You can request; imagines and one shots by myself and Angie. Sorry for the heartache, you ALL expected a happy ending, I may do a part 3 but who knows lol - Rosalee)

Unexpected Serendipity

A one-shot, as promised!! I actually went through with this guys, I’m so proud of myself.

Prompt: Carl and reader where the reader and him have been dating for years and she spends the day watching Judith and Carl just watched with a smile? Maybe smut in the end?

Requested By: Anon (Sorry fam but I can’t write smut for the life of me. Hopefully this works for ya.)

Characters: Carl Grimes x Reader

Hush little baby don’t you cry~”

You swing gently around the room, hips swaying to the hum of the song.

Y/N’s gonna sing you a lullaby~”

The baby in your arms giggles sweetly, her golden curls bouncing in the slow breeze.

And if Y/N doesn’t know the rest of these words~”

The little hands move up to your face, a small attempt to grab the lock of hair. You just laugh and put a finger in the tiny hand as you finish the verse.

Y/N will keep singing because you like my voice.”

The swaying, combined with the hums to the old tune, easily brought Judith to sleep. You, once you were sure the baby wasn’t going to wake up, set her back in her crib. You pulled the baby blanket over, making sure Judith would be okay for the nap.

“You’re really good with her.” A sound came from behind you, and you jumped at the sudden voice.

“Jesus, Carl! You scared the shit outta me.” You exclaim. He just laughs at your half-made frustration with him.

“Sorry.” He sticks his tongue out playfully, and you roll your eyes at him.

He walks to the crib, looking to his little sister. His hand goes down to rest beside her, and his fingers gently caress the edge of her face.

“I wasn’t lying; you’re really good with her. Sometimes it even takes dad a while to let her sleep.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I try. I love the little peanut.”

“And she loves you.”

You bump your hip lightly against his, trying to bring the playful feeling back to the room. “And she loves you too.”

“Hmmm.” He adds, absentmindedly.

“C’mon, let’s let her sleep.” Your hand grabs his and you tug him out of the room. He squeezes yours in response, not wanting to let go. So you don’t. Instead, you tug him into his room.

He flops on the bed first, breaking the hand-holding between you two. You lazily push the door shut and follow suit beside him, curling up againt his side. An arm goes around you, pulling you closer to him. You sigh happily, snuggling up as close as possible (though the two of you were already pressed against each other,) and resting your head on his chest.  

Carl speaks first. “Today was a good day.”

You close your eyes as you respond. ‘Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He responds. You listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat as he continues. “I did well with PT today. Only hit myself in the face once with the ball.”

The comment earns a laugh from you, and your hand lazily wrap your arm around his chest. “Good. Better than yesterday.”

You feel him chuckle. “Definitely. From three to one is a good day, right?”

“Mmhmm. And how was the walk around town?”

“Good. I helped Maggie plant some seeds.”

“Yay, veggies.” You throw a hand up in the air in fake-celebration.

“Hm, you seem about as ready for a nap as Judith.” Carl notes. His other hand slowly moves up the arm splayed across his chest, rubbing small circles into it.

“I’m always ready for sleep, you should know this by now.”

“Okay then. I was thinking we could make out, buuut if you want to sleep instead-”

“Wait, woah.” You say, playfully perking up. “I may have some energy left.”

“Only may? Still too risky. Go nap.”

“Okay, I have more energy. See? Awake.”

“Fine.” Carl laughs lightly, and he presses his lips strongly to yours.

It was moments like these that you lived for. The unexpected serendipity in between the bad. And as you tug on his hair with your hands, closer and closer to your face, (as if he could be any closer,) you realize, you could definitely get used to this.

I have this headcanon where Solas keeps a journal full of random field notes, daily thoughts, etc., but everything is written in Ancient Elvish. My Lavellan, who drank from the Well of Sorrows, finds it amongst Solas’ things in the sanctuary after he leaves. She turns to a random page:

Days such as these are arduous. She looks at me, violet eyesagainst a sea of white, and smiles. “Ma’arlath,” she says. “Ar lath ma, vhenan,”I reply, and I mean it. In that moment I wonder – would it truly be so horrible to tell her? Would she not accept me as I am? Perhaps. But I am undeserving of such kindness. I treat myself to these idle fancies – no, there is more to this than just that. She is more me than just that. And yet, I cannot bring myself to speak the truth. How many times have I sat beside her and felt the truth clawing its way up my throat? I want to let it out; it wants to be let out, but I cannot. After so many years of mistakes, I cannot afford another. Ma serannas, vhenan. You deserve better.

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Steve, Bucky

Summary: Bucky is an actor who’s just starting out. Steve is a makeup artist. They meet when they work on the same production and Bucky’s role requires him to have his body painted. Surely it’s hard to not become close if you have to stand half naked while someone paints on you everyday.

A/N: Based on this.

I don’t know if I want to make this a series, or just keep it as a one shot. On one hand, making it a series would give me the opportunity to explore this ‘verse more and develop Bucky’s and Steve’s characters, but on the other hand we all know that I can rarely keep a series good because I get bored easily. What do you guys think? Maybe I can add chapters when I feel like writing them, instead of forcing myself to write them? Any thoughts?

Edit: ^ Lol

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4[Part 5[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 9.5] [Part 10] [Christmas Special

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Bucky knew that being an actor was hard, but being an actor at a small theater was even worse. It was almost always crowded, people were either too relaxed or too tense, they couldn’t always afford all the props they needed, and to top it all off, because they were all just starting out they had to spend more time trying to make everything perfect just in case someone big came to watch them.

It was all very stressful, and Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Twenty-Four: An Ed Sheeran Birthday One Shot

It’s that time of year, babes, where I post yet another birthday one shot. It feels like i haven’t been a fan of Ed Sheeran for that long, and I’m actually quite surprised that it’s been 2 years since the infamous"Twenty-Two" was posted. 

Regardless, i still love Ed just the same, and I still have the same debauched attitude of writing about him. As usual, a mature part works its way into the end, so you’re welcome.

IF you’re new to the party, and this is your first birthday one shot you’re reading, I suggest you go and read Twenty-Two, and Twenty-Three. “Twenty Two” is the fanfic that Ed read on the New Zealand radio show that one time. (you can find them both in the one shot master list!)

If there is one hope i have for this, it’s that it makes its way back to Ed, only this time, as fuel to the fire. I turn 24 in 3 days, Ed Sheeran, and I do way more than just write about your dick. 

So go forth, lovely followers, spread the word of this writing blog, through whatever social networks you have, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll stop by again and read some of my favorite one shots!


Twenty-Four: An Ed Sheeran Birthday One Shot (MATURE)

Even if Ed is only 24, it feels as though we’ve exhausted all of our options when it comes to celebrating his birthday. I, in part, blame myself, for the extravagant way we celebrated his birthday at 22; a party full of 22 things that Ed Sheeran loved more than life itself.  At 23, I put together an entire wall full of 365 photos of Ed to combine to form one giant picture of Ed, and we celebrated his birthday by staying in and eating breakfast at midnight. And now, it’s 24, and it feels like if we go out and party, it won’t be as fun as it was when he was 22, and if we stay in, it’ll be the same as 23.

But I’m determined to prove myself wrong. We meet halfway, half of a day out, half of a night in. I don’t know when adult life is supposed to start. I don’t know when it’s supposed to stop being fun, when we’re supposed to stop drinking and partying and start caring about work and maybe starting a family. At 24, it feels like it’s not even close to being over, that we’re going to have this forever. I see the look on Ed’s face, the second he wakes up in the morning on his birthday covered in anticipation of all of the fun shit we’re about to get up to, and I never want that to fade, not for him.

           “Happiest of Birthdays, Ed Sheeran” I climb on top of him while he’s still asleep. He laughs and rubs his eyes with the heel of his palms, waking up.

           “What, no birthday morning blow job?” He asks, scrunching his nose at me, his hands landing on my knees that are on either side of his torso.

           “No appreciation for the finer things in life” I shake my head at him, shrugging, “What am I going to do with you?”

           “Nothing finer than you, on your knees, putting that pretty mouth of yours to work” he so matter-of-factly states, a grin spreading across his face.

           “It’s good to know that 24 hasn’t turned you polite” I playfully pat his chest before climbing off of him, “or even, you know, subtle”

           I get to the doorway before turning around to look at him, now sat up in bed, arms folded across his chest, waiting for his itinerary. He narrows his eyes at me, waiting for some kind of surprise, or whatever else I’ve got up my sleeve.

           “Get up, Ed” I tell him, “and shower. We’ve got big plans, today.”

           “Are you at least going to join me?” he calls out after me, “It’s my birthday, you can’t say no”

           He climbs out of bed and I can hear him running after me as I walk away. It only takes him a few seconds to catch up to me, and his arms wrap themselves around my waist, stopping me in my tracks. He tightens his grip and buries his head in the crook of my neck.

           “Playing the birthday card” he mumbles. He’s strong enough to take me with him, regardless of how big of a fight I put up.

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A time in the library... (M)

Smutty shoulder rubs from Oh Sehun <3

I don’t what’s with me and writing these shoulder scenarios set in libraries, but I keep doing it for this boy….(/∇\*)。o○♡

There’s a bit of a detour in trying to finish this piece, but –

Here it is anyways, enjoy~~~~~~
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You are too important to me.

Word Count: 807

Warning(s): Steve Rogers and his gorgeous eyes????

Writer: Tiffany

Request:  kristen22walker can I have a one-shot with Steve Rogers please? maybe like the reader gets injured in a mission? idk. you can add whatever you want to it.😂 thank you so much!💗

A/N: Holy fucking shit, I’m back to writing. I’ve rewritten this a dozen times already, and I’m still not satisfy with it. I came to the conclusion that I rather just upload it how it is, and not strangle myself. So I just took out a big chunk and made it simple and sweet. Also remember the admin submissions end June 27th here’s the link.

Also I was listening to this song to help get inspiration: Bloom by The Paper Kites

“Promise me, you won’t ever do anything like that again, you are too important to me”, He whispered softly, the only thing you could do was nod your head. This is the moment you knew what heaven felt like. It was the equivalent to being held in his arms.

You weren’t one to be scared easily, being on countless life threatening missions for SHIELD that could strike fear into any rational person never fazed you.  Yet, for some reason the blonde haired, blue eyes man standing at 6”0 foot with the waist ratio of a dorito marching towards you with an expression that could only tell you that you were currently in deep shit with the one and only Captain America, sent an automatic panic alarm to go off in your head. Unfortunately, you were currently unable to move from the uncomfortable hospital bed as the captain took long strides towards you.

“What were you thinking?”, his voice was strained, as if he was trying his hardest to hold in any anger that was building up in his overly perfect body. You tugged at the blankets fiddling with them, as you tried to avoid his burning eyes. Feeling as if the temperature has just raised from 70 degrees to 100 the moment he stepped into the room. You tried your hardest not to focus on the fact that he was still in his Captain America getup that defined every single one of his muscles.

“I was. I was thinking.” The words wouldn’t process correctly as you felt a familiar sting in your eyes indicating that you were about to cry at any given moment, “I was thinking that, I rather be the one who took the hit then have it be you, Captain”.

The bed bent down a bit, as Steve sat down night next you knees. Slowly his hands clasped down onto yours, bringing you attention his him. This man could be the death of you, not the bullet that was just recently taken out from your side. His hands made yours seem like tiny little baby doll hands, for how large his were. They felt nice though, against your burning skin. The coolness of his body calmed your nerves and almost made you sigh with content.

“[Y/N], I know you feel like you need to protect everyone, as much as I appreciate you taking a bullet for me, you still need to worry about yourself.”, His eyes are so blue, you’ve never notice that before how there was just tiny specks of green near his iris making them more enchanting than ever. You would easily stare at his eyes for a lifetime, something about them was so captivating. Trying to smile, you pulled one of your hands away from his so you could wipe a tear off your face.

“I’m not like the rest of you though, Steve. I’m not just billionaire genius, assassin, a scientist, or even a super solider.  I’m just me. I can’t do much for the team, so when I see someone on the team about to get hurt.”, you paused for a bit as you tried to find the best words for what you were trying to say, “I rather my life be on the line than any of yours.

Him staring at you made you feel completely naked. No, that’s not the write word. It made you feel beyond vulnerable. His piercing eyes analyzed you as if he was taking in every single imperfection on your skin, every single laugh line that surrounded your eyes, how deep each breath you took in as your cheeks blushed a vibrate red. Slowly Steve raised his hand and stroked his thumb against your cheek wiping another tear that managed to escape.

“You are apart of this team, in more ways than one. If something drastic ever happens to you that would cause you to no longer be an Avengers.” He took in a deep breath, “I don’t know what I would do.”

Your chest hurt, knowing that he cared enough to visit you was enough to make your heart beat faster. Never have you made yourself well known  in the group of Avengers, always staying in the background and doing what you were told so you were to never caused any trouble. So, having Steve telling you that you were an important factor and that he cared for you made a waterfall of tears appear. Without hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. Taking in his sweet aroma that reminded you of freshly cut grass and the sea, making you calmer than ever and developing the need to inhale his scent. Feeling his arms wrap tight against your body pulling you closer to him, you placed your head into the crook of your neck.

“Promise me, you won’t ever do anything like that again, you are too important to me”, He whispered softly, the only thing you could do was nod your head. This is the moment you knew what heaven felt like. It was the equivalent to being held in his arms.

This is what the note I gave him said:

*his name*,

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way every day.”

- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind    

I’ve been trying to find the right time to say this for weeks, but I soon realized there isn’t a “right time”. No matter when, where, or how I tell you this, it’ll still be nerve wracking. As I write this, I can’t help but bite my nails with anxiety, because depending on how this goes, it’s me giving away the last ounce of dignity I had.   

 I like you, and I’d like for you to keep in touch. Whether it’s updating me on your music library, or a vacation you happen to go on, just keep in touch. As much as I can’t wait to leave *insert city here* (you, of all people, know this), I don’t want to leave you behind with it. 

 Let me know what you’re thinking.


*my name* 

*my number*

*my personal email*


If you give me a kiss // malia

Request: yes
Requested by : @unknownbandbaby
Request: can you please do a malia one where she comes over to study and finds you sad/crying please and can you make it very fluffy thankkk youuu ((:
A/N: I put this imagine as girlxgirl


|Malia’s point of view|

I was walking the street to y/n’s house. I kept smiling to myself. I love her so much. She’s going to help me study, like always. She’s there to help, but she doesn’t seem happy.

Maybe if I talk to her. She’ll tell me what’s wrong.when I got to her house. I got the spare key under the carpet. Then I walked and I hear crying. I ran up stairs to her room. I saw her on her bed curled up. I layed down next to her.

“are you ok ” I asked worryingly.

“I don’t know, honestly” y/n said with tears running down her face.

“You can talk to me about anything. That’s why I’m here. I love you, and I don’t like seeing you cry.” I said while I grabbed her hand.

“I can’t handle this anymore” she said softly.

“No, please don’t say that” I said think she was going to break up with me.

“Malia, I hate that i have to sit home worrying that you might not come back. I can’t loose you. I’m tired of loosing people.” She said lowly with tears.

“I’ll make you a promise. I will come back everyday with a few scratches,but not dead. If you give me a kiss.” I said smiling.

She smiled at me, then leaning in kissing me with passion. I caught myself smiling. I knew we had a test to study for but that could wait. We both layed back cuddled together. I will keep that promise forever.


A/N : I know it’s short. I cried so much while writing this Idk why? I just stared crying. Tonight’s episode, holy shit, i knew it, mason is the beast. Anyway, hope you enjoy tonight imagine. Maybe two tomorrow.