my dad is gonna be so mad when i scream and cry

Things I Do At Concert Pits:

• Talk to literally everyone. Like if you’re next to me we will become besties. sorry
• Point out cool cosplays and people with awesome outfits
• Scream. Not sing the lyrics loudly. I will scream when the singer seems. Dude trust me it’s hella relaxing you let out all your stress there and leave it behind.
• Dance badly


• Kinda sit down before the band plays because honey my back fucking hurts
• Shout out “You saved my life” to the people on stage. Don’t you dare get mad at me for doing it because I’m a broke bitch and will never be able to meet them one on one
• When the concert ends imma hug you randomly. idgaf if you’ve never met me before we’re huggin. c’mere :)


• If you elbow me and you don’t say sorry and you clearly hear me you’re gonna catch these hands
• Steal my spot and I will fucking cut you
• I pull off my long sleeved shirts so I’m not hiding my cuts. This is the only place I feel accepted for all of me so YOU’RE GONNA SEE EM ACCIDENTALLY
• If I end up next to someone who only knows one or two popular songs on the radio I will be mad. sorry. oh wait. im not sorry. u bitch.
• If you just stand and record the whole thing without even smiling at your chance at seeing the people on stage I WILL JUDGE YOU.


• Shout genuine compliments to the band members like “I love you” “You’re amazing” “Your beanie looks nice”
• If you lie about your dad being in the front to be closer imma punch u


The Runaway Ballerina

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, some Cas 

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Reader has been hexed by witch that turned her into a toddler, and a jealous Dean becomes very annoyed. 

A/N: I hit 100 followers, so in honor of that I’ll be posting some imagines so if you guys have any request send them down and I’ll try my best.

Part 2

Originally posted by helvonasche

Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.

“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.

“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.

“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”

“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”

“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”

“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.

“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”

“Let’s play the license plate game.”

“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.

“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”

“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.

An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.

“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”

Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!”  Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.

“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.

“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”

“She ate my stuff!”

“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”

“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.

“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn  how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.

“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.

“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”

“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.

“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”

“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”

A/N: Would you guys like a Part 2?

I’m gonna tell y'all the story of when I got my first period
So I was about 11, freshly in the 6th grade, and I woke up because I felt a wet spot on my bed. So I sort of just got up and blindly went to the bathroom thinking idk that I peed myself or something
So I’m just going my thing and I looked down to see that my underwear is completely covered in blood and I did what any sane 11 year old would do
I screamed as if I was being stabbed
I literally thought I was dying
And I went to catholic school from the tender age of 4-18 so our sex education was non existent, I honestly can’t tell you if we were even taught what a period was
So I just thought I was dying
So I’m screaming and crying and my mom runs out of her bedroom and into the bathroom with a look of terror on her face asking “what’s wrong????!”
In which I say, totally not dramatically might I add, “IM DYING!”
So she sees the blood and she just goes “oh honey it’s okay! You just got your period!”
Which of course I’m like “WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN??!”
So after that she calls my dad who just left for work to come back and bring me pads and let’s me stay home from school cause I was clearly traumatized and I remember for the longest time not telling people I know that I had my period cause it was meant to be this embarrassing thing, and being a preteen was hard enough and I went to a small school and everyone was actually the devil and just not needing that extra annoyance in my life
And looking back at it now I’m just mad that I had to feel like something my body naturally does is embarrassing when I have no control over it
So now I’m just so vocal about it and I really don’t care if it makes people uncomfortable or not
“Hey how are you?”
“Bleeding from my vagina, how are you?”
Like if someone is telling you not to speak about your period just talk about it louder who gives a fuck
Literally tell them you’ll bleed on their favourite shirt or something cause we all know how hard it is to get period blood stains out
So moral of the story: bleed on people who try and make you feel embarrassed about your period just chuck tampons at them till they shut up


Requested by @http-destiel ; “can you do a nick robinson smut where he comes home from a shoot and the reader is hanging out with a (gay) guy friend but nick doesnt know he’s gay and gets jealous so when the friend leaves nick and the reader have rough jealousy/hate sex and afterwards she tells him the friend is gay? thanks! xx💖”


Originally posted by jurassicparking

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playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 

   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.

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Momma said to call if anything bad happens

A/N: I can’t believe it’s been so long since I updated this. I miss it so much. Catch up on the masterlist!

Before the Series

Dean’s age-17

Sam’s age-13

Reader’s age-3, almost 4

Nearly a year had passed since John had heard from your mom and it has taken a large toll on every one of the Winchesters. Sam was sad, Dean was worried, and John was angry. They were told that you’d be coming back into their lives soon but then your mom went radio silent, no longer calling, sending letters, she didn’t even tell Bobby where you two were or what you were doing.

It was like you just vanished.

John had tried to track you down a few times, however in order to do it properly he would have to investigate the deaths of your mother’s family, which took him away from finding out what killed Mary. He was torn and tried his hardest to do both at the same time, but it proved to be too difficult.

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Infatuation -Part 4


Originally posted by royalkpop

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Author’s Note: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Thank you so much for reading! Also, please look up what a hayride is if you don’t know. It’s a popular attraction during Halloween and it’s usually a tractor drawn hayride and random fake creatures pop out of no where to scare people.

Part 4:

“Y/N, will you calm down? It’s just me. Jaebum.”

“Mmm..Mr. Im?”

You felt your hands clutching his shirt. It was dark, and you could barely see anything. 

“Yes it’s me. Where the hell is Jackson? Why are you so scared right now?”

“Well obviously I got scared because of those fake ghosts and I let go of Jackson’s arm now I can’t freaking find him.”

“Here, take my hand we will go find him”

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anonymous asked:

As someone that's following Another what kind of parents do you think the Furuba characters made? Do you have any headcanons? (particularly for Tohru&Kyo, Yuki&Machi, Shigure&Akito and Hatsuharu&Rin)

Hi!! Thanks for the ask anon! To answer your question: yes! I have many, many headcanons.

General notes:

-All of the sohmas who were once under the curse feared that the curse wasn’t really broken when they first found out they were having children. Everyone of them went through a “I can’t have a child! I could pass on the curse” phase during the pregnancy. Their S.O. had to calm them down.


-Kyo was probably the most terrified of all the zodiac to having a child. He’s still pretty traumatized from the events he experienced as a child and an adolescent, and he was so, so, so scared that he would pass on his curse to his innocent child.

-It even gave him nightmares. He’d wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and Tohru would calm him down

-Tohru was really supportive of him through it all. She knew Hajime was going to be totally fine and even if he somehow did get possessed by the curse she and Kyo would love him no matter what. That child was never ever gonna have the upbringing Kyo had.

-Tohru was unbelievably excited to find out she was pregnant. She cried tears of joy

-She cried again when she found out they were having a boy and said “I hope he’s just like Kyo-Kun!” and the thought of a little Kyo running around the house made her so happy she could burst.

-Kyo was made even more terrified when he found out it was a boy and desperately hoped the child was much more like Tohru in every way

-Kyo was just an anxious mess the entire time

-Kyo was doing everything for Tohru. She couldn’t start a task with Kyo around without him taking it away from her. “Kyo-kun I can do it-” “Sit down! You’re pregnant! What kind of man would I be if I let my pregnant wife do the dishes?!” and then he’d furiously wash the dishes.  

-This drove Tohru crazier than anything because she likes working and being busy. That being said, during the third trimester, she didn’t complain about it much lol

-When Tohru’s water broke they both screamed a lot.  

-When Tohru’s contractions started and she was in pain, Kyo nearly lost his mind

-She was only three weeks premature, but Kyo was convinced their son was going to be possessed

-Kyo was able to drive at this time so he drove her to the hospital

-His heart was beating SO FAST guys

-It was a relatively easy delivery and Kyo’s heart dropped when he saw the baby handed to Tohru

-As soon Kyo realized the baby wasn’t going to transform, he burst into hacking sobs. SOBS!

-He could NOT believe how beautiful his wife and child were. He immediately loved Hajime so, so, so much and promised he would live and die for him.

-Tohru was so delighted that Hajime looked like Kyo, but that still made Kyo feel weird and nervous

-Kyo called Shishou pretty immediately and obviously, he ran straight over since he’s Hajime’s only *real* grandparent. When Kyo showed him Hajime he quietly said “You’re a grandfather” and everyone was crying.  

-Literally, everybody loved Hajime and would die for him

-Kyo and Shishou were SO excited when he was old enough to start martial arts training

-Kyo and Shishou both brag about him being a natural

-Shishou DOTES on him. They love each other sm you guys

-Tohru is literally the perfect mother. She reads to him. Tells him he’s smart and kind and wonderful. He’s so supported and loved.

-They’re both SO proud of him because he’s smart and totally going to do big things

-Tohru cried when he left to go to high school at Kaibara. Kyo really misses him too, but he understood why he wanted to go there

-Hajime cried when he left the house on the car ride to Kinu’s house

-I wrote an entire fic on how Hajime found out about the curse (

-I’m totally gonna write a fic about Tohru’s pregnancy now fuck


-Yuki was super chill about the pregnancy except for when he first found out and when Machi went into labor

-He worried about the curse coming back, but he was much more sensible about it than Kyo

-Yuki treated her like a princess and Machi let him without complaint

-The hired maids did most of the work because they’re both shit at housework anyway

-Yuki was scared to tell Ayame because…Ayame…

-Ayame flipped the fuck out and said it would be the most beautiful child second only to his precious Hibika (Chizuru hadn’t been born yet, so Mutsuki is actually third lol)

-Ayame dotes on his Nephew obvi

-When Machi found out Mutsuki was shiny like his father “…Will this be okay? No…I’m sure it’s better he’s like his father…” but she foresaw many a girl fighting over him and that he would be the cause of much bullying. The real curse of being a Sohma…

-The whole family is a bunch of spaced out idiots who are also geniuses

-Presented with a diaper…Machi/Yuki were a disaster. Tohru came to help often. They still sucked at it. They’d forget baby powder and stuff, and eventually, the nanny just did it. Yuki’s hella rich so they just did that during the diaper years.

-They were really supportive and loving however, but lacked some serious skills lol

-Likewise, Mutsuki is lacking a serious skill in cleaning haha

-The hired help is constantly -_-

-Machi and Yuki completely spoil Mutsuki, but Yuki was determined to teach him kindness

-Yuki would only get actually mad at Mutsuki if he did something unkind. Mutsuki teased a girl in elementary school and after the talking to his father gave him…NEVER AGAIN! Mutsuki’s naturally kind, but he took the lesson with him for life


-Haru was chill, but excited. Rin was a terrified mess

-Rin was Kyo 2.0 basically

-Haru only freaked out when he found out it was twins

-He freaked out for .2 seconds and then was like “neat…”


Haru: “lol probably”


Haru: “Everyone’s parents fuck them up it’s fiiiiiiine”

Rin: “YOU’RE THE WORST” *freaks out more*

-Haru at some point had to get serious about calming her ass down because it was gonna start affecting the pregnancy

-How the naming conversation went:

Rin: What should we name them?

Haru: *literally playing Kingdom Hearts right fucking now* *Stops, then looks her dead in the eye, completely fucking serious* Riku and Sora.

Rin: …

Haru: …

Rin: …I love it.

-Haru loves KH and he said it as a joke, but then actually really liked it. He thought “Land” and “Sky” for twins was great.

-Rin watches Haru play KH and she’s begrudgingly sucked in. She likes Riku because he’s cool like Haru and she likes Sora because he’s kind like Haru. She knew Haru was kidding, but kinda loved it and it stuck.

-Rin is the Strict Mom™ and Haru is Fun Dad™

-They all get along and love each other sm, but Riku is a momma’s boy and Sora is a daddy’s girl. Rin has a soft spot for Riku because he reminds her of Haru and Haru has a soft spot for Sora because she reminds him of Rin (looks wise)

-Haru and Riku can clash because they’re similar in a lot of ways.

-Sora’s just a love bug

-Riku would literally take a bullet for Sora

-Basically Haru and RIn are stupid in love and they have two stupid kids that love them a lot


-He’s literally the best husband/brother/father ever and he loves the women in his life sooooo much he could die

-He cried when he found out his wife was pregnant and just kept crying about it

-He just looks at Mina on the daily and cries about it. He’s a mess.

-He’s a world-renowned violinist and basically, he lives his dream every fucking day because he deserves it and that’s 100% what happened fight me

So, in conclusion, they’re all a bunch of traumatized losers/cinnamon rolls who love their loser children

Family Troubles (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- The reader has family issues just like Jughead. When Jughead finds out he is mad that he didn’t know sooner. (Based when jughead lived in the Drive In.)

Warnings- angst, kissing, crying, alcohol, maybe triggering??

Requested- Yes! by @bvreathe

A/N- My fist real requested imagine! Also, I’m like really busy with school and stuff so ya don’t expect your requested stuff to be on time lol. ALSO my ear hurts rlly bad rn so ya. Anyways… enjoy!

“Leave me alone!” You yelled at your mom as she came closer to you.

“Just give me the money, Y/N!”She screamed back.

You had a little bundle of money in your hands that you had earned from working shifts at Pop’s. It was rightfully yours and your mom was trying to take to buy god knows what. 

“No! It’s mine!” You yelled stuffing it in your pocket.  

Your mother looked at you with cold eyes, like you were the worst person on the entire planet.

She suddenly reached out and tried to take the money from your pocket. 

“Stop!” You screeched and stumbled back.

“Y/N. I swear to God. Give me that money. NOW!” You mom reached for the money again but you leaped back, colliding with the couch and falling into it. 

“Get a job if you want money so bad!” You yelled as you dodged your way out of another one of your mom’s attacks. 

You mother suddenly pinned you down on the couch. You looked into her eyes with fear as she grabbed an empty beer can from the floor and held it over your head as if to hit you with it.

“Give. Me. The. Money.” She said quietly as you quickly grabbed your money out of your pocket and handed to her. 

She let you go and put the money in her pocket. 

“Now get out. You’re such a pain. And take your brother too… I’m sick of his crying.” She said as she plopped on the couch, opening a bottle of hard liquor and turning on the T.V. 

“W-what?” You stuttered, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your mom had never kicked you out before. Where were you going to go?

“Am I speaking Chinese?” she exclaimed, “Get. Out. I’m sick of you right now.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“Where am I gonna go?” You asked quietly. 

You mom looked at you and shrugged, “Don’t know… Maybe you can find your father and tell I’m to get back here already.” 

You gulped and ran for your room. 

You swung open the door and quickly ran to your dresser. You stuffed everything you could into the bag and then went into the bathroom and grabbed your toiletry stuff. 

Once you had finished packing, you went over to the small bed beside yours.    A small boy that had all of your features lay sleeping in it. He was four. You quickly waked him.

“Wake up, John… We gotta go.” You picked him up out of bed and set him on the ground. 

“Wha?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Get some clothes and put them in this bag.” You handed him a bad and he did what you said. 

“Now, Get on your coat. It’s cold.” 

Once he did so you both headed out. The living room was silent except for the T.V., which was playing a cop show. Your mom was asleep on the couch, the liquor bottle still in her hand. You sighed a long and sad sigh.

Your mother was a good person at heart. She really was. But, ever since your dad left, 2 years ago, she had turned completely different. She turned to alcohol to make her feel better. She lost her job. She went spilling downward. And she took me and my brother with her. 

As the hour neared mid-night, it was cold. the wind rustled the tree branches as you walked with your little brother down the streets of Riverdale. You didn’t know where to go. There was nowhere to go. You couldn’t let your friends know about this… They already had their own troubles. 

Maybe we can rent a hotel… you thought. But then you remembered: your mom took your only money. 

“Y/N, I’m tired.” Came a whiney voice from John.

You looked down at the sleepy boy. He sucked his thumb and rubbed his eyes.

You had to find a place for you to stay. 

Then you saw it: The Drive In.

It was dark and no one would be there this late at night.

“Come one, John just a little further.” You said and pulled him along.

You neared The Drive In and quickly helped your brother through a tight entrance in the gate. You did the same. 

You neared the little building where they projected the movies. You would sleep there tonight. 

As you fumbled with the locked door handle you neared a noise from inside.

maybe its just some rats… you thought to yourself. 


A huge crash came from inside.

you gasped. That was not a rat. 

You quickly grabbed John and hid on the other side of the building. 


the door had opened. 

Holding your breathe, you cupped a hand over your brother’s mouth for him to stay quite.

“Hello?” A voice came from around the bend. 

It sounded familiar. Very familiar. 

“Jughead?” You exclaimed and looked around the bend.

“AHHHHH!” A scream escaped the mouth of the tall and thin teenage boy that you looked at. 

His dark hair under a beanie and he wore dark clothes, it was your boyfriend Jughead. 

“Calm down! It’s just me!” You exclaimed, touching his arm. 

“Oh my god! What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jughead asked, looking around.

You shifted uncomfortably. 

But wait. What was he doing here?

“Wait a minute… What are you doing here?” You said pointing at him.

He sighed and took your hand leading you inside. 

“Wait!” you said, “My brother.” 

You grabbed your brothers arm and took him inside with you. 

“Oh my god Jug! I can’t believe that. I’m so sorry.” You said in a whisper as your brother lay sleeping in a sleeping bag. 

You were sitting in the projector room of The Drive In. Jughead had just told you his story, he was homeless and lived here.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault.” He replied.

You looked at your brother and sighed of relief. He was safe and so were you.

“Ok, now to answer my question… What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you.

You look at him seriously. 

“I got kicked out.” You say, a lump in your throat forming.

“What? Why?” He asks. He looked so concerned for you, so caring.

“I got money, for working a few shifts at Pop’s. I was going to use it to buy some good snacks for John and maybe some new school books for myself.” You say, “But my mom took it. She takes all the money I ever get… Birthday money, working money…. I know it sounds stupid but I need that money. She never buys me and John good clothes or good food or hardly anything. I have no money to actually go do fun things. Like get ice cream or go to the movies. All I wanted was to keep some money. But she took it, to buy…Who knows what. She doesn’t always hurt me or John… Only sometimes. When she’s really mad or wasted. Im just glad she kicked us out instead of hurting us again.”

A hot tear runs down your cheek as you finished your last sentence.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks, a bit of anger in his voice.

But you could tell, he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for not knowing sooner.

“Im sorry. It was my own problem and I didn’t want to drag anyone into it.” You say.

“I’m so stupid. I should have known. I should have guessed. I should have looked at signs.” He began to say to himself, angrily. 

“No, Juggie. Don’t bring yourself down for this. It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault I’m in this situation.” You tell him.

“I could have kept you safe, Y/N. And I didn’t.” Jughead stated, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Jug. There is no use fretting about it now. It’s over for now. Don’t beat yourself up for this. It will only make me feel worse.” You whispered and smiled. 

Jughead nodded and then took you in his arms. Wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you in close to his warm body. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. You can stay as long as you need.” He says into your hair. 

He hugged you tightly before letting go and kissing you on the top of the head. 

“Thank you Jughead.”

Jughead Jones | My Little Serpent (part two)

Count of words: 1749

Warnings: none

A/N: I just hope you like it♥ also I from now will be doing 13 reasons why imagines ♥ YAYYYY ♥




part one

Original request :


anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a continuation to My Little Serpent please? Preferably where Fred finds out about the Reader becoming a Serpent and how he responds, also maybe him, Archie and the others finding out about the reader and Jug’s relationship. Sorry if it’s too much!

anonymous asked:

My little serpent part two pleaseeee 😍

musiczeldafreik  asked:

I found your blog and I love everything on it. It’s so amazing!!! Are you planning on doing a part 2 of my little serpent? If so, thatd be amazing!! I hope you have a fantastic day c:

The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he through you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

Warm sunrays hit your face that beautiful morning, removing you from the comfort of your much needed slumber. You were locked within a pair of strong arms that, took you a minute to realise, were Jughead’s. One of them was firmly wrapped around your waist, while the other was placed underneath your head, comforting it as the muscules worked as a pillow. It was a moment to savor but you were cut short when the events of the previous night hit you like a brick wall. You moved a little and stared at the jackets resting next to the double bed. One was huge, enough to cover your body down to the knee, meaning it was Jughead’s. The second was smaller. It was a little bit longer than a normal woman’s lether jacket but it was indeed yours. You started feeling uneasy due to the memories of the things said between you and your brother to the point hot tears begun streaming down your face. You didn’t take notice that Jughead was awake and watching you until he softy kissed your expossed neck and turned you around, pulling you close to his body, hugging you as if you’d be gone.

A knock on the door was what took you out of that beautiful moment the two of you shared. You thought that whoever it was would leave and come another time so you could cuddle some more, but the knocking was prominent, leading you to the conclusion that it was importand. With an annoyed groan your now boyfriend made his was to the small kitchen/ living room, where the door was placed, and opened it not asking who it was. You heard a manly voice but you did not know who it was, until you heard yelling as well. “Let me see her Jug. She’s my sister,” the voice said. “No! She practically cried herself to sleep last night because of you, Arch. Hell, she woke up this morning and the first thing she did was cry,” Jughead argued back to the reportively red headed boy before him. “I am sure of that and that’s why I’m here. I want to apologize,” he pleaded until you walked to the scene, nodding for Jughead to let Archie in. 

After Archies apologizes things seemed to be a little bit calmer. You returned home with him; leaving the jacket at Jughead’s obviously, trying to figure out how to tell your dad that you were one with the so called criminals of the town. You were sure he would not be very happy about it. But you did have to tell him eventually, i wouldn’t be a secret for ever. 

It was a cold night and Jughead had taken you from you house to go on a walk, meaning to walk to the Whyte Wyrm, cause it seemed that that’s were your walked always end up. You were holding hands and talking about everything and anything as you reached your first stop; his trailer. You wanted to take your jacket from there, not only to shield you from the cold wheather, something Jug was doing on the way there, but also because you enjoyed the vibe it gave you. After picking it up you made your way to your actual destination and walked in with no second thoughts. 

You knew almost everyone in the bar and everyone was actually so nice. There were a couple of guys that walked up to you, hugged you, informing you how glad they were you accepted their signature jacket and more. Some even came up to you and refered to you as the “Serpent’s Queen”. You found it funny and stupid as you were no queen, but rather a simple high school student spending too much time in the ‘wrong’ side of town. But they insisted, which was very sweet. Still you couldn’t understand why.

The night unrolled smoothly and it was time for you to go home. Once again Jughead would walk you there. You were actually so caught up in the conversation that you forgot about the jacket, and you walked inside your house with it on. “Dad, I’m home,” you called after seeing your dad by the kitchen island. “Hey, sweety. Would you mi- What are you wearing?” He asked slightly mad. “Well I’m pretty sure I’m wearing what I was before leaving the house earlier,” you replied sarcastically, laughing a bit at your dad’s reaction. Archie was by him watching the scene and trying to inform you that you were still wearing your Serpent jacket. “Shit,” you mumbled under your breath when realising that. “Is that a south side serpent’s jacket that you’re wearing?” Fred said walking closer to you and inspecting the item. “N-no?” You stated, more like questioned. “Y/N, what are you doing with a serpent’s jacket?” Your father asked as he gently pulled you to the kitchen, where your brother was watching the scene unfold. “It’s Jugheads?” You once again guestioned-stated, trying to find a good explanation to feed your dad with. But it didn’t work. “Y/N Y/M/N Andrews, the truth,” your father demanded, aggravated of you lying. “Ok, look,” you sighed. “I’ve spent so much time in the Southside with Jughead that the serpents feel me as one of their own.” “You are not, for God’s sake. Take that jacket of, now.” “Dad no!” you protested. “They care about me. They are family. Did you know they had one of their own to take care of me? Because your dear son and his friends can not understand when things are to dangerous? Huh? Did you? Did you know how your lovely son has been dragging me into every single one of their problems and ‘adventures’, putting my life in danger? “ you yelled at your father, completely livid at what had just happened. “Go to your room, darling. Sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You are seeing red now and you just don’t know what you are talking about,” he requested trying to clean your angry tears. “No. I’ll go to Jughead. You should have a little talk with Arch here. Maybe you’ll actually get informed about how many times this year they’ve put my life in danger. Without telling me, or asking me to help,” you replied and run into your room to call Jughead. “Hey, it’s me. Can I sleep over? Yeah? Great. Pick me up? Thank you. Yes. Just hurry.” After you hung up you started packing a little bag with some essentials. You had no intentions on coming back until Archie admitted to his actions. 

Jughead indeed hurried to pick you up, scared that anything would have happened to you. He was relieved to see you just fine but he was confused when he saw your packed bag pack. “What’s that for?” He questioned when he started the car once again. “I was curious if you minded me staying at yours for a little while,” you confessed. Jughead was shocked but tried to hide it. “Just for a couple of days. Until my brother stops being a prick.” You added and he laughed a bit. “You will always be welcome, baby,” you smiled at the nickname given to you by the raven boy. For a moment nothing mattered. Seeing that you didn’t reply, Jughead turned his head to check on you and you softly smiled up at him. “I love you,” he quietly mumbled, placing his free hand on top of your thigh. “I love you, too,” you said back, taking it into your small arms and fidgeting with his fingers. After that everything was calm. You soon reached your destination and Jughead quickly allowed you to enter the warm and cozy home. Swiftly, he picked you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom, where he allowed you to change after giving you a big sweatshirt of his and a pair of his boxers. He simply removed his clothes, revealing his underwear and then pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Come here,” he ordered after resting his body down on the comfortable mattress. You obligated and moved close to his open arms, where he embraced you in a hug, keeping you there for the rest of the night.

When the morning came around and the warm sun embraced the two of you, Jughead just pulled you closer to his body, lovingly, as if you’d leave if he didn’t, both of you still in deep slumber. A few stray hairs were covering your calm face, your lips slightly parted as your head rested in the crook of his neck. His right arm was firmly wrapped around your waist as his other hand was resting on top of your head, caressing it in his sleep every now and again. It was a moment to savor for anyone watching, but not for long. A loud thud was heard from the kitchen/ living room and footsteps were making their way to the small bedroom. You were still sleeping but Jughead woke up when a deafening gasp came from the surprising visitors. Archie, was one of them, and he quickly let his anger take over him, screaming at his friend. “Not here. She is sleeping. Let’s go outside,” he suggested and got out of the bed, making you wince at the lost of contact. 

“What’s gotten into you? Why were you and my sister like that?” Archie begun and Jughead got ready to reply. “Arch, stop,” Betty burged in. “We both know you were trying to avoid it but it would happen and you knew it,” she reasoned. Jughead seemed lost but quickly caught up with the two. “They are finally dating and you should be happy for your sister.” She said smiling warmly at your boyfriend. “You don’t understand B. My sister became a serpent because of him. She’s slowly drifting away from me,” he confessed looking down. “You are taking her away from me,” he whispered to Jughead. “I am not Archie. You are pushing her away. You simply need to accept she is her own person. You will not always be able to make decisions for her.” He said and smlied warmly at the red head. “He’s right, Arch,”  you commented entering the small living room where the red head was, accompanied from the blond girl and the raven boy. “You will not always be there to make decisions for me. But I appreciate you try,” You added hugging your brother. It seems that for once, things were good. 

Batfam as things my fam has done and/or said

There’s eleven of us in my family, so it gets pretty crazy.

Damian: *goes to pour himself some juice* *sees it’s all gone* *sees Jason has a full glass* *yells* THANKS FOR DRINKING ALL THE JUICE, JASON!

Jason: *yells back in an equally loud voice* YOU’RE WELCOME!


*screaming followed a loud noise is heard upstairs followed by more screaming and some crying*

Guest: *looks up very concerned* Umm….are you going to see what happened?

Bruce: I have nine kids. It’s the silence that worries me. 

Guest: Oh……

Bruce: Noise means they’re not dead.


Jason: *keeps putting pieces of a napkin in Tim’s hair without Tim noticing* *laughs* *accidentally drops gum out of his mouth into Tim’s hair*

Tim: *feels the gum hit his head* What did you just do?

Jason: That depends. Do you want to be mad now or later?

Tim: Jason–

Jason: So now then.


The Kids: *sitting around the table for dinner* *all screaming and fighting with each other*

Bruce: Only in death may I find peace.


Bruce: No more T.V. It’s late. Time for bed.

Dick: *goes to his room*

Dick: *10 minutes later* *gets out of his bed* *sneaks to Bruce’s room to watch T.V. from the doorway*

Bruce: *sees him* *in a loud, booming voice* WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Dick: *runs back to his room at lightning speed* *does a flying leap into his bed* *completely clears the bed* *lands in a plastic bin full of Legos* *screams*


Bruce: *drinks a cup of coffee*

Tim: Can I have some?

Bruce: No. You’re too young to drink coffee.

Tim: Am I too young to have lost my will to live?

Bruce: *pours Tim a cup* >————————————————

Tim: *builds a catapult with Bruce for a school project* 

Bruce: Let’s test it.

Tim: In the house? I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Bruce: It’ll be fine. *puts a paper hornet (if you don’t know what it is, it’s a very tightly wadded up piece of paper that, when launched with a rubber band from even just three feet away, feels like a hornet sting) in the catapult* *launches it*

*the paper hornet sails across the house and hits Jason in the face while he’s sleeping*

Jason: *wakes up immediately and already has a giant red welt on his face* *through tears* What the fuck?

Bruce: *hands the catapult back to Tim* It works.


*family goes out to eat* 

Bruce: This is a fancy place, so act right.

Dick: Dad, this is Pizza Hut.


*at a restaurant*

Dick: *opens a straw and launches the wrapper at Jason*

Jason: *launches his at Tim*

Tim: *launches his at Damian*

Damian: *launches his accidentally at Bruce*

The Kids: *terrified silence*

Bruce: *stares them all down* *picks up the straw trash* Cut this shit out right now. You hear me?

The Kids: *nod their heads*

Bruce: Good. *launches his at Damian*


*at McDonald’s drive thru*

Bruce: What does everyone want?

The Kids: *shout their orders from the back of the car in one loud, indecipherable sound*

Bruce: *to the speaker* Hello, I’ll have 10 burger Happy Meals.

The Kids: *start to complain*

Bruce: Shut the hell up or I’m keeping all your toys.

The Kids: *shut up*


Dick: *annoyed* Dad, why’d you have to have so many kids?

Bruce: Look at it this way: with so many siblings, you’ll always have best friends.

Damian: *comes inside holding a hand over half his face* Dad, Jason threw a golf ball at my face.

Dick: So much for best friends.>———————————————————-

Tim: *stands on a stool to hang something up* *falls off the stool* *stool and the thing he was trying to hang up fall on top of him*

Bruce: *yells from downstairs* What was that loud noise?

Tim: *tangled in the stool and trying to breathe again* *yells back* Something just fell.

Bruce: *yells again* Okay.

*10 minutes later*

Tim: Remember when I said “something fell?”

Bruce: Yeah…?

Tim: I was the “something.”


Bruce: *drinks from a water bottle* *chokes* *spits out a fish* *yells* DAMIAN STOP PUTTING YOUR FISH IN MY WATER BOTTLES!THIS IS THE SECOND DAMN TIME!

Damian: But that’s a different fish.

Bruce: What happened to the other one?

Damian: You swallowed it. >———————————————————————–

Dick giving Jason a haircut: I’m just gonna shave the edges. You know, like a fade.

Jason: That’s fine. As long as you don’t shave my whole head, we’re good.

Dick: *messes up* *panics* *shaves Jason’s whole head*

Jason: *feels his head get mysteriously lighter*

Dick: Okay, well I’m done, and I gotta go. Enjoy the haircut.

Jason: Wait, how does it look?

Dick: Definitely faded.

Jason: *looks in the mirror* *sees that he’s now bald*

Dick: It was the razor, I swear.



The Kids: *fighting with each other*

Bruce: Why. Why did I have to have kids.

Jason: Love you too, dad.


The Batfam: *gets invited to a birthday party*

Dick: *gets really hyped up on sugar*

Jason and Tim: *spin Dick around until he’s dizzy*

Dick: *runs into the bird fountain* *breaks it* *throws up in the pool*

Bruce: And that is why we don’t get invited to anything.


Bruce: *has a coupon for free McDonald’s meals*

Cashier: Sir, this only covers two meals.

Bruce: I knew I shouldn’t have had so damn many of you.



Hope you enjoyed!

Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

Okay, so, I’m probably going to be talking about this a lot since it’s like, super amazing. A lot of fans have been pondering and contemplating things, and these are my personal opinions on it all. I’m just doing this before this spectacular plot unfolds and reviewing it so far. I guess this is gonna be kind of long?? I’m not sure, anyway here’s a something some of the fans have been talking about it.

1. How long is it going to last? 

Since Naruto was out for a very good fifteen years, a lot of people expect the same from Boruto, but a lot of people (judging from the opening scene) believe that it’s going to be a pretty short series, some don’t even expect it to last a year. It’s not because the fans necessarily hate the show, actually from what I’ve seen we’ve been pretty supportive, it’s just that the opening scene for the series is this:

So this scene is basically between some guy (who kind of looks like Iwabe? I’m not sure if it’s him, I kind of have mixed feelings on that theory) and an adult Boruto. This is what has made some fans believe that Boruto is going to be some quick, abrupt, series that’s probably going to end in a short amount of time. Others believe that it’s going to be long because, well, look at Naruto:

(Damn, I shouldn’t have picked such an emotional picture) Personally, I don’t what the Next Gen series to be short, but I’m not exactly expecting 15 years. Although Shippuden admittedly did have a lot of filler/insignificant episodes, it still takes decent writing skills to be capable of writing that long. Rather it’s a book, anime or some movie with sequels, it still takes a lot of thinking and effort. 

I love the Next Gen series with all my heart and more, but that wasn’t exactly the best scene to start on. It kind of already disappoints fans because they think that it’s going to be rushed. Or at least it’s going to feel rushed.

 But no matter how long it ends up being, I’m still going to probably love it, as long as it has a decent ending and doesn’t feel rushed are anything, I’ll be fine Besides, if it ends up getting popular among the Western side of the community, then it may end up being very long, either way I’m supportive.

2. The characters

Can we just talk about how well written out the characters are? Like, it wasn’t even much of a bumpy start in my opinion, I think everything went pretty smoothly from the start and so on, obviously, that can change, we don’t know yet, but so far it’s been doing pretty good, at least to be 

Boruto Uzumaki 

Okay, there are lots of things to say about his character but lets just start with this:


But honestly, fans thought that they were going to see that mischievous, ignorant, (yet loveable) male protagonist that always ends up rising above what everyone initially thought he was going to remain. Naruto was the original guy, besides Goku, despite their stories being quite different. But then other anime writers decided to do it, thus, turning it into a cliche.Yet, we somehow end up loving these idiots, I guess it’s because despite them having similar personalities, it’s different stories that they have to tell and different messages they have to bring out. As nerve wrecking as this cliche may be, I couldn’t imagine any other protagonists for some of these anime’s.

Back to the core subject though, Boruto’s generation or Boruto himself may not or never Naruto Uzumaki, but he was the perfect guy to take on the the legacy. However, in the movie he appears to be some spoiled, cringy, selfish, good-for-nothing brat:

And even though he did redeem himself later on during the course of the movie, it still couldn’t help but leave a very bitter taste it our mouth’s, including my own. Even though I have to admit, it did manage to make me cry. But then again, that isn’t a hard thing to do. 

Then Kishimoto decided to release Gaiden, probably a pretty good move being how mad half of the Japanese and most of the Western fans were at him. But after the movie a lot of people nearly completely separated themselves form the fandom. Then came this blessing of a series:

When I first heard of this, I screamed. That was my first reaction. But then I remembered the bratty Boruto and my excitement immediately disappeared. But one day, I decided, why not try watching it? I was pretty scared that I was going to be disappointed again, and I didn’t really want that, but when I saw the series I immediately became attached to it.

Boruto is so different, yet similar to how Naruto is. I didn’t want a completely different character that made the show’s feel go away, but at the same time, I didn’t want a complete duplicate of Naruto, that would’ve been quite disappointing to think one of the writers of your favorite shows wasn’t very versatile, but Boruto has a great balance of both Hinata’s and Naruto’s personality. He’s not the shy, prim and timid person Hinata was:

But he’s not the idiot Naruto was (still may or may not be at times but that’ why we loved and still love him):

Not only that, I love the message Boruto is giving to not only his friends in the series, but his fans, that he’s not his dad, and he’s choosing to take a different path. This isn’t Naruto’s story anymore, it’s Boruto Uzumaki’s story and he’s going to live it however he wants. We saw so many sides we probably wouldn’t have found out existed in the movie or even the manga, and now that theirs a series even more. 

Not to mention the fact that he’s freaking adorable:

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You can’t convince me that he isn’t. His personality although not a classic, is still really loveable. A lot of people have mixed feelings about his character, but I’m already pretty attached to him, and I can’t wait to see what his story has to bring.

2. Sarada Uchiha 

As far as how fans view her, all I see is love. Only a few people actually hate/dislike her character. Which I don’t know exactly why, because unlike Boruto, she didn’t necessarily do anything idiotic or bad to get any hate just yet, eventually, she is, and I think that’s when fans should start actually developing actual dislike for her character. Some fans only continued to watch the series because of her and I don’t blame them, she does seem kind of badass.

But I never knew fans could like Sakura’s offspring so much, let’s admit. Sakura got a lot more than enough hate from Shippuden viewers:

This was basically a joke that got way out of hand, because a lot of people actually began ranting about how useless she was, to put it short, Sakura became the most hated character in the entire series, personally, I loved Sakura, but a lot of people didn’t. Coincidentally, majority of those who hated her also shipped NaruSaku, which I will never understand since most fans don’t exactly ship a character that they hate with the main character.

Back to the core subject-(once again smh at myself) Sarada has a very interesting story, not only that, it could have a completely different outcome from the manga version, due this being rather very different from the manga. Although I just believe that it’s going to be written out a bit differently and nothing more. It doesn’t make Sarada’s story boring though. Because honestly, it’s just something that draws fans to her. 

Like Boruto, she seems to be a perfect mixture of both of her parents, she doesn’t push any emotion away as Sasuke does, but she also doesn’t have too much emotion like Sakura tends to have. It seems like she only pushed away major emotions.

Sarada didn’t exactly have the decent or okay childhood that Boruto had, even though Naruto can be somewhat neglectful of his family (with fair reasoning) Boruto still had Naruto their during his younger years. Sarada on the other hand, was basically only raised with a mother and has little to no memory of her father. Her childhood was most definitely different from Boruto’s.

Her story also seems to be different, but it’s way different from how Sasuke’s was, that’s probably why most fans find her story to be the more compelling out of the two. She isn’t short tempered and over emotional like Sakura was:

But she doesn’t tend to accidentally come of as cruel or try to be void of emotion like Sasuke:

Honestly, if Sarada had taken more traits from one parent than the other then I’m pretty sure she would have been hated, too.

She’s a perfect mix. When you really think about it, especially from a writer’s/creator’s point of view, it’s kind of a amazing their have been more than plenty of shows where the main character’s children always end up too much like their parents. But this is absolutely perfect. Honestly, I may not have given this show a chance if it wasn’t for this character. She was pretty interesting in the movie even though she wasn’t a major part of it.


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3. Sai 

Initially, I was just going to leave it at Sarada and Boruto, but the fact that they even put Sai in the series is pretty cool. I’m not going to say that he was one of my favorite characters, but a lot of the Japanese viewers adored him. He’s not really what I’d consider a main character, but I just like the fact that Kishimoto listens to his fans. Sai could’ve been completely gone from the series and that Kishimoto kept him just goes to show that the way this whole entire series has been written is far from being messy, unlike a lot of other animes.


There is definitely a shipping war beginning to brew among most fans, a lot fans are already shipping characters. Personally, I think the fans are justified. Sakura was in love with Sasuke when she was around their age, so fans shouldn’t be blamed for shipping anyone. Although their are a lot of ships like MitsuSara, MitsuCho and more, I’m just going to talk about the two main ones involving Boruto:

Borusara and BoruSumi:

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Can we please just take a moment of silence to admire this beautiful, wonderful, ship (I’m obviously talking about BoruSara

Okay, I’m going too far, I’m sorry. But seriously, I find this ship so cute. I’m not saying that it can’t be a simple rivalry/friendship like Naruto and Sasuke’s just because Sarada is female I strongly believe that is could being a female myself, but I do ship them pretty hard.

I love the fact that when they’re in public they constantly argue but when they’re alone they tell each other really important things. Personally, I was pro NaruHina all the way, but since Sarada and Boruto’s characters are a pretty good mixture of their parents’ this could be another chance for those who shipped SasuSaku or NaruSasu.

Obviously, I could go on all day as to why I ship these two precious cinnamon rolls, but then I’d be wasting your time. 

As for BoruSumi, honestly, initially I found Sumire to be so annoying at first, once I heard her story she grew on me though, I like her as a character in the series but I don’t ship her with Boruto. I’m just not a fan of the whole NaruHina dynamic happening all over, Hinata is the only character who can really pull it off. Admittedly, I’m probably just another butthurt BoruSara shipper. 

But whatever happens in the series as far as that, I’ll still be completely supportive, Boruto isn’t exactly a love story, afterall.


Boruto is an awesome show, and even though I had my doubts, I couldn’t imagine being without it and we haven’t even reached the climax of it yet. I can’t believe I ever wasn’t interested in this show. I’m pretty glad that I decided to be open-minded instead of being completely dedicated to Naruto like a few of other fans have chosen to.

(If you disagree with anything in this post, please be respectful about it if you don’t believe you can be then personally message me, even end up commenting anything negative that’s disrespectuful I’ll delete your comment, reblog, or whatever)

nickie-amore  asked:

From the 200 prompts list can I request 49 & 60 with Finn Balor please.

“Let’s have a baby”, “You’d be a great dad”

The two of you were only a month shy of your six year anniversary. You had been through so much together. You watched him go from different promotions back in Ireland to the main roster on Monday Night RAW. Besides his parents, no one else was as proud of Finn as you were.

The two of you were in another random city in the US that was hosting a PPV. Finn had a special event before the big event. A special meet and greet at the children’s hospital with sick children. The two of you were even an hour early. Finn loved giving his time to the children who needed cheering up. It always made you giddy to see Finn either holding a baby or a kid hoisted on his hip to flex his arm with the little one.

“Mr. Balor, right this way” One of the nurses led us into a room, smiling as a litter of children sat in chairs or on the floor. An eruption of small screams made you giggle. You saw how big he was smiling. You couldn’t wait til you bared his children.

“Do your entrance!!” A little boy yelled, clapping his hands even as it held Finn’s action figure. Finn pulled out his phone, putting on his song. The children bounced around in joy waiting for the build up of the song.

Finn couldn’t stop smiling even as he got into his stance and threw his arms up into the air. Once. Twice. An abundance of claps and cheers came as he finished. You stood off to the side, admiring the man entertaining his audience.

“Is he your boyfriend?” A little girl, maybe 7 walked up to your side, tugging on the end of your flower sundress.

“Hi sweetie” You smiled bending down to meet her eyes. “Would you be mad at me if I said yes?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “He’s very cute!” She turned to look at him, then back to you. “Do you think he’s cute?” Her wide eyes made you smile even more.

“He’s the cutest” Your eyes moved to watch him pick up a little boy who was crying from being so excited. He was so good at soothing a child whose excitement was too much.

“He’s lucky” The little girl nodded, patting the top of your shoulder. “You are so pretty” She reached up to cup your cheek, giggling even more. “He’s gonna marry you someday!!” She ran off to go over to him.

“I sure hope so” You whispered to yourself, leaning against the wall. You could see how happy he was. He could beat John Cena’s record if he was given the chance. He loved being around kids. All kinds of kids.

He took countless pictures and signed what seemed like endless photos of himself. He was so outgoing and social when he was in his professional state of mind. He was quite shy and reserved behind the scenes. It was one of the many traits of the man that captured your heart.

The time flew by and you could tell Finn was reluctant to leave. He had two young twin boys on each thigh, sitting happily as he read them a comic they picked out. His animated voice reading over the actions made your heart flutter.

He rubbed the boy’s backs before the hopped off. His eyes immediately found yours, ‘I love you, sweetie’. If it was possible your eyes would morph into the heart eyes emoji. ‘I love you too, handsome’. He winked, giving his attention back to the kids who wanted him to join in a game of twister.

“Alright, kids! It’s time for Finn to leave” a prompt drone of nooo flooded the room like their cheers earlier. Finn frowned as well, waving his hand goodbye. His arm found your waist, hugging you to his side.

“You’d be a great dad” You looked into his eyes, walking with him out of the hospital.

“I can’t wait til I put a bun in that oven” He smiled, rubbing a hand over your stomach. “Ya will look so perfect with a pregnant belly” He kissed your cheek, opening the door for you as you arrived at the car.

Settling into your seat, buckling in you couldn’t stop smiling. This was a hectic day but gave you a look into your future. You were drifted off into your thoughts until Finn’s voice interrupted you.

“Let’s have a baby” He was at a stop light his hand extending over to take yours into his, squeezing it firmly. “I know right now would be crazy, but those kids? I feel sorta empty when I leave”

“Baby…” Your eyes welled up, overcome by the emotion of your future cementing a permanent path. “You look so good with those twins on your lap”

“Let’s start to try, ok?” He kissed over your knuckles, one by one. “I want ya to have my babies”

Soulmates ... I think (Scott McCall)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

PART 1   PART 2   PART 3

i know it’s been a while, so i decided to write something with Scott x reader being soul mates (i’m a hopeless romantic) // thanks for all the attention my blog has received and i hope you enjoy!

ps.  this ‘seeing color when you see your soulmate’ idea is something i read in another imagine a while ago (i don’t know who to credit)  i just really liked the idea, so if you know where the idea originated, let me know please 

pps. this is the longest piece i’ve written (and it’s pretty long, so grab some popcorn)

warning(s): a few bad words

“You know, your father and I met when we were only five.  I remember I saw the apple on our teacher’s desk turn red when -”

I roll my eyes, reciting the story word for word, “- when you locked eyes for the first time.  Mom, I’ve heard this story more times than I can count.  ‘Your father is my soulmate that I was lucky to find as young as I was.  Colors are more incredible than you can imagine.’”  As much as I hate to admit it, this story fills me with an itchy feeling that can only be described as jealousy.  My parents have been able to see color since before they even knew what a soulmate was.  I have been told all my life what yellows and blues look like, but have never been able to experience them for myself.  I’m only eighteen, but I am stuck seeing the world in black and white while people all around see the blast of color that comes with finding your soulmate.

I hope I can find my person soon.  If it takes any longer, I’m afraid I will never meet them.  I mean, what if they live halfway across the world?

Apart from the fear of growing old alone, I am starting my final year before college at a new school.  As if life isn’t hard enough already.

As any other day, I wake up too early to be healthy for a developing mind and get ready, heading to Beacon Hills High, my home for the next year.

Opening the doors, I am overwhelmed by the sea of students all rushing to their first classes and only seconds after the bell rings, I am alone.

“Great start to your first day, asshole.”  I huff a few obscenities to myself while searching for the main office or my AP Bio class, whichever comes first.  “I guess hitting the effin’ snooze button four times wasn’t the best idea.  You couldn’t just -”  I stop my self-deprecating monologue as I come upon the room number for Mrs. Finch.  Here goes nothing.

Fingers crossed behind my back, I lightly knock on the door frame and give an uneasy grin.  “Good morning.  I’m-”

“Yes, you’re the new girl.  We were just going over the syllabus for the year.  Your assigned lab partner for the year is…”  Her finger skims her list and I keep my head down, disappointed I made a bad impression during my first interaction at my new school.  “Ah, here you are.  You’re partner is Scott McCall.  Back left table.”

“Thank you and sorry for interrupting.”  I can feel my cheeks and the tips of my ears burning as I take the long walk of shame to my seat.  Once I’ve gotten my notebook out and Mrs. Finch has resumed her review of the plans for the year, I realize I’ve forgotten a pen.

“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath and hear a little snort from the boy sitting at my table, presumably Scott.  When I look up, he is already staring at me, face so serious, I fear there is a huge spider on my head.  Before I can ask what’s wrong, his black eyes spark and become puppy-dog-brown, the color fanning out to give life to his grey skin and lips.

Holy shit.  I’m seeing color.  My vision blurs as tears spill down my cheeks.  My brain and body freezes as I realize that the moment I’ve been dreaming about since I could understand the term “soulmate” is finally happening.  In a beige classroom of all places.  I look at my hands, my dress, my classmates, and I feel like screaming and jumping around.

I can see color.

After I’ve taken it all in, I turn back to Scott and whisper, so not to disrupt the class again.  “You.  You’re my… I mean, do you… do you see what I’m seeing?”

He suddenly snaps out of his frozen state and clears his throat.  “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”  He turns back to the front of the room, frowning and frantically copying down the notes.  Learning is the last thing on my mind as I try to put this all together.  Could I be the only one seeing this?  Is it possible for someone to be your person, but to them, you’re just another stranger?

“Excuse me.  Is there something wrong?”  I look up and realize the teacher and a few of the other kids in the class are waiting for an answer.  I only now realize what I must look like.  Finding my soulmate was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life and instead, I am heartbroken because nothing for him has changed.

“Not really.  Um, may I be excused?”  I grab my bag, shoving my notebook inside and heading for the door.

Little did I know, Scott was shaking his head and watching my retreating figure.

Scott’s POV

I am sitting at an empty lunch table, moving the food around with a fork, not really in the mood to eat anything.  Someone approaching in a hurry catches my attention and I look up to see Stiles.  “Lydia told me what happened in Bio.  Dude, is she the one?  Can you see color?  Is she hot?  Never mind that.  Is she smart?  I mean, she must be, she’s in AP Bio.  Lydia said she left crying.  What did you say?”

“Stiles!  Stiles, please stop.  I’m not in the mood to discuss this.”  I rub my temples, more tired than I’ve felt in a while.

“But Scott, just tell me if she’s the one.”  I see his light brown eyes looking at me expectantly.  I look down and see he is wearing a red and black flannel with a white tee shirt underneath.  His skin is slightly tanned with brown moles all over.  I can tell all of these things because of her.  When I looked in her eyes, everything changed, became more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

But I blew it.

I nod and look at my best friend.  “She is.”

“Then why the hell would you tell her otherwise?  Lydia heard your conversation.  She said you were ruthless when she asked if you saw what she had.  You messed up.”

“Shut up, dude.  You think I don’t know that?  I just… I can’t have her in my life, not now.  With everything that’s going on, I don’t want the girl I am going to spend the rest of my life with to get hurt.  I don’t want her to see what I am.  And guess what, Stiles, my parents were soulmates.  You saw how great that worked out for them!  My dad would get drunk and be violent.  And then they got divorced!  So I’m sorry for not being completely head over heels for this girl I’ve only just met.  I can see color and I’m thankful for that, but soulmates are kind of not my priority right now.”  When I realize how I’ve just sounded, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  When I open them, Stiles has stood up and is shaking his head at me.

“Jeez, sorry for asking.  I get that the first soulmates you’ve seen didn’t work out, but that doesn’t mean you and this girl are destined to end up the same way.  Let me know when you’re ready to be reasonable about all of this.”  He turns and walks away, shoulders slumped, and I realize this isn’t his fault.  This certainly isn’t her fault.  Hell, it isn’t anyone’s fault.  And I should be happy, ecstatic even.  I’m just not.  I toss out my uneaten food and head for the bathroom, needing to calm down about all of this.  If I get too agitated, I could wolf out.

In my rush, I walk past someone sitting in a nearly abandoned hallway, crying.  Immediately, as if I’ve known her forever, I recognize this person as the girl from Biology.

My soulmate.

She looks up when I pause in front of her and she has mascara-filled tears covering her freckled cheeks.  She uses the back of her hand to clean herself up and she stands.

“Can I help you?”  Damn, she’s mad.  I feel the need to fix her, even though I’m the cause of her pain.

“You’re the new girl, the one from -”

“Yeah, the one from Mrs. Finch’s class who fled the scene after you told me you didn’t notice a change in the world around you.  You know, I see color now.  My whole world has changed and yours hasn’t shifted at all.  Typical.  I’ve always had bad luck, but this shitty situation definitely takes the cake.”  She lets out a small sob and picks up her bag.  “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go before I punch something.”  As she walks away, I grab her arm lightly.

“Please stay,”  I say quietly, hoping she’ll stay put.

She lets out a sarcastic scoff and I loosen my grip, realizing the situation she is in: she believes she is a defective human with a soulmate who doesn’t see her the way she sees him.  I can practically see her broken heart in her eyes.

“Sorry, this is too hard.”  She turns and swiftly leaves, only her scent remaining.

Did I make a huge mistake by lying to her?  I know this is for her safety and she’s better off not knowing me.  So why do I feel so empty?

part 2 ??

General prompts;
  1. 1. ”You buried her?”
    ”I didn’t see the point of hanging around with a dead body any longer than I needed to.”
  2. If you are so angry that you shake, you are too angry. Go get coffee or something and come you are calm.
  3. The ones who mourn their inevitable death will be sent to an early grave
  4. And what I am I supposed to do if the thing starts to rip me apart?
  5. At this point it’s just killing to survive. Not for sport, not for habits, not for no other reason to stay alive and survive this mess.
  6. You are not to lay a hand on a wife of the last King of this land, or the guards will be forced behead you.
  7. May I remind you what the last time you left your eldest son in charge, your majesty. It can never happened again.
  8. And just how did you think I could defeat all the demons of hell?
  9. You don’t have the slightest idea what they have see or done. And I for one, don’t even want to think about it.
  10. We have enough shit going on here in one city, why would we expand?
  11. Every time your name flashes on the phone screen, I don’t want to answer it. Because I know you will get me in trouble.
  12. ”Just to clarify, do I lose or win if I choke to death?”
    ”I mean it’d be a personal lose, but…”
  13. Well even after everything… At least you have your door left intact
  14. ”How was I supposed to know she’s a kleptomaniac based on one conversation?”
    ”You caught her trying to take your wallet!”
  15. ”Who invited the fucking pyro! I don’t need to be charged with vandalisms too!”
    ”So assault is fine, but vandalisms goes over the line?”
  16. Stop laughing, you are supposed to be dead.
  17. I knew he had come back to the city when the warehouse was set on fire.
  18. You guys are all kinds of fucked, you know that right?
  19. We could just kick it in, right? If she can’t pick it open, I mean.
  20. Why is it that you are the nicest of us all, but look the shadiest.
  21. ”You cannot win this war!”
    ”I am not trying to! I just want to survive!”
  22. My job is to dig my thumb down your old wounds until you scream out the secrets and lies you hold
  23. ”And if he shoots me to the head?”
    ”Well then we are more fucked than before.”
  24. Betray me, and I’ll make sure I’m your biggest nightmare.
  25. “Why did you do this?”
    “Because you have more than stressful life already, and… I thought you’d appreciate st least the idea of this.”
  26. “Do you know where he went?”
    “Well he said that he was going for a walk, so I can only imagine that he’s outside.”
  27. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  28. Well, well, now I just know how much of a death wish you have, coming to me for help.
  29. He had woken up screaming for the first time in a long time, sweat burning his eyes, the clothes sticking against his skin
  30. I know she’s the reason I don’t feel the same anymore when I’m alone, the reason I feel like crying when she’s mad enough to not speak to me. She makes me happier than I have never been, happier than I thought I never was going to be.
  31. Even if those were pure intentions, you did do it at the end and in their eyes, it’s the only thing that matters
  32. The knife in your hand is still dripping blood, mate. You need help with the body or something? Or is there a more sinister reason you are ringing my doorbell at four am?
  33. “And how did you obtain this car, mom? And why do you smell like you were drenched in a gas?”
    “What about you mind your own goddamn business? And don’t say anything about this to dad, alright?”
  34. Did you just push a kid with crunches out of the way, just to get the last hotdog?
  35. “Keep your back straight.”
    ”It’s pretty hard when rest of you is gay.”
  36. These things never worked out in the movies, so why did I even think I could pull this off in real life was fucking idiotic.
  37. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  38. Torture will always produce some false confessions and lies, with our without information.
  39. The newspaper clippings were glued to the front door and the pocket watch tied around the door handle.
  40. ”We are not harboring a fugitive in our house!”
    ”He’s not a fugitive, he’s your godfather!”
  41. What a better way to find out that you are a immortal than wake up after a nuclear blast to find everybody dead?
  42. I know it’s not the healthy way to think about it, but.. To me he’s not dead, he’s just not here at the moment.
  43. Wait, what are you doing? You can’t nail your shoes to a skateboard! How are you going to move, like you need to kick to get momentum to get from point A to point B.
  44. Ignore the fucking stumble on the chairs. I’m still cool as fuck. 
  45. ”Okay, how am I supposed to open this door?”
    ”Just kick it on the middle and push. I think I fucked it up when I slammed it yesterday…”
  46. Stop starting at me, I feel like you will punch me…
  47. ”Hey –”
    ”Don’t spoil the silence, dear.”
  48. Just because I don’t know what I’m doing, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna do it.
  49. You motherfuckers are playing basketball and didn’t invite me?!
  50. It makes me feel so much better knowing you could severely hurt yourself doing this.
  51. “Why didn’t you try to stop me?!”
    “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was my job!”
  52. He has moments of bravery, more than I can say about you.
  53. “The road is ending, what do we do?”
    “Ditch the car! Save yourselves!”
    “Don’t jump out of the -”
  54. The boss wasn’t expecting you to survive.
  55. Is she expecting me to go after her? Because you know, my knee is pretty messed up and.. Alright, I’ll do.

chapter titles;
  1. No Death For The Cowardly
  2. Man With A Purpose Has To Be Feared
  3. Ticket To Heaven Or Hell
  4. The Pain That Happens In Love
  5. We Cannot Change The Past, Time Boy
  6. Loosing Fingers Left And Right
  7. We Will Always Question Did We Deserve It
  8. Don’t Be An Animal, Use The Doors
  9. If Resulting In Slight Stabbing
  10. We Aren’t Who They Think We Are
He Said Nothing // Draco Malfoy

He Said Nothing

Draco Malfoy X Reader (tried to keep it as gender and house neutral as possible, however the reader is a half-blood or muggle-born… you can chose whatever you want)

Summary: During the end of sixth year, Draco continues being an insensitive, snobby brute to a certain student until they show him how they lived until their mother left. (Roughly based off of the scene from (2017 version) Beauty & The Beast where Belle and the Beast go back in time to Paris)

Warning(s): Mild language, troubled past (mentions of abuse and alcoholism)

A/N: Finally writing again! Nobody asked for this, but, I thought the idea of this sounded cool. And, yes, I’m aware I don’t describe the time-turners powers exactly accurately, but, I tried my best to adjust for the plot. My apologies if his seems kinda long. Enjoy!

Originally posted by thats-the-spot-draco

-reader’s p.o.v-

Nearing the time for OWLs and NEWTs, you’d think it’d be appropriate to be left alone to study in the Great Hall when the common room is full.

That’s not the case for Malfoy, at least.

Saturday, I was studying by myself, minding my own business at the large dining tables in the Great Hall by the entrance. Until I was distracted by the most vile voices ever, apart from Umbridge herself.

“Hello there, (Y/L/N). How’s your studying going? Finally know the difference between stirring a potion clockwise and counter-clockwise?” Draco Malfoy’s annoying voice surrounded me.

I snapped back, “That was one time in first year.”

“I know. And it’s an event that must never be forgotten.”

I said nothing.

He continued taunting in the a most condescending tone, “I figured you’d be thankful for being known as that dumb girl from first-year potions. At least you’re known for something here. Unlike how you are at home, considering how forgettable you are.”

I said nothing.

Draco leaned closer to my now hot and very red face.

“What’s the matter (Y/L/N)? You gonna cry?”

I muttered, “Shut up.”

“What was that?”

I said nothing.

“Nothing to say? How unlike you.”


“I’d only expect having a drunk madman muggle for a father, you’d develop some of his traits.”

I stood up over him, “What did you just call my father?”

“A drunk. Who tried to break into the ministry when your mother ran away. Even she had enough of him.”

A few tears threatened to run out of my eyes, “Nobody talks about my father.”

With that I left him at the table and sped back to my dormitory for the night.


Sunday afternoon, the common room was stuffed with students still cramming in more last minute studying. I walked back down to the great hall with my books and sat at the long table.

After about an hour of studying, it was about a half hour until dinner and I sensed the toxic footsteps of him strutting towards me.

His voice disgustingly kind-sounding, he said, “Hello, (Y/L/N).”

I avoided eye contact and continued jotting notes on my parchment.

“Hello, Malfoy. What ill-mannered, disrespectful, tormenting one-liners have you got for me today?”

“Actually none. I wanted to ask you something.”

I stopped writing. “Okay?”

“Why’d you get so defensive with me yesterday when I started talking about your father?”

“Because it was rude and a personal attack that was far from okay.”

“Why? All I said was the truth-”

I cut him off and stood up, “No, it wasn’t! You want to know the real truth? About my dysfunctional family that’s all split up because of egoistical arseholes?”

Malfoy stood up as well and began backing away, “Wow, those are some big words there. You really are getting smarter, (Y/L/N).”

I screamed, “SHUT UP!” I lowered my voice, “If you’ve anything else to say against me or my father, say it now before I break your nose.”

Malfoy’s voice sounded nearly shaky when he said, “I’m not scared of you.”

“Yeah, sure, you aren’t.” I began to walk away.

“I was wrong when I said you weren’t like your father. You’re clearly both mad.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, “My father’s not crazy!”

“Your word’s hardly proof!”

I thought hard for a moment. If I wanted this to stop, I’d need to educate Malfoy about my past to finally make him stop.

I walked up to him and said, “You wanted proof?”

I grabbed him by the wrist and practically dragged him to a deserted hallway.

I mentally smiled at myself when I saw Malfoy’s face; clearly intimidated.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my most valued possession: my mother’s time turner.

Malfoy looked at my time-turner, wide-eyed, “Is that a real-”


“How’d y-”

“It was my mothers. It was the last thing of her after she left.”

I hung the chain around both of our necks and began spinning it, fast.


August 20th, 1989, Draco and I were stood in my bedroom in my childhood home in London.

Draco walked toward my shelf across from my bed, “Where are we?” he looked at all of my photographs on my shelf. Some of me with my parents, other family members, and me at various holiday gatherings wearing ridiculous jumpers.

I looked around at the room I used to own as I whispered, “London.”

We both snapped out of our trances when we heard a man’s muffled voice shouting downstairs. We looked at each other before Draco followed me out of the room.

We tiptoed halfway down the staircase,close enough to be in earshot of what was happening, yet out of eyesight from past me.

I watched my nine year-old self hide behind the door listening in on my parents argument and began re-feeling that pain.

I heard the last words I’d hear my mother say all over again, “I’m out of here!” followed by the loudest door slamming.

By now I was crying and I ran back upstairs and into my father’s bedroom, with Draco following me.

I buried my face in my hands for another minute until I felt somewhat composed and looked up.

My voice cracking, I said, “So, that’s my last memory of my mother.”

He said nothing at first.

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but shut it when we heard my father stomping through the hallway towards his bedroom.

I grabbed Draco’s hand and hid in my dad’s bathroom. I kept the door opened a crack so that I could see him.

He walked in and slammed the door. I saw his face, he looked much less wrinkled, no dark purple bags under his eyes, though it was obvious that he’d been crying.

I whispered to myself, “He looks so young.”

I watched my dad reach under his bed and pull out a bottle of vodka, opening it and taking a huge gulp.

I couldn’t bare to watch any more.

I turned around and whispered to Draco, “Let’s go home.”


Back in the deserted hallway, I backed up against a wall and sunk down.

I felt Draco sit down next to me and said, “I’m sorry I ever called your father a madman.”

It Only Takes Once

Anon: Cameron Dallas- you accidentally got pregnant

This was a request from forever ago. For the anon who requested, I’m sorry it took so long. A lot has happened recently and Tumblr has slipped my mind. But here we go!

My hands are shaking. The timer is still ticking away. I just took a pregnancy test. My brother, Aaron would be so pissed. I went and visited him at Magcon while he was on tour and hung out with the guys. Cameron and I hooked up on the last night I was there, and we never told anyone. Cameron was my first. He took my virginity. And now, our lives might be ruined. The boys don’t come home for about a week. Aaron is going to be so pissed. It feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed. Two more to go. I’m not ready to be a mom. But if I’m pregnant, I can’t kill the kid. Finally, the timer goes off. It’s now or never. My hands start shaking even worse as I approach the sink where the test is laying. My eyes are screwed shut, terrified of the answer. I attempt to pick up the stick, dropping it about a dozen times before finally gripping it. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. I force my eyes open. The test has two pink lines. I’m pregnant. Tears begin flowing down my face, as sobs wrack my entire body. I collapse on my bathroom floor. Thank God nobody is home to hear and see me like this. Thoughts keep swirling through my mind.

‘What do I do? What if Cameron wants nothing to do with me or the baby? What if everyone calls me a whore?’ 

Suddenly, my phone goes off. Sierra was calling me. 

“H-hello?” My voice croaks.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.” She immediately becomes serious. Sierra is literally my best friend ever. 

“I’m pregnant.” I said the words. The line is silent. Even saying it didn’t make it feel more real. 

“Who? Who’s the father?” I gulp, trying to find the words. “Come on. I won’t be mad.” 

“Cameron. Your brother Cameron.” The phone is quiet before I hear the loudest squeal ever. “I’m gonna be an aunt! How did he react?” 

“He doesn’t know yet. I literally found out less than five minutes ago when I looked at the test I took. I don’t know what to do. Aaron is going to kill me. Cameron and I aren’t even a thing. It literally happened once and now look at me. I had sex for the first time and it got me pregnant. Some luck I have.” I didn’t notice my brother standing in the doorway. 

“Y/N? Tell me you’re not being real right now.” My whole body tenses as I hear Aaron’s voice. I remained silent. “Who is it?” He finally asks.

“Cam.” I heard a long and loud sigh. I turn, the tears coming back. “He doesn’t know. You and Sierra are the only ones who know. Just please, don’t leave me or call me a whore. I just need my brother.” I blurt.

“I would never do that to you. You’re my little sister. I’m always here. And honestly, I would rather Cam be the father than anyone else. At least I know he’ll take care of you and Bean. Don’t think he’ll leave. Because he won’t. I know it.” I smile, forgetting Sierra is still on the phone. 

“OMG! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A REVEAL THING FOR HIM. LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR THINGS.” I jump at the screech from the phone. I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


My hands are shaking again, but for a different reason this time. Aaron and Sierra decided to invite ALL of the guys and make it a party. Sierra helped paint my stomach. Right now, I have a tshirt on with a bikini top underneath. I tend to always do that at Summer parties incase I want to take my shirt off. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary. We painted a picture of a little pair of feet with a retro loading bard underneath it, at 10 percent. It was adorable. One by one, all of the guys came and hugged me. Mahogany was there too. Finally, the guest of honor arrived. 

“Cameron!” I yelled, he turned his head and grinned. *it’s now or never*. I walk up to him, taking my shirt off in the process. “I don’t know how else to tell you, but you’re going to be a dad.” His face goes blank. My heart thuds. “Cam, please. Say something.” All of a sudden, he does his signature Cameron scream. 

“I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!” He screeches. Then, the biggest surprise ever happened. All of the rest of the guys went silent. That’s never happened before, at least not voluntarily. 

“I’m the favorite uncle!” Taylor screams, which causes an argument over who will be the best and favorite uncle. I shake my head laughing. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Cam whispers.

“I can’t believe Aaron didn’t kill you.” He smirked and dipped me like the old fashioned movies and kissed me. 

tim shepard headcanons
  • the shepards are latinx!
  • tim & curly both get their curly hair from their dad
  • curly is tim’s mini-me
  • takes such pride in his scars & will absolutely tell each one’s story to anyone who asks
  • not necessarily a neat freak but everything must be left in the spot where he put it
  • his pancakes are the BEST, angel & curly always wake him up before school to make them
  • “get the fuck outta my room” 
  • “but tuesday is pancake day, timmy!!” 
  • always mumbling stuff under his breath
  • If Looks Could Kill™
  • when he’s mad his voice gets so low and it is terrifying
  • so so smart, no one gives him enough credit
  • always has a cigarette between his lips

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Title: it’s always been you”

written by: sleepywinchester { prev; deanwinchester-af }
summary: you and dean… maybe it was meant to be?
note: this is part 3 of 3 day part mini series based of 12x06. (Parts: 1 & 2 ) this also was supposed to be a less than 600 words drabble but… again, i got carried away. i threw a little bomb at the end, if you got questions about that backstory, how the heck it could be that possible? throw them in to my ask. if you want to read a lil of that backstory and how they met. let me know if you would like a prequel part? this is something cute that has grown from nothing, i’m very happy you guys have enjoyed it. i’hope everyone enjoy this one  and if you do, please, leave feedback? i’ll appreciate it.  ♥   gif credit: (x)
words: 1,700

“Billie?” Dean spoke with confusion in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

You frowned, shifting your look from the woman and turning to Dean. “You know her?”

“Yeah,” Dean said without looking at you. “She’s a reaper.”

You turned to glance at Billie who gave you an non bothered and sassy look. She smirked tucking her hands inside her jeans pockets.

“I’m doing my job,” Billie told Dean.

Dean scoffed, standing straight, “Well, I’m not dead yet.”

“Shame,” Billie smirked, “but actually, I just finished inside. I was reaping a fresh soul”

You glared at the house and turned to Billie. “Fresh soul?” You muttered and began to walk towards the house. You tried to open the door but it was locked down.

“Sam?!” Dean joined you, “Sammy?!”

“You two can huff and puff but that house is on supernatural lockdown.” Billie spoke behind the two of you. “They can’t even hear you.”

You turned to her, “You got in… You can get us in!”

“I mean I could… I suppose, but-”

“Do it!” You and Dean snapped at the same time.

“But,” Billie cocked an eyebrow, “it’s a one-way ticket. And you’re gonna owe me one.”

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Otp parents meme with Tony Stark:

Originally posted by buckybarnres

Requested by @fionnredhead (aka @androgynoustyles, aka my girl G)

  • Who’s the one to wake up the kids:

When he’s home, he is - Tony likes to take the kids to the lab with him sometimes

  • Who makes the breakfast:

If he’s the one who woke up the kids, he does (and he will leave some for you too, obviously)

  • Who’s the one to cry for everything:

You are! Tony will love to see them doing something adorable or really smart, but he will only hug them and say “I’m proud of you” while you’re the one who’s crying

  • Who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one:

Since Tony didn’t actually felt like his father loved him when he was young, I feel like he’s more lenient than you. He doesn’t like to push the kids or to make them feel bad, so whenever there is a problem he doesn’t scream or get mad, he talks to them

  • Who helps with the science fair:

Tony of course!!!!!!!! And he’s gonna be so happy to see his kids all excited about science 

  • Who does baby talk:

You do, and it always makes Tony laugh his ass off because it’s really damn cute and funny

  • Who wakes up for midnight feedings:

Tony does, because of his insomnia :\

  • Who’s the one who always worries:

Both of you, but for different reasons. Tony always think that someone may try to kidnap the kids just for revenge or something, while you’re worrying about if they’re eating fine while they’re on school

  • Who picks up the kids early from school for some fun:

Tony do this at least twice a month

  • Who’s the competitive parent:

You are, which makes him laugh because if the kids win a game that you’re playing with them, you will pout just like a baby

  • Who kisses the ouches:

You do - Tony is more like “oh, that’s nothing, it’s not even bleeding” 

  • Who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes:

Tony is, and believe me, he spoils the kids a lot. Whatever they want, they got it, thanks to their father that doesn’t know how to deny something to them

  • Who makes the “dad jokes”:

You do, and Tony will either roll his eyes at you or laugh until he’s crying

  • Who embarrassed their kid for fun:

Tony does all. the. freaking. time

  • Who’s the over protective one:

He is, for the same reasons I said before

  • Who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: 

Both of you do all the time, and it gets to the point that none of you has to say it anymore, because the kids already know that they’re not leaving without taking a sweater