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Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretive around Tom and he’s finally had enough. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Tom

A/N: I’m back and ready to attack xx Hope you all enjoy this Imagine :,)

[Reader’s POV]

    Today seemed to go by slowly as you sat around watching people pass around in a blur. Minutes seemed to merge into hours as the morning started turning into the afternoon. Tapping your foot against the bar of the chair you were sitting on. A small hum filling the space around you. 

“Have you seen Tom around?” looking up to the familiar voice you see Chris Evans standing in front of you. Shaking your head no he frowns before taking off towards a different direction. Unlocking your phone you start scrolling through Pinterest again. Your nails tapping against the screen of your phone.

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Cool Ideas From Kai-chan

What if Akademi wasnt just a Japanese private school? What if it was like an international one that accpted so few people from around the world that they would get one of the best educations.

- Super strict teachers with incredible training in both fighting and teaching
- Clubs to better yourself if college is something you want to pursue
- People from all over with varying accents and skin tones

When I say Kadara factions lack flair and concept, I’m thinking mostly FNV

I don’t even like Mr. House as a person and I disagree with how he wants to rule NV, but damn, bitch got a style. Lucky 38, bulky securitrons, a face with raised eyebrow on the green screen. They nailed his aesthetics. “The House Always Wins”, damn what a quest name. I was tempted to do his quest just because of it.

ME:A even in its most cohesive and dynamic moments lacks the style and  “oomph” effect, that seems so effortless and natural in FNV, the conceptual clearness, emotional depth and originality that feels badass and classy even when it’s fucking weird and ridiculous.

“I’m Weird”

Originally posted by immortalle

Series: Jughead Jones III

Relationship: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Savagery

Word Count: 2,200+

A/N: I’m going to be posting Jughead/Riverdale Imagines (Mainly Jughead cause I’m not obsessed with Archie lmao) I will have separate series for Riverdale but Jughead Jones III is it’s own series

[Reader’s POV]

    Walking past the drive in you see a group of bikers chilling and talking. Your phone was telling you which way to go to school. The gravel crumbling underneath your combat boots as you walked. Turning your head to the side to check the street before walking across it. Retying the flannel around your hips you see more students pass by.

“She looks like she was spit out of a tumblr ad..”

“I heard that’s the new girl, she’s from the berkshires apparently from Williamstown..I hear she killed her pare-”

“Hey want to know something?” you ask the Ruby haired girl with spider leg like lashes. Her eyes narrow into slits at you scanning your appearance. The look of disgust was splashed on her pale face.

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anonymous asked:

ever help i set ur jrpg iwaizumi and oikawa as my lock and home screen respectively and now i can't stop staring at them

nice!!! enjoy it my friend  Σd(ゝ∀・)

anonymous asked:

hey! I love your writing! If you are still writing from the prompt list, is it possible you could do 45 with Ethan?

Even filled to the brim with sleep, you registered the void of a presence next to you. Normally, Ethan was curled up next to you when the first of the early morning sun brightened through the thin film of curtains. Maybe nothing but a hand reached out to touch the high rise of your waist or maybe his entire torso was fitted snugly against your back. Regardless, you were used to waking up to his gentle breaths and his soft eyes and the sleepy grumbles of good morning. 

You tested your hand to his side just for safe measures, finding nothing but the wrinkled softness of his grey sheets. You flipped to face the place where your hand fell against the mattress only to have the shine of the sun confirm the shadowed indention where Ethan once slept. With a confused grunt, you pulled yourself to a sitting position and furiously began to rub at your eyes with curled fists.

With a stretch and a yawn, you ducked to the bedside table to swipe your phone off the charger. Curiously, you opened your text thread with Ethan in an attempt to locate his whereabouts when a clinging of porcelain and two boyish laughs stalled the clacking of your nails against your phone screen. 

“You idiot, you’re gonna wake Y/N up!” Ethan sounded only half serious, the series of laughs that followed his scolding giving him away almost immediately. You rolled your eyes as you continued to listen. 

“Oh?” A pause. “Y/N stayed over?” Grayson sounded genuinely confused as the clicking of dishes and mugs grew slightly quieter. 

You could almost see Ethan’s shrug. “Fell asleep on the couch during the movie. I didn’t have the heart to wake her up.”

“That’s what you said last week too,” Another laugh, “Y/N might as well just move in here. Wouldn’t even need the extra bedroom, she could just sleep in your room.”

There was a prolonged silence. Curiously, you pinched your eyebrows as you strained your ears to hear the remainder of the conversation. When there was a lack of dialogue, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and made your way for the door. Ever so slightly, you edged the door open, praying neither of them heard the creak of the hinges or the swipe of the wood against the carpet flooring. 

You’d shimmied halfway down the hallway, your back pasted against the wall with your neck craned in the direction of the kitchen when they began speaking again. As if an invisible force field had materialized in front of you, you halted your movements with the tuck of your hands behind your back and the draw of a deep inhale through your nose.

“When are you going to tell her?”

A grunt. A confused chuckle. “Tell her what, Gray?”

“That you’re hopelessly in love with her?”

You swore your heart literally skipped a beat. The entirety of your blood flow seemed to freeze, all limbs below your shoulders growing numb. Thousands of pins and needles seemed to dig into the bottoms of your feet, the feeling rendering you immobile. Your cheek knocked against the wall, your eyes following the slightest bob of Ethan’s dark tousled hair as it passed through the kitchen.

“I can’t,” He sounded so small, so unlike himself, “You know I can’t.”

Another chuckle. The cling of a spoon against the side of a bowl. A voice that’s mouth was clearly half full. “Why? Dude, she’s clearly in love with you too.”

“It’d ruin everything. I can’t. No way.”

Grayson must have dropped the spoon into the bowl because the sound made you jump in your hiding spot. “You’re actually an idiot.”


“No, you’re being ridiculously. You’re already dating, essentially. You just don’t call her your girlfriend.”


Ethan! She sleeps here, uh, every night. You’re only together uhm, all day every day. It would basically just be sealing the deal to mom who already has the two of you figured out.” 

You’d shifted so close that you could now clearly see the back of their heads as they sat together as the tiny breakfast table stationed outside the bar in the kitchen. The precise positioning of your feet was ruined by the intense creak of a floorboard in the exact moment neither of them were speaking.

Two pair of bright brown eyes settled on your figure.

“Uh, morning?”

Ethan shoved his cereal bowl so violently on the table, you were sure the milk was going to spill everywhere. His chair made up for what lacked on the table, the white wood clattering to the tile below as he rushed to a standing position. You were still pressed firmly to the wall as you watched his stride the short distance to you.

How much of that did you hear?” He looked like he wanted to touch you, his arms outreaching but quickly snapping back to glue against his sides. His eyes furiously searched yours as his tongue nervously wet each of his lips.

“Enough,” You answered slowly.

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but okay yeah maybe I do love you a lot and I can’t imagine not having you around or not falling asleep with you by my side or waking up in the same position and I really would like to do that forever if you’ll have me but like I said, I don’t want to ruin things so I completely understand if-”

You gently pushed yourself off the wall, a movement that caused his ramblings to trail off. Your hands lightly trailed across the morning stubble still attached to his jawline as you cupped his face, bringing his forehead down to rest against yours. With an amused laugh, you told him softly, “Grayson is right. You’re an idiot.”

Soft caramel swirled in confusion through the brown of Ethan’s eyes. “What-”

A kiss sealed your feelings, bringing the half parted curve of his mouth against yours. It was only a beat before his kissed you back, the arms glued to his sides now wrapping tightly to your waist. 

“I love you, you know,” You murmured. 

Ethan chuckled against your pursed lips, “Well, you already know I love you too, so…”

“If I didn’t think you two were disgusting before-” Grayson groaned from the kitchen, “-you just reached a whole new level.”

Ethan ignored him with nothing more than a light oh, fuck off before he was kissing you again, the pecks only spaced between the pauses to mirror each other’s smiles. 

send me prompts from here (x)

Secrets, Songs and Bad Habits part 5

In which more sticky situations and stubbornness ensue.

A/N: I do apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes in this but I am typing this in the notes on my phone and not on my laptop as I’m currently at school with no data but feeling inspired. Nevertheless here is part 5! I hope you enjoy reading it and much as I enjoyed writing it and the amount of support I’ve been getting is unbelievable,
it honestly makes my day and I love talking you so please message me or send things in my ask box. Also let me know if you like the added gifs, they’re not mine but I just figured they could add a little something

- A xoxo

Warnings: language, arguing and the slight mention of panic attacks/anxiety.

Your eyes widened in horrified shock and heat flushed over your entire body. He stood there in the doorway, messy Raven curls spiking out from the brim of his beanie and white vest clinging to his lean torso, exposing his toned, olive arms. You on the other hand were dressed for a party, heels abandoned and the straps digging into your fingers as you clung to them. Your hair was skewed and makeup smudged and you were still rapidly shaking, the remnants of your earlier panic lingering like a stale odour in the air.

He stared down at you, silvery eyes matching your saucer-like expression. You noticed his Adam’s apple rise and fall slowly as he swallowed his thick discomfort. Archie and Val looked between the two of you in confusion, probably anticipating a response but none came.

“So…you two already know each other?” Archie asked dumbly, you couldn’t tell whether it was a statement or a question but neither of you felt as though you could muster the words to form a coherent answer. Jughead snapped out of his (Y/N)-induced trance and shook his head furiously, mouth opening and closing as if words were dying to come out. Your heart sank and you scoffed quietly to yourself.

“Nope, not at all!” You said defiantly, voice louder and more aggressive than you had intended. With that you turned to Archie, shot him a disgustingly false smile of encouragement and led him into his house.

He followed you, eventually overtaking you and leading you all up to his room. You refused to turn around for fear of making eye contact with Jughead but you could tell by the pattern of the footsteps on the creaky stairs that he was lagging behind Valerie, probably with a moody scowl on his face or something of the like.

“You take third wheeling to a whole new level,” Jughead’s voice whispered through the darkness in regards to your current position - next to Val who was curled into Archies side, sleeping peacefully together in his comfortable but much-too-small bed.

“Hey I’d rather be a third wheel than a salty loner,” you retorted in spite, heavy eyes glued to the ceiling, unable to close due to your intense craving for a cigarette.

“Haha, fuck you!” Was the boys response that surprisingly lacked his usual eloquence.

“I have, wasn’t all that great to be honest especially when you abandoned me afterwards!” Your voice was half-yell and half-whisper and your frustration caused you to rip off the covers and fling yourself out of bed.

Jughead looked you up and down in the dimly lit room, the brilliant primary colours of Archies sweatshirt in which you were clad contrasting with your stormy expression. You brought your middle finger to your lips, sucking on it and taking to the back of your throat all while staring directly at the boy before you, slumped in a chair by the tiny television, milky cheeks flashing bright red as he watched your movements. You brought your finger out of your mouth and presented it to him, smiling innocently as you flipped him off. He rolled his eyes and muttered a rather flustered “so fucking immature” before turning his head away from you and folding his arms with a huff. You retorted with a swift “so fucking hypocritical” before shuffling over to the door and cracking it open. Seeing no light or movement coming from downstairs you grabbed your dress and shoes from the floor, fished in the dress pockets for your packet of cigarettes and your lighter before flinging your dress so that it landed on Jughead’s head and making your way into the hallway. 

Originally posted by 99percentskins

You tiptoed carefully down the stairs, wincing every other step as they creaked under your bare feet. When you reached the bottom could hear movement from the landing above you and you swore under your breath. You had woken Mr. Andrews from his peaceful slumber after invading his house despite being a stranger to the man, he would surely despise you from now on. Clinging onto the hope that you could make it outside and avoid his detection you darted to the front door. Struggling but finally succeeding to open it with you elbow as one hand was occupied with your packet of habit and the other had the straps of your shoes slung around it, restricting its mobility.

You slipped out onto the front porch, releasing a sigh of relief even as the icy air whipped at your bare legs. You plopped yourself down into the bedraggled wooden chair just outside of the door and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of your lighter and talking a dramatic inhale, tilting your head skywards and closing your eyes. As the cloud of smoke escaped your plump lips, mingled with a contented sigh, you heard footsteps moving rapidly towards the door and then said door open and close. You could sense somebody next to you and you winced, knowing you had been caught and would most likely be sent home by Mr. Andrews in utter disgrace.

Reluctantly you opened one eye, daring to take a peek at the person in who’s hands lay your fate. As soon as you did so your other eye opened too, only for you to roll them and let out a simultaneous exasperated huff. It was not Archies father that stood before you.  Oh no, it was Jughead Pendleton Jones III. He had followed you out and you most certainly didn’t want him around you. It wasn’t even because you hated him because as much as you despised yourself for it, you didn’t. In fact,  every time you were around him you found yourself having to catch your breath and tear your eyes away from him in fear of having the undeniable urge to pull him close and kiss him until your lips turned blue. Of course you couldn’t, he clearly didn’t want that because he was very apparently ashamed to be seen with you and you would not let somebody hide you away from the world to sustain their own brooding image!

“Stop staring it’s strange,” Jughead broke the silence, the undeniable tension in the air prompting his voice to sound thick and laced with sleep. You scowled at him.

“Shit, sorry it’s just that I’ve never seen such a massive asshole approach me before and I’m rather fascinated,” you hissed sarcastically, mocking a mystified gaze, “Please remember Jones, you followed me out here, I didn’t ask to be in your presence! You might wanna be careful though, what would happen if somebody we knew came out here and saw us - God forbid - talking?”

“I just came out here to make sure you weren’t causing trouble, as per usual!” He scoffed, being condescending was apparently his specialty.

“Well in that case mom, I’m fine so I’d really appreciate it if you left me the fuck alone.”

“No!” He shouted stubbornly, folding his arms and leaning lazily against the porch beams, making it obvious that he had no intention of moving any time soon.

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“Why not?” You practically screamed in frustration, clinging yourself up from your seat and stomping you foot on the ground like a spoiled toddler.

“Hmm…let me see…” he feigned a thought with this eyes squinted and fingers rested on his chin “…maybe…because I live here?”

He phrased it more like a question than a statement but knew you couldn’t argue. Even in the misty night you could see his smug expression radiate like a lantern and it tipped you over the edge. Growling in frustration you pulled out your mobile and hastily dialled  a number, long nails clacking against the screen of your phone and echoing around you. You could feel Jughead’s eyes on you, still squinted and probably trying to anticipate your next move, one that you were quite sure would irritate him to no end.

“Hey Reggie have you been drinking tonight?” You began turning to look at Jugheas with a sweet smile as his eyes widened in disbelief “…okay radical…could you maybe come and pick me up, I’m at Archies house and I can’t sleep? Okay…of course Reg, I’m always down for a good time…okay see you in five babe.”

“Did you just…Reggie…are you serious (Y/N)?” Jughead demanded, jaw clenched and hands balled into fiats at his sides.

You nodded, eyes wide with faux innocence, taking a final drag of your cigarette.


“Hey, get in Dollface,” Reggie yelled from his seat in his car up to you on the porch, punctuating his statement with an abrupt beep of his horn. You slipped on your heels and giggled and you tottered over to the passenger door.

“(Y/N), please…don’t do this…you’ll get hurt…” Jughead said sternly, lowering his gaze and silently pleading with you to stay. You just scoffed, voice breaking slightly as tears threatened to escape the time of your eyes. You were already hurt, and it was him who did it. You looked between Reggie, glaring smugly at Jughead, tongue resting on his bottom lip and a single eyebrow raised in question, and then at the beanie clad boy that had broken your heart as he stood, stance aggressive but his face a mix of concern and jealousy. Reluctantly you tore your eyes away from his and opened the car door.

“It’s too late for that Jughead, I’m already hurt,” and with that you climbed into the car, leaning over to press a grateful kiss to Reggie’s cheek, Jughead watching your every move wishing he’d hadn’t messed things up, wishing he hadn’t lost you.

Originally posted by riverrdxle

For @constllations via the @aftgexchange

It’s Andreil visiting PSU years after they’ve graduated, but I tried to sneak in your other prompts too :) Hope you’re having a nice day!

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It had taken a lot of convincing before their coaches finally relented and gave them permission to drive themselves to games. Neil likes it better this way; the two of them speeding along interstates, almost like when they were still in university and in need of a breather. He knows Andrew also prefers this, if his tendency to randomly pull over and steal kisses are any indication.

Neil looks out the window and watches everything go by. If they take the turnoff here

“I know what you’re thinking,” Andrew says, not even bothering to take his eyes off of the road to look at Neil. “Don’t.”

He feels a small smile make its way onto his face, but stays turned away so Andrew can’t complain. “Don’t think it or don’t say it? Because that isn’t a ‘no’”, he retorts, their bickering so ingrained into conversation by this point that it’s almost automatic. The car’s getting hot, so he reaches over to turn on the air con. “There’s no point of not going to Palmetto if we’ll be playing in North Carolina,” Neil says.

“Of course there’s a point. I don’t want to have to make nice with whichever sob stories Coach got his hands on this time.”

Both of them notice the slip-up but neither comment on it. Neil’s smile grows as he sneaks his hand over the gear shift and Andrew’s own, just resting it there lightly.

Both of them also know that before the drive back, somehow they’ll end up on a detour to the Foxhole Court.

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