never leaving this place again

so i walk to this mall close by my house often and it’s also near a high school, so while i was there this group of guys were hanging out in front of target (which i needed to walk by) and while i was heading towards them they suddenly got loud and these two dudes were pushed out of the group and i stopped because i didn’t want to get in their way. let’s call them Ron and Pete. so Pete starts arguing with Ron and they’re up in each other’s faces until Ron looks over his shoulder and sees me and is like ‘HEY GIRL COME HERE’ and i turned and thought he was talking to someone else but nope. he was talking to me. Pete turned and he gestured for me to go to them and i was like.. haha no and i shook my head and stared going the other direction but Ron grabbed his skateboard and rode over to me and asked me what the first thing i thought of when i looked at Pete and when i said a skater boy and immediately shouted ‘NO. WRONG. HE IS A CHEATER AND HE KISSED LARSON LAST NIGHT EVEN THOUGH WE ARE DATING’ and flipped Pete and the group off and rode away. Pete then came over to me and apologized and went after Ron..

LIST OF GEORGE DEVALIER’S FINISHED, UNFINISHED, AND PLANNED FICS THAT WE KNOW OF

So I’ve been getting some messages since deValier’s most recent page update asking where someone can find a certain fic, what another fic was supposed to be about, or if that fic was finished or not. To answer these questions I’ve decided to make a post about each of them (with links to them if they exist) for your convenience.

FINISHED FICS:

Veraverse:

We’ll Meet Again (Us x Uk; 13 chapters) 

Keep Smiling Through (short sequel to We’ll Meet Again; 1 chapter)

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart (Germany x Italy; 18 chapters)

Mapleverse:

La Patisserie de la Rose (France x Canada; 6 chapters) 

Libelle Hall (Prussia x Austria; 3 chapters)

Of Ponies and Edelweiss (short sequel to Libelle Hall; 1 chapter) 

Others:

Blue, White, Red (Us x Uk; 3 chapters) note: character death/tragedy  

Sleep, Little Bird (Sweden x Finland with Sealand; 1 chapter) note: character death/tragedy  

Gallipoli (Australia; 1 chapter)

Stay With You (Germany x Italy; 1 chapter)

UNFINISHED FICS:

Veraverse:

Bésame Mucho (Spain x Romano; 6 chapters so far)

Something To Remember You By (Turkey x Egypt; 1 chapter so far)  note: said to be tragedy

Lily of the Lamplight (Prussia x Austria; 4 chapters so far)  note: trigger warning for attempted sexual assault

Jealousy (Russia x China; 1 chapter so far)  note: trigger warning for violence and assault. also has a big age difference

My Echo (Switzerland x Austria; 1 chapter so far) 

Others:

Catch Perfect (Sweden x Finland; 8 chapters so far)

The Tiger and the Dragon (Russia x China; 4 chapters so far)

Meanwhile, Across Town (Us x Uk; not found - summary, quote)

PLANNED FICS: (all Veraverse; no chapters available for any of these; summaries

Autumn Leaves (Rome x Ancient Greece)

Faraway Places (Bad Touch Trio) 

It’s a Lovely Day Tomorrow (Lithuania x Poland)

Room 504 (Greece x Japan)

Somewhere In France With You (France x Canada) 

When I Grow Too Old To Dream (Sweden x Finland - excerpt)

When The Lights Go On Again (Estonia x Latvia) 

You’ll Never Know (Hungary x Liechtenstein)


I hope this was helpful for anyone wondering. I’m still looking for his fic Meanwhile, Across Town, so if anyone has it will you please let me know? 

And while I still have your attention may I make a brief shout out to anyone new or still in the deValier fandom not to harass George deValier for not finishing these fics please. He’s already written so many beautiful fics, and that takes time and motivation and an insane amount of effort that is done WITHOUT BEING PAID. The last thing he needs is people whining at him about not writing what they want him to write and why he hasn’t updated yet. Now what you can do is compliment him on his beautiful stories and say how much you loved them. 

thank you for your time~   

anonymous asked:

If the request are open could I have RFA and Vanderwood ( only if you want ) reaction to MC running to them and jumping into their arms when they returned home from a bussiness trip or a mission

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!!!!!!! I only do three characters per request due to school. I really want to do Vanderwood’s though, I never write for him, but I will do his for this request. I’ve just been in a vanderwood type of mood, you know?

The only three I could see working were Jumin, Saeyoung, and Vanderwood. If you’d like the other three to be done, just message me, and I’ll see what I can come up with :)


Jumin

  • Jumin had been gone for almost a month due to trying to work with companies in the US, but he was coming home today
  • You had never been lonelier
  • Elizabeth could only provide so much comfort
  • You missed your husband dearly
  • You sat on the couch in the living room with your laptop and Elizabeth
  • You heard a door click open, and you thought it was a security guard checking around
  • Until, you heard a familiar voice call out to you
  • “MC? I’m home, my love”
  • You literally almost threw your laptop,and Elizabeth, across the room as you ran to your husband
  • Jumin saw you and smiled at you
  • He didn’t expect you to come barreling into his arms, though
  • You jumped into his arms, a grin on your face, and happy tears in your eyes
  • “Woah, dear, be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt”
  • “Shut up, Jumin, I missed you so much. Please never leave for that long again”
  • Jumin held you against him, placing soft kisses on top of your head
  • “I missed you too, so much. I’ll try not to leave without you for that long again”
  • “I love you, Jumin Han”
  • “I love you too, MC”


707/Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung had been gone on a mission for two weeks, and you had no clue when to expect him back
  • He was never allowed to have contact with anyone
  • You and Saeran were worried about him, even though Saeran tried to hide it
  • You absolutely hated when he’d leave
  • Even if he would be gone for two hours, you would miss him so much
  • You just wanted him home
  • You sat at the kitchen table, reading some random book that you had found
  • The front door opened which caused you to nearly fall out of your chair
  • Okay, this was either a murderer or Saeyoung
  • God, you really hoped it was the latter
  • “Honey! Dear brother! I’m home!”
  • You pushed out of your chair and ran towards the front door
  • Saeyoung saw you and opened his arms for you, grinning as you jumped into his arms
  • You kissed him desperately as he spun you around
  • “Don’t you dare leave Saeran and I again, Saeyoung Choi! I was so worried. God, I love you so much”
  • Saeyoung continued to hold you in his arms, walking towards the couch where Saeran was
  • Saeran looks up at you two and rolls his eyes
  • “Welcome back, idiot brother”
  • Saeyoung grinned, happy that he was with his family again


Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood was on another mission
  • He was gone for two months
  • God, you were terrified
  • It was never a good sign if he was gone longer than a month
  • You spent everyday of this past month crying
  • You loved him so much, and you didn’t know what you would do if he never came back
  • You were barely sleeping and barely eating because of how worried you were
  • There was a loud knock on the door, and you just knew that it was going to be that agent that Vanderwood works with coming to tell you about his death
  • You felt tears well up in your eyes as you walked to the door
  • Instead of a red head, you saw your brown haired lover
  • You let out a choked sob as you jumped into his arms
  • “Hey, what the fuck, MC?”
  • “I-I thought y-you were d-dead!”
  • You shoved your face into his neck, sobbing into his jacket
  • Vanderwood held you in his arms and rubbed your back awkwardly
  • “I’m here, well and alive, aren’t I?”
  • You nodded gently
  • “I love you so much, fuck, please don’t leave that long without telling me that you’re okay. Please”
  • He shakes his head and sighs
  • “I will try not to, MC. I love you too”
Breathe into my hands, I’ll cup them like a glass to drink from 5/15

Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay. He doesn’t care what his mother, his girlfriend, or those assholes at school say. Just because he has Elton John posters doesn’t mean he wants to hold hands with boys. And just because he doesn’t like to kiss his girlfriend doesn’t mean he’s gay. He just doesn’t like germs.

He couldn’t believe his mother was sending him to True Directions. He doesn’t need to learn how to be straight. He just wants to have a fun summer before going off to college.

He definitely isn’t prepared for Richie Tozier to come into his life like a whirlwind and blow all of these pre conceived notions out of his mind and turn his whole life upside down.

But I’m a Cheerleader AU <3 Title is from the most iconic scene in lesbian cinematic history imo

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YO thank you so much for your patience, you literal ANGELS! This chapter has given me so much trouble! I’ll try to get the rest of them out a bit more regularly :)

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Chapter 5: Step Two: Rediscovering Your Gender Identity

Eddie was so relieved that the first week of True Directions had come to a close. In seven weeks, he would be normal and could leave this place and never have to see Richard Tozier again. Eddie hated his stupid big mouth and his aggressively lanky body and his annoying laugh. Richie had spent the rest of the week tormenting him with those goddamn flashcards, and he couldn’t believe that Mary had stuck the two of them together.

In an effort to stay as far away from Richie as possible outside of required “buddy activities”, Eddie had started spending more and more time with Stan, and by extension it seemed, Bill. Saturday morning found them walking towards the woods with Stan excitedly talking about the birds that were native to this area of Maine and what they should be looking out for.

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imagine this

  • the boy squad loves to place bets and play guessing games, their fave subjects are isak and even
  • it starts with them debating the number of hickies isak has acquired
  • then it turns into guessing how many layers even will wear that day
  • it progresses to placing bets on what combinations of spices even will use to make all of them cheese toasties
  • to counting how many lovesick faces isak will make at even during a pre-game
  • eventually isak gets annoyed and joins in to point out just how often the boys bring up girls in convos
  • then even starts a pool to bet on how many times jonas will mention capitalism while drunk
  • or how many movie references isak will miss in one night (he’s getting better at catching them thanks to even)
  • so isak retaliates with betting on the number of times even will fail to wink (every. single. time. the guy seriously cannot wink!!)

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One Night to Confess

Summary: When people get drunk, bad things usually happens. Well, not for everyone, but for you, yes. It was the first time you drank that much and bad luck made sure that at the same evening the person you loved called you. And unfortunately you told him things so embarrassing you want to disappear. Like confessing your love to him on the phone.

Requested? Yes, by anon

Pairing: Reader x Derek Hale

Word count: 1861

A/N: Okay I was a bit tired when I started writing this imagine so I’m not really sure about it, but I hope y’all like it! (the gif isn’t mine, credit to owner)

It should’ve been just a normal evening. A calm evening with a few friends that mysteriously turned into a party where the whole city seemed to be invited. So obviously alcohol made its way somehow to the house. Everywhere around you there were now people of your age having fun, dancing and drinking. And you? You were looking at them, uncertain. Everyone seemed to have fun and you wanted to try. You never really drink alcohol, not that you didn’t like the taste, but you had never felt the need to drink much. So you never got drunk.

And you had no idea what the effects of alcohol could have on you.

“Y / N!” Your best friend came behind you, making you jump. You were very focused on your glass of beer that remained untouched. You still hesitated to let yourself go.

“Hey,” you greeted her without leaving the amber liquid as the party went on without you in the house.

“You’re not drinking?” She asked you, taking a drink for herself and hopping to the rhythm of the music, inviting you to do the same.

“I don’t know …” You told her before confessing that you never got drunk and that you were a little scared.

“Y / N. "Your friend told you seriously before drinking her whole glass, grinning and looking at you. "How can you never have drink? Go! Enjoy it, it’s party! ”

You smiled at her and she gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder to encourage letting yourself go. You looked one last time around you and saw them again, teenagers who seemed to have so much fun. So you made your decision.

You wanted to have fun like them.

You drank your whole glass under the victorious cries of your best friend, proud of you.

One, two, three, four, you lost the count, but damn it was good. You didn’t understand what held you back all this time, it was like you had no worries, you could do everything. Like you were invincible and everyone was at your mercy.

After a while, a little tired of dancing and feeling kinda hot, you decided to go take some air. You hadn’t had so much fun for a long time, it felt so good to let go!

You had just come out in the fresh air when your phone rang. You glanced on the touchscreen to see who could call you so late at night … or was it the morning? Your phone also indicated the time, but stuffed as you were, you couldn’t see what numbers were displayed because everything was tangled. And you took at least a minute to decipher the name of the person who was calling you.

Usually, you would have been excited if he called you. Your heart would have beaten so hard and for a second, you would have blushed. The person who called you at that particular time was the person you were in love with. So in love and so incapable of confessing to him. But alcohol came to your head and it was late, or very early. That’s why, despite the danger of saying things that you would forget or regret the next day, you answered Derek.

“Heyyyy Derek!” You saluted him, staggering on the street in front of the house where the party took place.

"Y / N? Everything’s fine?” His grave, hoarse voice said in the hollow of your ear and you imagined him for a moment whispering softly words … or exciting ones. You laughed for no reason, raising the doubts Derek already had.

"Y / N you’re drunk?”

“Nooooooooooooo, I don’t see what you’re talking about, Der, me, drunk? Pffff, you know me better than that,” you added as you sat on the sidewalk feeling the world turn around you. “Hey Derek you know what. ”

Your mouth was pasty and you had trouble talking, but you weren’t going to stop. Your filter was gone, burying under the numbing effects of alcohol.

“When the sun rises on Beahon Cills …. Beacon Hills … it’s … as beautiful as your smile because … because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shine!” You tell him, proud of your blow.

Silence.

"You don’t know what to say uh!”

“Y / N, you’re drunk, I’ll call you back later,” he started but you didn’t let him finish.

“Wait, Der … Derek! I have to tell you uhm something imtorpant … important! ”

You heard him sigh at the other end of the line.

“ I’m in love with you! ”


And it was only on the next morning that you realized what you had done.

“Oh shit …” You mumbled with your pillow against your face in an attempt to stop the world from turning. You’re head hurt so much, it was horrible, as if someone was hammering on your head and every blow sounded and gave you migraine even more.

But the worst wasn’t nausea or your head about to explode. It was all you said to Derek on the phone and you remembered that too well. You had loudly declared your love for Derek Hale, using your poetess talents, singing how beautiful his beauty was, even more beautiful than the sun itself and how successful he was in making you happy with almost nothing. That your friendship was the most perfect thing for you and that the love you held for him was, in your opinion, as indestructible and magnificent as a rough diamond.

And the worst?

The worst thing was that he rejected you. Again and again. Until you were too tired and hang up to get home by taxi.

Shame and sorrow lived in you. You told him. Confess everything. And now he knew, he had rejected you and he would laugh at you or worse, he would tell the whole pack your pitiful speech.

You would’ve liked to disappear in your mattress and never leave this hiding place again. But you had to leave your room one day. You glanced from under your pillow to catch your cell phone and grunted under the sudden light.

It was past noon, but it wasn’t what marked you. It was rather the notifications of missed text messages and calls. The name of the person was written on a white painful light that in this situation was very dark.

Derek Hale.

You put your pillow back and shouted all your embarrassment in it. The day was going to wait.

You did your best to avoid him. As soon as you knew he was around or somewhere near, you would immediately go in the opposite direction. Your friends and the pack found your behavior strange and even worried about you. You had become almost paranoid, seeing Derek everywhere and imagining a discussion with him after everything you had said. And that thought alone managed to put you in a bad state, embarrassed enough to want to bury you alive. You ignored all his messages and his calls.

And obviously, the inevitable happened.

Derek stuck you a few days later after classes, gym class to be precise. Your best friend, that traitor, knew your feelings about Derek and planned everything with him. After gym class, while you were in the shower, she pricked your clothes. So of course you waited until the locker rooms were empty to take out a towel and look for your clothes that your friend had put in your locker. And it’s by going back into the showers and grumbling that your vengeance was going to be terrible that you finally put your clothes on. But what you didn’t expect, on the other hand, is the muscular silhouette that awaited you and that blocked the only exit. You didn’t need to look at him twice to recognize him, only a glance was enough to know it was him. His build, his way of standing with his arms crossed. And you had nowhere to fly, no excuse to give him without looking suspicious of something.

You were trapped. Your friend was really going to pay for it!

“Y / N,” Derek began walking toward you and your heart began to pound as the red rose to your cheeks when you heard your first name pronounced by his mouth. The embarrassment was read all over your face like an open book. “We need to talk about the other night. ”

“What night?” You avoided his question by feigning ignorance, while slowly retreating.

“The one I called you and you were drunk.” He added with that serious look of him.

"Ah? I don’t remember any call,” you lied. “Besides, I don’t remember anything about that night,” you added, pointing your head with a nervous smile. You stepped back as he walked toward you. And you knew that soon the wall was going to stop you from escaping.

Suddenly, Derek stopped moving forward and leaned his head to one side, a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

“When the sun rises on Beacon Hills,” He began with a slight smile. "It’s as beautiful as your smile because …” He went on. “Because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shines.” He finished before regaining his seriousness and raising his eyebrows. "You don’t remember that?”

The tears invaded your eyes without being able to hold them back. Of course you remembered it, you didn’t avoid him for nothing! But him doing all that, organize that plan to get yourself in the locker room only to make fun of you, it was too much.

You were already embarrassed. Now you were really hurt.

“I hate you …” You muttered as you picked up your gym bag and headed for the exit, but Derek blocked you.

“Derek let me go,” you say calmly, trying as much as possible to hold back the sob of shame that rose in your throat.

“I’m in love with you,” was all he said and stayed where he was. A true marble statue. He was still laughing at you about what you said to him on the phone, you knew it.

“Stop …” You tell him trying to pass by him, but he held you back by putting his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you don’t understand,” Derek said. “I’m in love with you too. ”

You looked up at him without understanding, his face so close to yours.

“But you rejected me …”

“You were drunk, Y / N. I wasn’t going to confess my feelings and wondering if you would remember the next day. ”

This time it wasn’t tears of sadness and shame that invaded your eyes but rather relief. Your eyes remained magnetized for long seconds before your mouths came toward each other for a sweet chaste kiss.

“So it’s true that my smile is …” Derek started, smiling.

“Shhh …” You laughed, giving him a friendly tap on his chest before hugging him.

Lost Belongings.

The Marauders X Reader

Prompts used: “I lost the baby” from {This beautiful prompt list}

Warnings: Nothing but fluff!

Originally posted by nellaey


“I lost the baby.” Sirius broke the news to the rest of the marauders, running a hand through his hair to try and calm himself down.

“What do you mean, you lost the baby?” James said, frustration echoing through his voice. He pressed a hand to his temple.

“It means the baby is somewhere here, but I have no idea where,” Sirius replied, the constant sarcastic undertone in his voice really showing through.

“Sirius, you are a complete idiot. You had one job.” Remus started pacing around,  

“Excuse me, but I’m fabulous. Therefore, I can only slightly be an idiot,” Sirius huffed.

“My god,” Peter sighed, nodding his head.

“Well, we just have to go out and look for the baby, I guess.”


“Thank god! We finally found you!” James practically screamed, rushing over to hug you. They had been all over the school twice, but really only the places they thought you’d be.

“You can never leave my sight again,” Sirius said sternly, giving his fake disappointed look that was actually just a pout.

“Wait, what? I don’t understand. I’ve been here all day. Sirius, I told you I’d be here. And why didn’t you guys use the Map if Pads didn’t bother to listen to me?” You narrowed your eyes at your friends. Very, very stupid friends, at that.

“I was-uh.. too busy gazing at those pretty lips of yours to hear?”

“Oh shut it,” you hushed him. “You all are really something else. I have no idea how I deal with the lot of you.”

“But we’re glad you do.” Remus smiled, and the other boys simply nodded in agreement.

Zach Dempsey #2 - Part 3 (Finale)

So, without further ado, I present to you Part 3 of the Zach/Pregnancy imagine!
@alexa040004 helped me out with this one!

Part 1 Part 2

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It has been three weeks since her accident and I truly have no idea how I managed everything.
21 days of pure desperation and fear of losing her.
Our whole plan sucked now and I had to figure out how to handle school and fatherhood.
Alone.
Even though her parents and my mother were very supportive, I can’t help it but miss her.

Not only her strength and her smart mind but so much more.

I miss how she looks at me every time our eyes meet.
I miss how the way she looks at me, is so full of love and more than I have ever deserved.
I miss how I can always make her laugh, no matter what.
I miss how she cups her face when she laughs because she thinks she looks ridiculous.
I miss her motivating mood, no matter what time it is.
I just miss her. All of her.

Clay and the others tried to be supportive and helped me out with school and missing classes because I spend every damn day at the hospital.
Her daughter always by my side.
The baby has been surprisingly easy and slept a lot.
Sometimes I wonder if she feels that her mom isn’t here to support me so she takes it easy on me.

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anonymous asked:

after watching the new episode i was wondering if it possible for TodoBaku or is there moment that show Bakugou doesn't really mind about Todoroki in the later chapter ? and what's your opinion in TodoBaku ? how do you see their relationship ? Thanx :)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh what a good great unexpected question - personally, I don’t ship it romantically one bit, but it is one of my favorite dekusquad/bakusquad relationships - I guess you might consider it something similar to an accidental sort-of-friendship neither of them seem to actually have noticed yet? It’s definitely a unique relationship for either of them, at least… they make it clear more than once that they Do Not Give A Fuck about the other’s personal struggles, I just can’t see them talking and finding sympathy in each other, but that just ends up giving them a kind of blunt and no-bullshit relationship that doesn’t stop them from working together when needed. I don’t know how to properly explain it, honestly, but they’re fun! 

I don’t know how much spoilers you want so I’ll keep this as vague as I can, but they do happen together more than either of them would like, and their relationship is a really amusing one for me - Todoroki actually cracks jokes with Bakugou around, though always with his neutral face and making fun of Bakugou himself when he does, and the way he has of just straight out ignoring Bakugou’s insults and fire-spitting and answering as if they were having a civil conversation is weirdly entertaining tbh

I wouldn’t say that Bakugou “doesn’t mind Todoroki”, but he does end up having way more important things to think about than his one-sided rivalry with him, and once he starts settling things with Deku the narrative mostly moves to push in that direction, which means that every interaction he has with Todoroki is either on neutral grounds or in the middle of forced cooperation, pushing any antagonism they might have to the background, really - also, the more the story goes on the more Bakugou becomes civil with the rest of the class, so there’s that too! Anyway, they’re fun to me, I wish to draw more of them in the future tbh

Anon said: I do laugh at Bakugou’s reaction on the podium bc visually its animated funny. But u r right that the whole thing is fucked. How is that even appropriate to do to him? And it takes until after his fight with deku many arcs later for All Might to say “we maybe sort of neglected this kid’s mental health.” Like wtf. It upsets me sometimes to think just how much All Might just doesn’t even *see* Bakugou. So much is wrong about this, from putting Bakugou on display to forcing the medal on him.

Blessed words all of them - it’s why I’m such a fan of the idea of Bakugou without even noticing switching his role model to Aizawa, actually? Aizawa’s the only adult figure in the whole manga who’s constantly been there for Bakugou, he has his future and mental health and reputation constantly in mind and works his ass off to try and help him along as much as possible, he takes note of everything Bakugou goes through, every switch in mood and worsening in personality and interpersonal relationships, and he’s always incredibly fast in nudging him towards the right path again - and Bakugou noticed. He trusts Aizawa to know him, follows his directions and accepts his advices, believes he’ll have his back without an ounce of doubt, that’s the tutor/student relationship Bakugou deserves 

I understand that All Might has a lot of problems of his own and he’s just learning to be a teacher anyway, but he found it in himself to be there for Deku, while Bakugou has been obviously staring at his back for the whole length of the manga and it took All Might 120 chapters to notice, that’s just plain sad

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thinking of you || isaac lahey part two

word count: 1629

warnings: none

prompt: based on this song part two of this imagine

author’s note: repost bc my original blog was deleted

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INFJ Confession #2983

I don’t know if this is just me or other infj’s as well but I can literally just go to a place, for example out to ice skating, and see someone there that I basically fall in love with. I don’t know them but I like make up there life in my head and I just fall in love with all thee features and imperfections. It sucks when I leave the place and I will never see them again. Is it just me?

Pirates

Anonymous said:

Hi! I really love your writing like a lot! And i was just wondering if have time if you could please write a Peter Pan imagine for me please. Where the reader is kidnapped and then Peter goes to save her, but then he gets there and for some reason hook hurts her in front of Peter and he can’t do anything about it (for some reason, idk), and he gets really upset because she starts crying. But then somehow he saves her and then lots of fluff! (Sorry it’s so long) Thank you!!

 

Warning/s: slight violence ?

Requested

Summary: you get kidnapped by pirates and peter saves you

“Peter, can I go-“

“No” he cut you off. You frowned. “I never get to do anything! I’m bored.” You groaned.

“But you’re safe. That’s what matters” he smiled at you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m no different to a prisoner” you mumbled.

Peter snapped his his head towards you. “Alright, fine. Go! But bring Felix with you. I can’t take the risk of you getting hurt.” He whispered.

You could tell that Peter was still doubtful but he still gave you the permission to wonder around. You smiled and hugged him. He smiled at you and called Felix, telling him to take care of you while you wonder around. Felix agreed and now, you’re in the middle of the woods, hiding from the footsteps you heard.

“Stay here” Felix said as he followed the footsteps. You followed his instructions and stayed hidden, not making a sound. When you saw Felix walking back to you, you stood up ready to go over to him but a hand covered your mouth and dragged you backwards. You tried to get away from the person but they were too strong. You thought of something. You bit the hand and screamed for Felix when the person behind you hissed in pain. Felix turned around and saw your situation. He took a step towards you but the person behind you grabbed you and you felt something against your neck.

“Don’t come any closer, boy.” The pirate warned. Felix glared at him and ran back through the forest. Your shoulders slumped in defeat as the pirate laughed at your helplessness.

“Sorry about this” he said as he hit something on your head, making you go unconscious.


You woke up as you felt cold water hit your face.

“Oh look! She’s awake” one pirate shouted, making you groan because of the loudness of his voice. You looked down to see your hands tied with each other. You sighed and looked at the captain. “Please let me go. I didn’t do anything to you” you begged. He chuckled. “Yes, but your boyfriend did” he stopped chuckling and glared at you.

“I suggest you let her go, lass” you saw Peter across the ship, glaring at the pirate. You took this as a chance to bite your way out of the rope while the pirates are distracted.

“Sorry, Pan. No can do” the captain taunted him as you continued to bite the rope. Not long after, the rope fell off of your wrists and you stood up. You walked quietly over to Peter, trying not to be seen by the pirates. 

When you were close enough to Peter, you shouted at him. “Peter!” you yelled as you ran towards him. 

But before you can even get to him, you felt something pulling you back and now your back was against the captain’s chest. 

He place a dagger against your neck. “Let her go!” Pan exclaimed. The captain grazed the dagger against your neck, making a small cut. You whimpered quietly as the pirate smirked. 

“Walk closer and I’ll slit her throat” the captain warned. Peter stopped walking and looked at you with worried eyes. When he saw the blood on your neck, he snapped.

In less than one second, Peter was behind the Captain. He grabbed the dagger from him and threw it away. Peter shoved his hand at the Captain’s back, making the pirate drop you. You crawled away from him and watched the scene.

Peter was holding his heart as he smirked at him. “Never mess with me” he squeezed the heart with every word. By now, the pirate was on his knees, groaning in pain.

“I hope this will be a lesson to everyone of you” Peter exclaimed as he crushed the heart, making ashes fall from his hand. “Never ever take something important from me.” he said as he flew towards you, picking you up and flying the both of you back to Neverland.


You stared at Peter’s eyes as he heals your wound with his magic. He looked at you and smiled sadly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He looked down and sighed.

“You got hurt because of me” he whispered.

“No, Peter. It’s my fault. I should’ve listened to you and just stayed in camp.” you said while caressing his face.

“Yes but look at that” he said, pointing at your wound.

“I wasn’t able to do anything. I failed in protecting you. I’m sorry” he cried.

You frowned and sighed. “Peter, look at me. It wasn’t your fault. The wound doesn’t even hurt. I swear, I’m fine. Please don’t cry, you’ll make me cry” you said, your voice cracking.

He looked at you and smiled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop crying. Just don’t cry too” he chuckled and bopped his nose with yours. You chuckled as he caressed your face.

“I’ll never let you leave my sight. Never again.” he placed his forehead against yours and pecked your lips.



note: my wifi wasn’t working yesterday like wtf. anyways im back lololol


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How would you feel- part 3

Author: @smutilinski

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word count: 2261

Warning: NSFW 18+, swearing, drinking and people insulting each other (just in case that would offend someone), oh yeah and SMUT ;)

AN: Hi everyone! I’m very sorry for not posting sooner… On the bright side, PART 3 IS FINALLY HERE!!! I hope you like it! So sit back and enjoy the story! And a HUGE thanks to @minhosmeanhoe for all the help!

@ekinsyikin here you go dear! ;)

Plot: (Y/N) comes back to Beacon Hills after leaving 2 years ago. Only scott knows why she left and he swore not to tell a single soul. Stiles is still very angry at her and she confronts him about it.

Part 1   Part 2    Masterlist


You were at your locker picking books you needed for first period, when scott appeared next to you. ‘’You must be an expert at sneaking out in the middle of the night by now. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?’’ He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for answer. You turned back to your locker, not wanting to let him see the sadness in your eyes. ‘’Yeah I-um couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d just walk back home.’’ you were nervous and knew he would eventually pick up on your chemo signals or your incredibly fast heartbeat.


Without saying anything, you closed your locker and walked away. The truth is you were still pretty devastated with the way Stiles had left you on saturday night. You were very drunk, but not drunk enough to forget what had happened. You had fallen asleep after crying a little and woken up the next morning with a severe headache and a confused expression when you noticed that the handcuffs were gone and your clothes were next to you on the bedside table.


You headed over to your chemistry class. How convenient was it that you had to sit next to Stiles for the first period of the week ? You sat next to him silently opening your book to the page you were on. ‘’So how was the walk back to your house, Princess’’ He asked with a wicked grin on his face. You didn’t say anything back you just looked away, when your eyes landed on scott, who was looking at Stiles with an angry expression on his face. ‘’Would you just shut up and leave me alone, please.’’ Your voice was raspy and low as you fought to hold back the tears.


This time, when the bell rang you were the first one to get out of the class and rush to the bathroom. You heard Scott calling your name from the other side of the door. ‘’Go away Scott.’’ You were sobbing and questioning why you had even bothered to put makeup on. ‘’Look I’m sorry that Stiles was such an ass, but maybe if you told me what he did I could help you.’’ You opened the door and gave him a hug. You weren’t crying anymore. You told him what really happened saturday night, making sure to keep the details to a minimum. He looked pretty disappointed as he apologized for his best friend’s asshole behaviour.

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A week later, you felt better thanks to the pack’s help. Stiles and scott were eating together while you ate with the girls. You still couldn’t bear the thought of looking him in the eyes after what he did to you, but at least you were able to hold back the tears until you were alone in your room.

There was a party at lydia’s and as one of her best friends, you were forced to go. You told yourself that one night of socialization wouldn’t be the end of the world. You put together a cute outfit and refreshed your makeup before leaving for the party.

When you got there, people were already drunk. You made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. ‘’OH MY GOD! Look who finally decided to show up…’’ said a visibly drunk Lydia. You laughed and rolled your eyes before giving her a hug. “Alright, now enough with the hugging, go mingle!” the redhead said before winking at you and heading towards the living room.

You poured yourself a cup of rum and coke before going to look for Scott in the backyard. ‘’Hey Scotty!’’ He turned around and smiled at you and then, you noticed that Stiles was sitting in front of him. Your eyes met his and he instantly looked away, but this time something was different. He didn’t look angry or annoyed if anything he actually looked sad.

He got up and walked towards you. ‘’Hey hum, do you think we could talk?’’ You glanced back at scott who looked as shocked as you. You were very reluctant to say yes, but at the same time you wanted to talk to him. ‘’ yeah um do you want to go take a walk so we don’t get disturbed?’’ After he agreed, you both walked in silence towards the metal gate leading to the front of the house. You were pretty far from lydia’s house when stiles stopped to walk and sat on the sidewalk. He waited a few second, then mumbled ‘’hold on’’ and he removed his plaid shirt to lay it on the cement next to him. You sat down and thanked him, slightly blushing at the thought of Stiles being so nice to you. “No problem. I don’t want you to ruin that beautiful outfit.”

A moment later, Stiles turned to look at you. He was playing nervously with his hands, while you were looking at the ground playing with small rocks that were lying around at your feet. ‘’I wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other night. It was really- I had my reasons, but it was still- I’m sorry i’ve been such an asshole with you. I mean nothing can really justify tying you to my bed-’’ You looked back at him ‘’Can you please not say that out loud i’m trying to forget it, like really hard.’’ he looked at you with an apologetic look on his face. ‘’Yeah, yeah- um totally. Well, i’m still sorry for um- it.’’

You were still playing with the rocks when stiles got up. You looked at him with a confused expression. ‘’ So that’s it, you said you were sorry, you’re just gonna walk away and not talk to me ever again, You’re just going to leave?’’ He stopped walking and turned only his head so he could look at you from the corner of his eyes. ‘’That’s what you did.’’ He said this with a blank expression, breaking your heart.

You got up and dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks, but new ones replaced them. You spoke without thinking and said the thing that you had only told to one person. ‘’ You were talking in your sleep and you said ‘I love you’. That’s why I left’’ He turned to face you and he looked confused. ‘’Huh?’’

‘’I said , I left because-’’ He got closer to you and you could see the angry expression on his face.

‘’I know what you said, but do you even realise what’s wrong with what you are telling me? You could have just told me you didn’t love me instead of just leaving.’’ He was yelling and throwing his arms in the air.

Tears were still streaming down your face. ‘’ You mean like you did? Don’t you remember what I told you before we kissed the other night? Because I do. I told you that I loved you.’’

‘’Then why the fuck did you leave (Y/N)? WHY?’’ You had never seen Stiles that mad in you entire life. ‘’ You said I love you, it just wasn’t meant for me to hear.’’

Thinking about it made your heart shatter again. Stiles had been asleep for about thirty minutes now and your head rested on his chest. You were delicately tracing invisible patterns on his sin with your finger when he began petting your hair slightly. You looked at his face, he was sound asleep he looked so peaceful. He mumbled a few words before you could really hear what he was saying. Your smile faded as you heard him pronounce a name that wasn’t yours.

‘’ It was meant for lydia. You said ‘I love you, Lydia’ and that’s why I left. Because if I had told you, you would have denied it and i would have believed you and I would have fallen even more in love with you and-’’ You didn’t even realised how close he was before his lips crashed on yours.

He pulled you closer to him and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He licked your bottom lip to ask for entrance, which you happily granted him. It was like someone had set fire to you and the only remaining source of water on heart. Your lips were moving in perfect sync as your hands desperately roamed each other’s body with as much passion as Beethoven when he was playing the piano.

You stopped when it started raining cats and dogs. ‘’Come on, the jeep is not far from here’’ You both started running towards his car. Stiles was holding your hand, practically dragging you behind him, but you didn’t care as you were too happy to feel any pain.

When you got to the jeep, you clothes were soaking, so you climbed in the back seat to get them off, while Stiles was looking at you in awe. ‘’You know I’m pretty sure this is illegal.’’ he said raising his eyebrows. You playfully showed him you wrists. “Well arrest me then, officer Stilinski.” He looked at you with a smirk while pulling something from under the seat. “Maybe I will.” He clicked the handcuffs around your wrists while kissing you. “Just make sure that you don’t leave me here, this time.”

He looked at you before talking with a soft voice. “I won’t, because I never want you to leave again.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips before looking at you intensely. ‘’ No, this isn’t right.’’ He handed you the clothes scattered around the floor of the jeep and buckled his belt before getting out of the car and in the front seat.

You put your clothes back on and stayed there. You couldn’t move, you felt the tears rushing back as stiles glanced back at you. He muttered some words to himself before quickly joining you again in the backseat. He grabbed your hands and rubbed the back of them with his thumbs, while looking at you with a smile. “No, no, no. I meant this as in having sex in the back of my car. I mean- you truly are gorgeous and sexy and- I want you very very much, but I want it to be special, as special as you are t-” you cut him off with a kiss.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and slid one down your neck as he closed the space between you. You delicately massaged the back of his head with your fingertips while he pulled you on top of him as he lied down. You pulled away when you realised he had stopped moving. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ You moved so you were kneeling next to the car seat. You were both panting as you looked in each other’s eyes.

He sat up and slid in the front seat and gestured for you to do the same. ‘’ home. Now. i need you like now. ‘’ you smirked as you reached to put your hand on his thigh, but before you could touch him he grabbed your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. ‘’ don’t even think about it.’’

The ride to his house was long and there was enough sexual tension in the car to make the windows break. As soon as you got there you both jumped out of the jeep and ran inside his house. After noticing that his dad wasn’t home, he pushed you against the door, kissing you hungrily. His hands slipped down your back and on your ass. He took the time to gently squeeze it, before gripping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he placed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He carried you up the stairs and closed the door with his foot, before gently putting you down on the bed. He hovered over you and looked into your eyes as he pushed a hair strand behind your ear. ‘’ You’re so beautiful.’’ He grabbed your cheeks and kissed you tenderly. You smiled as he removed his shirt and threw it across the room. You then removed yours and grabbed the back of his neck to bring him closer to you.

You both removed the rest of your clothes and he rolled you over so you were on top, your legs on each side of his body. You placed his tip against your entrance and a groan emerged from deep inside his throat. He grabbed your hips and lowered you until he filled you completely, resulting in a moan from both of you.

You started to roll your hips, once you adjusted to his generous size. He removed one hand from your hips to rub circles against your clit, once he felt you clenching around him. Then, he turned you over and slammed back into you at a punishing pace, which made your eyes roll, and your back arch from the bed. “Stiles! Fuck- I’m gonna-” Your vision became blurry, as you felt a wave of pleasure pulsating from your core and spreading all over your body.

As you came back to your senses, Stiles groaned, while lightly biting into your shoulder skin. His pace became slower, as he fell over the edge. He pulled out of you and fell next to you.

Without a word you both crawled under the covers. You rested your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, before placing a kiss on your forehead. He broke the silence “So, how would you feel if I asked you on a date?”

Banishing A Toxic Person

I created this spell to banish someone predatory and toxic who lives nearby.

Items needed:

  • Black salt
  • Piece of paper with their name written on it
  • Black pepper
  • Bay leaves
  • Cloves
  • Dirt that they have been on
  • Nails, pins, needles
  • Objects that they have used/touched (ie cigarette butts, etc)
  • Jar
  • Lighter or matches
  • Pieces of broken glass
  • A picture of the person if you have one
  1. In your circle, put the dirt that has been under their feet in the jar. If you don’t have dirt, place something else with their energy on it into the jar. Add bay leaves and other banishing herbs that you have. Put the paper with their name into the jar. Hold the jar and charge it with their energy and essence, holding their image and name strongly in your mind.
  2. This dirt from where you have tread, be gone from this place.
  3. (Physical description of person) never again see your face
  4. Place needles, nails, pins etc into jar. “These needles, nails and pins so sharp encapsulate your sharpened heart.
  5. Place broken glass into jar. “As I add these bits of glass, you have cut your last
  6. Using a lighter or matches to catch a long paper strip on fire, light the flammable objects in the jar on fire. “Flames of fire ensure you shall never return
  7. With this black salt as I say your name, you leave this place and never come again“ 
  8. Throw in black salt into the jar each time you say their name:
  9. (Persons name) out the door, leave this place forever more.“ Repeat 2 more times.
  10. Be gone, be gone, be gone!
  11. Once the materials on fire have ashed out, put the lid on the jar and close tight.
  12. Go off of your property to bury the jar, and the spell is complete.
Away We Happened || 01

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: You’re everything he’s ever wanted but when you disappear, everything begins to unfold; a whole new world he never knew about because you’ve kept it a secret until now.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader + (another pair soon to be revealed)

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama

Word Count: 2,399


“Jungkook,” the way his name came out of your mouth made it feel like it was an everyday thing and he loved the sound of it. But, it was only his imagination that had woken him up. The sun blazed through the curtains as they would try to keep it from beaming in but it was a fail as it had shone brightly onto his lids. The empty bedside next to him was a sign of reality because you weren’t there.

It was like any other day, monotonous filled with tedium. He’d spare a few glances around his room as he sighed, his eyes stopped upon frames that were filled with memories and they weren’t supposed to be considered as happiness because they were all pictures of you. A fragment of his subconsciousness told him that he wanted to leave the thoughts of you alone but he couldn’t as he was already suffering without your presence and what else could he have done?

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Thieves in the Night / A Call in the Dark / Whisper

Summary: Second part!! Reader and Connor run away from home and now they make their plans reality

A/N: So this is the second part, as mentioned before, there r going to follow some more parts!

Warnings: writing by a sleep-deprived girl, maybe some steamy content, written by a 100% virgin lmao

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part 2
warnings: sexual themes, there is smut yo
he/him pronouns used for reader
**not really set during any time period, but obviously when thranduil is king + after legolas born, duh
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I was so freaking happy no less than ten minutes ago, then you had to shout at me and insult me and threaten me. Now Im in tears shivering because of you. I want to report you, I want to talk about all the things you did to me all these years to a therapist. But Im so freaking scared to, and It’s because of you. You make me sick. I just want to leave this place and never see you again. I hate you. I hate you. You’re not a mother. You will never again be my mum. You never were. You ruined me.