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anonymous asked:

I was sitting out on my apartment's roof when Nightwing landed close by. I was so sleep deprived that I just flat out asked him what he did to have such a nice butt. #onlyingotham #sorrynotsorryaboutthatdude #iwasntawakeenoughtothinktwice #butdamn #iwishmyasswasthatfine #youshouldtakeitasacomplementthateventheladieswantabuttlikethat

Jealous - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hi! Could I possibly get a Jughead imagine where he’s really close to the reader, they practically seem like they’re in a relationship. But he gets jealous when the reader gets asked out on a date by a guy she used to have a crush on and she accepts. (mainly because she had never been on an official date before and she thinks it’ll be nice.)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

I’m sorry it’s so short but I promise it’s real sweet!!!

Y/F/C/N - Your First Crush Name

It was pointless really, to argue with Jughead. He was so stubborn, he would just roll his eyes at whatever you had said and change the subject. This very thing happened when you mentioned that Y/F/C/N had shyly asked you out on a date. You were expecting a, “Be safe and use protection,” line, but what you got was pure anger.

“Why him, Y/N, I thought you had better taste!” You felt your face flush at his words as you looked around the near-empty diner to see if anyone heard. “What’s wrong with you, Jughead,” you whispered, “I just thought it would be nice!” He cocked an eyebrow at you, staring into your face. “Nice? You’re expecting nice from Y/F/C/N?!” You almost couldn’t believe him, if it wasn’t for your strong friendship you wouldn’t have been prepared for this type of reaction. You leaned over the table, peering into his eyes, “Why do you even care?”

“Are you serious Y/N?!” His voice was in a whisper, but you could still hear the hostility. “I care because you’re, you’re my friend,” the hesitation in his voice almost broke your heart. You thought of all the times you’d hang out with Jughead; in school where you would assuredly squeeze his hand when Reggie and his friends would walk past. The numerous times you stayed over at his house, luring yourselves to sleep by talking about everything and anything. One morning, you woke up before him and saw that, during the night, you had moved closer to him and his arm was wrapped around your waist. You felt tears stinging in your eyes as you thought of it all, because at the current moment, it felt like all of those good times were in your head.

“You sure, Jughead? That didn’t sound very convincing,” You pushed away from the table and out of the booth. You walked out of the diner and didn’t look back.

As it turned out, Jughead was right. Y/F/C/N was a jerk, not even remotely nice. The date itself started out okay, but when you arrived at the restaurant, their attitude changed. They acted as if they didn’t even want to be there. Towards the end of the date, they came clean and said that they only asked you out because of a bet with their friends. “Date the freak’s counterpart, that was the deal.” After that, you just stormed out, leaving them in the dust. Now, you were walking home, through the narrow streets of Riverdale. The night sky was covered in stars, not a cloud in sight. It reminded you of the time you and Jughead snuck up on his roof and made up fake constellations.

“That one is obviously Archie’s eyebrow,” Jughead said, pointing up at the sky. You had let out a giggle, “It is!” He turned to you and smiled, staring into your eyes. It grew quiet all of the sudden and the tension built further. “I could say something really stupid right now,” Jughead whispered, his voice weak as if he were nervous. You swallowed, still staring into his blue eyes. “Then say it,” you whispered back, “your kind of stupid is my favorite.” He smiled once more, mouth opening to say something when he was interrupted by his mom yelling. “What are you two doing up there?!”

You smiled at the memory, feeling your heart sink in your chest. You needed to talk to him, if not over the phone tonight, then at school tomorrow. You turned on the small bit of sidewalk that lead up to your house and almost started to laugh. You had auto piloted to Jughead’s house. You walked up the steps of the porch to the door and before you could even knock, it opened. Jughead stood in the doorway, staring at your face. You didn’t saw a word and you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso. He placed his arms at your waist, pulling you inside and out of the cold. Neither of you said a word as you walked quietly up to his room. You shed your jacket and placed it on his chair, walking over to his bed to lay down. He carefully shut his door, trying hard not to make a sound and walked over to you. He climbed on his bed, laying on his side to face you. You just stared at each other for a while, until Jughead spoke up. “It didn’t go well?” He asked and you just smiled. “What do you think?” He brushed some hair out of your face and he could see the hurt in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”  he whispered, and you just shook your head. “I should’ve listened to you, I wasted my first date on that nincompoop.” He let out a breathy chuckle and then he face grew serious. “That was your first date?” You nodded, but he just stared at you. “That only justifies how jealous I was,” he whispered and you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Jealous?” You asked, scooting close to him. He rolled his eyes, “I mean, come on Y/N, you’re it.” You let out a fake, quiet laugh and rolled your eyes. Jughead suddenly sat up, “You don’t believe it?” You sat up alongside him and shook your head, “Whatever it is, I’m not it. It sounds like unimaginable greatness.”

“That’s what you are,” he said, trying to keep quiet, “you’re great, but the best part is…” He leaned towards you, staring into your eyes, “…you’re real.”

It grew quiet as your cheeks blushed when Jughead reached a hand up to your face. Your faces shifted closer until your foreheads rested against each other. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Let me take you on a real first date,” Jughead whispered and you felt your heart flutter. You opened your eyes to find his darting between your gaze and your lips. “Yes,” you whispered back, and you leaned in, brushing your lips to his. He pressed towards you, kissing you for the first time. He had been wanting to do this all along you realized, and that night on the roof was as close as he got until right now. You pulled away, a smile gracing your lips, as well as his. “You were so jealous.”


Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!

Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

Keep reading

Dylann Roof Closing Statement

“I think it’s safe to say that someone in their right mind wouldn’t go into a church and kill people.

You might remember in my confession to the FBI I told them I had to do it. But obviously, that’s not really true. I didn’t have to do it. And not one made me do it. But what I meant when I said that was I felt like I had to do it. And I still feel like I had to do it.
And throughout this whole trial you’ve heard a lot about hate and hatred, and how much hatred I’m filled with and how vast my hate was. Well I don’t like what black people do. If I was really filled with how much hate I allegedly am, wouldn’t I just say yes? Why would I lie about that? It wouldn’t make any sense.

And wouldn’t it be fair to say that the prosecution hates me since they are trying to get the death penalty. And you could say, ‘of course they hate you. Everyone hates you. They have good reason to hate you’ I’m not denying that. But I’m saying anyone who hates anything in their mind has a good reason to hate. But I would say that in this case the prosecution, along with anyone else who hates me, are the ones who have been misled. 
Anyone, including the prosecution who thinks that I am filled with hatred has no idea what real hate is. They think..  they don’t know what hatred looks like. They think they do but they don’t really.

And from what I’ve been told, I have a right to ask you to give me a life sentence, but I’m not sure that would do any good anyway. But what I will say is only one of you has to disagree. I know that at least some of you were asked during jury selection.. if you were willing to stand up for your own opinion. That’s all.”

Peter x Reader Imagine

Summary:  After getting your feelings hurt by one of your friends, you decide to spend the rest of the afternoon at the roof of the building you live in, to have some time alone with your thoughts. However, Peter, who happens to live in the same building as you, saw you cry on your way home, and followed you to the roof to make sure you were okay. From that day, something sparked between the two of you.

A/N: I’m basically venting my feelings, something very similar happened to me today and I feel like shit about it.

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“Hey Y/N” One of your closest friends waved at you, as you emptied your backpack, leaving everything inside your locker. “Hey, you’re going to Frank’s birthday party?”

You frowned at your friend. You knew Frank’s birthday was today, and wished him a happy birthday in both his social media and at school. But, at any point, Frank didn’t tell you anything about a party or something.

“What? Why am I always the last one to be told about plans and stuff?” You asked sarcastically.

“Shit” Your friend muttered. “I-I thought he’d told you. He said he invited everyone from our group of friends…” He said awkwardly.

You felt your heart break a little bit. Did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the back or being left forgotten to die? Was it both of them? Whatever it was, it hurt, and instantly made you feel stupid for considering Frank a close friend, when apparently, Frank didn’t consider you as close as you’d thought.

“I-I mean…” Your friend continued, realising his mistake, and noticing how your usual smile immediately changed to a crooked attempt of smile. “I thought you two were buddies, ya know?” He laughed awkwardly, avoiding your stare.

“Yeah” You said feeling a lump in your throat. “So did I” You closed your locker and turned around, as your eyes became teary. “Gotta go, I might miss the bus” You said coldly and left at once.

Silent tears began falling from your eyes, as you avoid looking at anyone on your way to the bus stop. What an awful feeling, both anger and sadness filled you with loud thoughts, making you wish you could just mute the entire world and just be alone in silence for a while.

You sat on the very first seat of the bus, and looked out the window, hoping that everyone would ignore you.

“Ned, I’m telling you, Spanish isn’t that hard if you hand in everything in time” You heard Peter Parker’s voice, a nice and shy guy with whom you shared several classes, plus he happened to live in the same building as you did. You weren’t precisely friends, but, you found it easy to talk to Peter.

“I dunno, man. The teacher definitely hates me” Said Ned.

“Do you mind if I sit with you Y/N” Peter asked politely, as you shrugged.

Normally you’d greet both Peter and Ned. But since your eyes were fixed on the window, Peter noticed your weird attitude.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked you, sitting next to you, as you shrugged again. “Can I help you…”

“No, Peter. Thank you, but no” You snapped, turning around to see him in the eye.

You turned back to the window, wishing he’d sat somewhere else. You immediately regretted the way you talked to him. Peter was a pretty sweet guy, who always avoided fights or arguments. He didn’t deserve it. However, Peter noticed your teary eyes, and felt worried for you. Since you were always the cheerful kid who always tried to have a smile and something nice to say to anyone. Something should’ve gone bad for you to be teary and aggressive.

“Peter” You whispered. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s cool Y/N” Peter answered before you could finish. “I hope whatever happened gets better. I really like your smile” He complimented you, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You smiled softly and looked through the window, silent until your way home. When your stop arrived, both Peter and you hopped out of the bus, and silently walked inside the building. In any other day, you’d had a small chat with Peter until you reached your apartment, which was on the second floor, and Peter would continue to his in the third floor. However, this time you didn’t stop in the second floor, you kept going towards the roof. You needed some alone time to cry comfortably by yourself.

However, Peter knew there was something wrong. He was surprised when you kept walking up the staircase past the second floor. He left his stuff inside his apartment and followed you silently towards the roof. He remained behind the emergency door to the roof, and watched from afar.

You sat close to the edge, and hugged your knees close to your body, and began sobbing and cursing in a low voice. Hearing you cry, made Peter’s eyes get slightly teary, he never liked to see people cry. He couldn’t stand watching and felt the need to do something about it.

He walked into the roof, and closed the emergency door gently, so it wouldn’t make any  noise, and walked silently towards you.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

You flinched at hearing his voice, and looked behind you to find Peter, staring at you with a concerned face. You looked back to the buildings in front of yours, and gulped. Peter sat next to you, whispering your name.

“I-it’s just that…” You began, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. “…have you ever realised you don’t mean as much to someone as they mean to you?”

Peter moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer for a hug.

“It sucks…” He muttered. “Who…”

“I thought I was close friends with Frank” You interrupted him. “I really did. I’d message him constantly when he left to that exchange in Italy, I once threw him a surprise party at my place…I thought we were actually friends…”

“Wait, Frank? But you two are friends, aren’t you?” Peter asked surprised.

“I don’t even know at this point” You sighed, as more silent tears fell down your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He whispered, hugging you tighter.

“Frank apparently is throwing a party today with his close groups of friends…you can guess what happened next”

“Hey, maybe he forgot to invite you? I dunno, you should try to…”

“Yeah, Frank” you added sassily. “Mr. Perfect, who always gets pissed at people who don’t do their job in team projects, and is in like every activity the school has, and yet he manages to have perfect grades? Yeah, I don’t think he forgot about me” Your voice lowered down, as you spoke, as you felt that back-stabbing ache again.

Peter didn’t answer. But he hugged you tighter and stroked your hair. From everyone in the school, you’d never imagined it would be Peter Parker who would comfort you during a hard time. He kissed the top of your head, as an affection gesture, as trying to say “I’m here for you, unlike that asshole Frank”

“I’m going to have chinese with my aunt May tonight, would you like to join us for dinner?” Peter asked.

More tears fell down your eyes, but this time were more like happy tears. Even when things felt like shit for a second, now everything seemed to be getting better. Having chinese with Peter and his aunt sounded like more fun that a birthday party. You broke the hug, cleaning your tears and smiling at Peter.

“Sure, I’d love that” You whispered, as Peter smiled back at you.

“Now, that’s the smile I was talking about earlier” He said, as you giggled shyly. “Let’s get going to my place, and I’ll call May to let her know we’re having a guest tonight” He stood up, and offered you his hand to help you up.

After having dinner, Peter and you hung out in his room for a while. The two of you talked about endless things, and realised you two shared a lot of interests. You’d never imagined Peter was this cool, and you felt somewhat grateful that you’d had to go through some bad stuff in order to get to meet Peter. So, in the end, you weren’t as mad at Frank as you did earlier. Because of him, you were now having a pretty good friday night, chatting with Peter.

After midnight, you decided to head to your apartment, and Peter offered to walk you to it, even if it was a floor below. Peter asked you out, to have some ice cream the next day, and you accepted before you two hugged before parting ways. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter.

“Has Peter being this good looking the whole time?” You kept asked yourself over and over. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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Well, writing this helped me feel better, so, I’m glad. Hope you liked it, requests are open, since I lack of imagination *cries*

Blame [Tim Drake x Reader]

Requested by @clenf : “I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!! Can you do some REALLY sad angst with Tim maybe and break my heart? Please?” 

A/N: Here, here’s your angst. I’ve joined the dark side guys where are my cookies?!

Warning: Angst, Death


Tim may not get along the best with Damian but you had a different relationship with him. You trusted the other a lot, you had become like an older sister to him. Also because you’re not one of Bruce’s adopted kids who all live in the same place, you treat him differently than the others. Tim honestly was fond at your relationship with him, not that he’d ever admit that.

So, when he came to you asking for help on a mission you couldn’t help but hear him out. He told you about an abandoned warehouse where he believed some of Count Vertigo’s goons to be making a hand off of a new experimental version of Vertigo for a good chunk of change.

You were a bit hesitant when he said it’d just be the both of you after all of his brothers and Bruce had said it would be too dangerous to go in on so little information. You were about to decline for the same reasons but he guilted you into it.

“Fine, I’ll come. But only because you said we can handle it” Throwing your hands in the air in defeat.

“Great, thank you [L/n]. Just one thing, don’t tell Drake” he nodded at you, but you raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Why?”

Damian diverted his eyes from yours, “Well, uh, we haven’t gotten to do a mission together in a while and Drake would just come knowing his beloved was going.” You knew Damian thought of you as a sister but you never realized how much until now.

You smiled and nodded at him, “Okay I won’t tell Tim.” Not knowing you’d regret those words later on.

You were suiting up to meet Damian the night of the mission he had planned. Though Tim walked in and gave you a questioning look. “What are you suiting up for? We don’t have patrol tonight.”

He watched as you holstered your pistol, “I promised Damian to join him on patrol tonight.” Though he pouted at you, making you laugh “But I was looking forward to just having some us time.” Walking over to him, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his lips “Don’t worry I’ll be back later, promise. Then we can have all of the us time you like. I love you” saying before kissing him once more.

He had his hands on your hips, “Okay just be careful.” Reluctantly releasing you from his grip. As you walked over to the window with fire escape access. “Hey!” He stopped you as you had one leg out the window. He walked over and kissed you once more, “I love you too”

Smiling you kissed his cheek before slipping into the night. Meeting Damian on the roof of your apartment building.

“Ready?” He asked as you pulled yourself over the edge, feet landing on the roof. “Yeah, lead the way” gesturing for him to do so.

He began to jump roofs as you followed closely. Coming up on a warehouse that matched the one Damian had told you about prior to the mission. “This it?” Standing next to him on the roof. He nodded as you examined the area.

“We can slip in through those windows. I looked up the blueprints before tonight, there should be a catwalk that we can survey from.” Pointing toward a set of dark windows. Damian nodded before making his way over as you did the same.

Once there you carefully pushed the window open before slipping inside and onto the catwalk. You both looked around the area, “I don’t see anything. Should we drop down?” Looking at the boy at your side through your mask. He nodded and you both stealthily dropped behind some crates. Pointing your gun you peered around the crate.

“Clear” you whispered as he poked his head over. “Tt, I don’t understand. There was supposed to be a deal going down.” Damian said walking out from behind the crate. Though you heard a familiar click, “Robin get down!” You yelled both of you jumping back behind the crates as bullets went flying around you.

“Shit” You breathed before peering around when the bullets stopped, but the second you did they began again. “We’re outnumbered! You said there were only going to be a few!” Yelling over the noise of the bullets. “There were, they must’ve learned we were coming. This was a trap!”

You rested your head against the crate, “You call the others for back up I’ll try and pick as many off as I can.” Ordering while taking out a second gun. You were a pretty good shot having learned from Jason. Of which had made Tim a bit jealous and made it that much more fun, but right now was anything but fun.

Your arms extended in front of you, shooting off multiple rounds from each gun. Not knowing the number you had taken out. You had dropped down to fast to count. But your angle was terrible, you needed to get a place for a better shot. “I’m going to try and get behind those crates for a better angle.”

“No it’s too dangerous! I’m contacting the others now.” Damian argued. “If I don’t we’ll both be dead before they get here. Take this and draw their fire away, but stay behind this crate.” Looking directly at him, like you could see right through his mask. Damian nodded and took the ankle gun you had outstretched to him.

He held it before saying, “Ready.. GO!” As soon as he said that he drew the fire away from your path as you sprinted, but one of the gunmen caught on, landing a bullet to your calf and another in your forearm. You yelled before diving behind the other set of crates. “[F/n]!” Damian cried having seen you go down. Not realizing he had gotten a hold of his family.

“Dammit!” yelling through grit teeth. “I’m good” waving to him, tearing your sleeve off then in half, and tying the cloths around your leg and arm.

“Damian, [F/n] what the hell is going on?!” Jason could be heard through the coms.

“Damian and I were lead into a trap, we need backup now” You talked into the com, your voice strained with pain.

“[F/n] are you okay?!” Tim asked frantically, you smiled hearing his voice “Well I’m not comfortable, just get here fast guys”

“We’re on our way, we have your coordinates. Sit tight” Dick said.

Though right then another spray of bullets whizzed by. “Not sure that’s an option.” Pressing against the crate further.

“We’re on our way, hang in there” Bruce confirmed before the line went dead.

“ROBIN!” Catching Damian’s attention. He looked over at you. You pointed to your gun and gestured the way you were going to shoot. Signaling that he should come over when you start firing. He nodded. Signaling ‘1… 2… 3’ turning and shooting over the crates. As he ran Damian threw an explosive toward the direction of the gunmen.

Once most of the gunmen were down, you both moved to hand to hand to knock the rest out. You were both working well as a team taking out most of the men.

But after knocking one of them out you saw one of them sneaking up behind Damian. Knowing you were out of bullets you rushed over. “Robin behind you!” Yelling before pushing him away from the man. Catching the his arm, the knife inches from your abdomen.

Damian was still reeling from being pushed out of the way as you tried to hold the man’s arm back as hard as you could. But your arm was weakened from the earlier bullets. With one forceful lunge the knife plunged into your flesh and pulled out with a twist, making the blow that much worse.

Clutching your abdomen you stumbled backwards and onto the ground. “[F/n]!” you heard Tim yell after hearing a batarang whizz by, knocking the man out. “Oh my god [F/n]” Tim appeared in your vision, pushing down on the wound.

“Ti-” You tried to speak but were cut off by a cough, blood coming up with it. “No, no, no! You have to stay with me! [F/n] keep your eyes open!” Frantically trying to keep your fading attention. “Tim” you smiled up at him. “Yeah I’m right here sweets, hang on, okay?”

Your smile didn’t fade, “I’m sorry, I promised I’d come home tonight.” A tear streamed down your cheek. Tim had tears soaking his face, “No don’t talk like that” he shook his head. “We have to do something, now!” Tim looked up at the others who only gave him solemn expressions. The amount of blood you lost, you wouldn’t make it to the nearest hospital let alone the batcave.

“Tim” you said before coughing up more blood. “I love you, okay. We both know I’ve lost too much blood. I need you to promise you’ll live, even without me. Please I need you to promise me that. Let me go knowing you’ll keep living for me” More tears escaping your eyes as your breathing began to become labored. “Please”

He nodded, “I promise I will try my best. I love you so much!” pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too” saying before glancing at everyone “All of you.” Tim quickly pressed his lips to yours for the last time. When he pulled away the light left your eyes as your body went limp. “[F/n]! [F/n]!” Tim yelled shaking your body. All of their hearts dropped out of their chest.

“Tim” Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder “She’s gone” forcing himself to utter the words.

Sniffling he wiped his eyes, looking at you. Before turning to Damian, rage built up in him. “This is your fault!” pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Tim!” Dick yelled grabbing his shoulder. “What Dick?! It is, we told him this was dangerous! And he dragged her into this! He-he..” He stopped short, trying to hold back his emotions.

“Drake I’m sorry I had no intention of –” Damian tried to start but was cut off “Are you?! If you would’ve thought about the consequences this never would’ve happened! But no, you just had to because you can’t take a goddamn order!” Tim screamed, voice filled to the brim with rage, brokenness, and sorrow.”

“I-I” Damian stuttered, a lump in his throat chocking him. “No! I don’t want to hear it. I know we may not get along but I always considered you my brother, but now.. I can’t even look at you” Tim finished the conversation. Turning to see Jason had already lifted your lifeless body and went to get you back to the batcave. Leaving just him, Damian, Dick, and Bruce. Tim looked at Bruce and Dick, mumbling “Don’t follow me” before grappling out of the warehouse.

A broken man.

Leaving the others behind. Leaving with Damian with his head hung shamefully. What had he done?

anonymous asked:

could you do a scenario with bakugou where he thinks his crush likes one of their classmates so he confronts them over it but it ends up that they like him and everything's happy~? <3 love u btw

Bakugou Katsuki:

How anyone could get along with fucking Deku was beyond him.

How anyone could fucking like Deku make his blood boil.

How (Name) could have a crush on fucking Deku made him question every single fucking thing he knew about this life and universe.

Bakugou watched from across the lunchroom as you laughed at something Deku had just said and how his face lit up in embarrassment. Weren’t you both just such a fucking cute couple?

If most cases, Bakugou would not give a shit. He’d scoff at the brain dead person who’d want to fucking get with that… but he’d ignore it for the most part.

The problem was that it was (Name) who was crushing on Deku. His (Name). His sweet little sunshine child who could do no wrong and even make him crack a smile at their antics. You were supposed to be his!

So why wasn’t it him you were making jokes and casual conversation with. Why was it that fucking socially anxious nerd?! He was so much better in every way possible!

He was strong, he was protecting and he was totally in love with them! Sure that last part had never been said out loud, but he had at least come to terms with it. He loved you, but this was too fucking much.

He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why but as he watched you and fucking Deku accidently rub hands when you both reached for the salt, something snapped. He didn’t care that Kirishima told him he was catching his water bottle on fire. He didn’t care that the table fell over when he suddenly got up. He didn’t care that his loser friends were yelling at him to calm down.

The only thing that mattered was the shitty person who was crushing his feelings without them even knowing it.

The only that mattered right now was you.

He strode up to the table and kicked his leg up. He brought it down on top of the table, causing the lunches of the group to spill over or fall off the table completely. He sucked his teeth and lifted his lip up, showing his disgust.

He ignored Motor Legs and Round Face calling him out. He ignored Icy Hot’s cold glare. He ignored Frog Girl and the Grape Looking Shit’s upset eyes and gestures to their lunches.

What he gave his attention to was you.

You looked right back into his ruby orbs, holding so much shock and disappointment in his actions. He looked right back at the calm (eye color) orbs, his own showing anger and jealousy.

“We need to fucking talk.” He grabbed your arm and roughly forced you up from your seat. He didn’t mean to make it look so forceful or actually literally pull you, but he was so mad. He was so jealous… “Now.”

It was never a suggestion, or a question from him. It was always a demand.

He pulled you out of the cafeteria and through the hallways, attempting to find a closed space to talk this out and tell you to stop being in love with Deku.

Finally he slammed the door to the roof closed and let go of your arm. How clique… the roof with the love of his life. What was this? Some shitty anime?

“What was that about?” They shouted at him suddenly, their arms cutting the air. One of his favorite traits about you, it was so fucking stupid but so fucking cute how you talked with your arms.

“I’m sick and tired of you hanging out with shitty Deku!” He yelled at you, not missing a beat. These feelings had been bottled up for so long that they were overflowing from his mouth. The faucet had long been damaged, but now it was broken.

“He’s my friend! And it’s not your decision to choose who I hang out with Bakugou-kun! Izuku-kun is nice and is a great friend!”

He could feel his eye twitch.

Izuku. Izuku. Izuku

Not Midoriya

Not Deku

Izuku. Fucking Izuku.

You and Deku were on a first name basis.

Meanwhile he was still ‘Bakugou-kun’

Not Katsuki-kun or even just Bakugou.


“WHY THE HELL AM I NOT KATSUKI TO YOU? WHY IS IT SHITTY DEKU WHO’S ON THE FIRST NAME BASIS!?” He screamed, his emotions continuing to grow and his own body starting to lose control over itself.

You had seen Bakugou angry. You had seen Bakugou yell. But you had never heard him scream until now.

“What do you mean? You never let anyone call you by your first name! And I asked Izuku-kun and he said yes!”

“Well fucking call me Katsuki then! No honorific either! I won’t be overshadowed by that shit when it comes to you!”


He growled, making you stop.

“Katsuki.” You corrected yourself. “Why do you want to have a better relationship with me then Izuku-kun? Don’t tell me you… you have feelings for me?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!” He flung his hands into his hair and scratched his scalp in irritation. “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! AND IT DRIVES ME MAD KNOWING THAT IT’S NOT ME BY SHIT EATING DEKU THAT YOU LOVE!”

You blinked at his sudden confession and then quietly started laughing. You tried to cover your mouth and hold back the giggles, but they would not stop.

Meanwhile Bakugou was experiencing his own version of heartbreak. He had just confessed and his love instead of smiling and admitting they too had feelings instead started laughing at him.

For once he was silent and unable to talk.

“I-Izuku-kun was right… you’re so prideful that even your feelings come off as rougher than expected.” You walked up to him and cupped your hands on his cheek. “You’re such a smart guy Katsuki, but you’re pretty dumb when it comes to this huh?”

“W-wha..?” He asked in utter disbelief. What was happening?

They laughed again and leaned forward. Their lips met his in a short but sweet kiss. His eyes burst open and his hands trembled a bit. What was happening?!

“I was only hanging out with Izuku-kun to ask him about you. I’m sorry it made you so jealous… but I’m kinda glad so I could do that. I love you too Katsuki.”

He wasn’t sure if at that moment he should kill Deku or you. Either way… at least you were finally his.


This is a video uploaded to Youtube by an acquaintance of Dylann Roof and close friend of Joey Meek, Shane Kimrey. Shane died from suicide in 2014.

A few weeks before the massacre Joey Meek, who’s trailer Dylann had been staying in, took his gun from his car and hid it. “I thought he was going to do something that night, in his drunkenness,” Joey said, and as he went over it again, he started thinking less about Dylann and more about another friend of his named Shane, and what Shane had done in his own drunkenness.

Before the trailer, the Meek brothers lived in another part of Lexington, in a house in a subdivision called Ridgewood. Dylann had lived on an adjacent street, and Shane lived nearby. Shane often stayed with the Meeks, who liked having him around. 

He would stay for weeks at the house in Ridgewood, and when Kim lost the house to foreclosure, he would stay at the trailer, even though he had his own trailer by then. He was around when Roof arrived in May, but the two didn’t interact very much. Mostly, Shane drank and played video games. He was 21 at that point and saying troubling things that none of the Meeks took seriously. 

Kim (Joey’s mother) was the first to find out. She called Joey to say that Shane had put a shotgun in his mouth and killed himself. Joey remembers getting teary, and he also remembers not believing it and asking Dylann to drive him over to Shane’s trailer.

Lindsey Fry (Joey’s girlfriend), and Dylann stayed in the car, and Lindsey remembers him not saying a word or expressing any kind of emotion. Joey and his brother, meanwhile, walked up to Shane’s door, half-expecting to see Shane waiting for them, laughing that they fell for his joke. But then they were inside, seeing Shane’s blood all over the couch, and Joey was getting sick.

“Anyways, when I was in there I had grabbed his boots — they’re right over there,” Joey said, pointing to a pair of worn cowboy boots he took from the trailer that night as a memento. The boots were mixed into a pile of shoes in the bedroom where sometimes Shane slept, and sometimes Dylann slept.

3 am Showers

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

summary: your next door neighbor won’t stop taking loud showers at 3 am, and you finally get fed up enough to say something. But its just your luck that it turns out to be an avenger

warnings: none

It was like clockwork every night, the person in the apartment next door would take a long shower at 3 am and drop everything they possibly could. You didn’t know if they were just a class A klutz, or if they were purposely trying to wake everyone up in the damn building. Occasionally you could hear them singing along to whatever music was playing in their bathroom as well. Although you hadn’t met the man living there, you saw the luxurious furniture the movers brought in just a few months prior when he first moved there. You were lucky enough that your parents owned the apartment before you did, or else the rent would have been through the roof. Being pretty close to times square, you knew it could be anyone from a college student with rich parents or a celebrity that had moved in next door.

So instead out out-right confronting the person next door in fear of whoever it was living there; you tried everything from banging on the wall while they were showering, to dropping your own things while they were doing the same next door. Nothing worked. But you were damned if you let this 3 am shower thing go on for any longer. So instead of making yourself look decent, you stomped right over to your neighbor’s apartment once you heard the shower shut off. Considering the fact that it was the middle of the night, you didn’t bother changing from your tee shirt and workout shorts. So it was an interesting picture of you angrily walking towards your neighbor’s front door, and with the messiest hair possible.

After a few sturdy raps on the wooden door, it swung open. As soon as you saw your neighbor standing there, you regretted coming over looking as crazy as you did.

Steve Rogers stood there, towel clinging onto his hips for dear life, and nothing else on him but droplets of water from the shower. He had a few scrapes on his chest, and a small bruise on the left side of his face. It took a moment to remember why you were there in the first place, but then you hardened your face, “Listen, I think it’s great you’re an avenger, but you need to stop showering at 3 am.” You said and pretended to rub your face from being sleepy, but you were really trying not to look at his abs. He seemed shocked that you were standing in front of him, but it quickly turned to laughter from the man in front of you. “Why are you laughing?” You practically growled back at him.

“Sorry,” Steve had just a smile left on his face, “I’ve never actually had anyone besides the team tell me what to do, everyone just tiptoes.” He paused for a moment, “Do you want to come in, and maybe have some tea? I can explain all the noise while we’re at it.” Something about the offer from Steve Rogers was too good to ever turn down.

You hesitated for a moment out of politeness, but it was not like you were going to be able to get any more sleep once you returned to your own apartment. So you nodded, “Sure.” Steve let you in, and you sat on the leather couch in the front while you waited for him to get dressed. As you waited, you looked around at the simplistic apartment that he lived in. Everything was dark mahogany wood apart from the TV and kitchen appliances, and it seemed to fit him for some odd reason. Steve reappeared rather fast, and was now wearing basketball shorts and a loose tank-top. You had to admit, all you could think about was how hot he looked when he came and sat down next to you on the couch.

“So what is the problem, Miss neighbor?” Steve asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which seemed like a rare thing for spangly-pants Captain America. You’d only ever seen interviews of his on tv, and it kind of felt like a dream sitting in front of him in his own apartment at that moment. But you were still there for a purpose.

You sat up straight and hugged your knees to your chest, attempting to get comfortable, “Well, I enjoy my sleep and you tend to always wake me up.” You paused, and tilted your head, “Do you even know how much stuff you drop?”

Steve let out a hearty laugh once again, which made you smile as well. He lifted his head back up, “I’m sorry I’m little shaky when I get home from training, Natasha tends to kick my ass full size. Our training tends to run a little late when we have a mission coming up.”  You yawned while you nodded, letting him know you were listening. “I’ve seen you around here, why haven’t you said anything before?”

You perked up, “Well I had been trying other methods but they didn’t really work, but I’ve been a little curious as to who lived over here.” You said with a faint smile still on your face. It was good that you got your thoughts out, and you hoped that Steve would chill with the late showers now. You couldn’t help but notice how similar the layout of Steve’s apartment was to yours, except his was way more cleaner than yours. It also made you wonder why he didn’t have his apartment in the avengers tower like the rest of them. But, you didn’t want to stay past your welcome, “I think it’s past my bedtime, it was nice meeting you Steve.”

So with those thoughts in mind you made your way towards the front door, but Steve’s hand caught your elbow before you could leave, “Hey, maybe I can take you to dinner to make up for all the times I disturbed your sleep,” he stuttered for a moment, “Or maybe even to meet the Avengers.” Steve looked at you with hope in his eyes. It was rare for him to ever ask anyone out, and you knew this was his special way of doing so.

“That’d be nice, Steve Rogers.” You did a mock salute, which earned a hearty laugh from him. Turning away on your heel, you headed back to your own apartment, but before you got inside you yelled out, “I can’t wait to meet Black Widow!”


Author’s Note: I’m still alive, and here’s a piece to prove it! This is one is for the absolutely incredible @bookofreid‘s writing challenge. The quote I had was “It’s always easier to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission.”

ReidxReader. Agents aren’t allowed to fraternize, strictly speaking. But Reid finds himself thinking that for her, he’d be willing to break any rule.

She’s trouble. Reid can see it in those shining eyes of hers, in the shape of her smile when she looks at him. When she’s embarrassed and her cheeks flush ever so slightly pink, and she looks down. When he hears her laugh at one of his jokes for the first time, he knows she’s no good for him. Because in that instant he’s certain that he would do anything she asked him to.

Before he knows it, he’s stopping by the white-collar crime desks so he has an excuse to see her. He brings her croissants from her favorite store when she’s having a bad day. When she walks past and asks if he wants to join her for lunch outside, he says yes, even when he’s already made plans to work through his break. In vain, he searches for a logical explanation for this effect she has on him, some meaningful way to make sense of it. It’s simple, really. She makes him happy. And that’s a pretty rare thing to find.

So he allows himself to bask in the small joys he finds in each interaction with her, each conversation a form of indulgence. Even when it means he falls a little bit behind on paperwork, or puts aside an errand on the weekend. He can’t help it. There’s something about her, something that makes him think of his favorite books, the ones he would sneak from his mother’s shelf again and again to re-read, despite having them memorized. He would try to sneak them into the cafeteria in school, even though he wasn’t supposed to. They were almost addictive, but there was no crash of coming down when he was reading. Just bliss.

The only time it hurts, is when he reminds himself of fraternization policies. They could lose their jobs over this.

So Reid tells himself he’ll stay away, swear to it one night as he’s falling asleep, that this is as close as he’ll let himself get. She isn’t a puzzle or a problem or a textbook, he’s not bettering the world by breaking the rules like this. But then he’ll sit at his desk the next morning, and she’ll walk past and ever so slightly tap his shoulder. With anyone else, he’d be annoyed, but he doesn’t mind when she touches him. It’s nice, it’s so very nice, and forget the world, she’s making him better.

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anonymous asked:

I have another prompt if this isn't to much to ask 😬 but conceive this: an au where Lily and James run away to Vegas (or the England version of Vegas idk) and get married. They are dating a couple of months and it's a spur of a moment thing but at the same time it's so righhhhht <3

Dusty With Starlight | ao3

It’s a hot day in July when he takes her hand and asks her where she wants to go.

Anywhere, she says breathlessly.

She grips hold of his shirt, afraid he’s going to disappear right in front of her and pulls him close.

He’s always been her anchor, keeping her sane and giving her that stability and motivation. He’s the hope she has in the world. And, as she stares up at him with stars in her eyes, she could go anywhere as long as she’s with him. He’s dizzy just staring at her, she’s so enchanting and breathtaking that he still can’t quite understand why she’s even happy being with him.

He pales in comparison but it feels right with her hand in his, with her sweet lips and kisses that could melt ice caps and make mountains crumble.

He’s an avalanche and she’s the one lone cause.

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anonymous asked:

Hux and Kylo are gonna get married but then there is an attack and everybody thinks that Hux is dead and Kylo is married off to another general or something, but pretty much Hux is alive and he is gonna fight for Kylo and that redhead baby boy, that for sure didnt come from that piece of shit, husband thief, bastard.

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”

Jacey gurgles at Kylo’s singing, smiling and dribbling as his Papa smiles down at him. They lie together on the bed, Kylo curled on his side around his 2 month old baby boy, his fingers tickling his little chubby tummy.

“And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.“

In the low light of his bedchambers, the clear stone on his silver wedding band sparkles, but he ignores it. Curses it, even. It’s not a ring. It’s a cage, keeping him trapped and tied here, married to a man he feels nothing but hatred for.

Four harsh knocks on the door echo in the bedchamber, and Jace whimpers unhappily.

"Kylo.” General Vance’s voice booms from the other side of the door. Despite being grounded on the First Order’s newest and largest base yet, Kylo seemingly can’t hide from his husband’s eyes. “Is that child asleep yet?”

Kylo turns his nose up, skin crawling at the sound of his name on a foreign tongue.

“He has a name. And, no. I need longer to settle him,” Kylo replies through gritted teeth. “Just go. Supreme Leader will understand my absence.”

“Very well,” Vance huffs. “But I shall express my disgust at my husband’s disobeying his astute orders.”


Vance’s heavy footsteps eventually fade away as he walks to the meeting with the Supreme Leader but Kylo couldn’t care less. He props himself up on the pillows and lifts a sleepy Jacey into his arms before settling him down on his chest, knowing that the sounds of his beating heart helps the baby slip into a soft sleep.

Kylo kisses the top of Jacey’s little head, nuzzling against the gentle tuft of red hair, copper that shines just as bright as his Dada’s.


Stars. Kylo’s chest clenches at the mere thought of his lover’s name. It was almost perfect, they were almost there–and now, it’s nothing. Hux is dead, ship brought down in an ambush, and Kylo has been forced to marry another General, as though marrying Hux was merely a way of uniting Snoke’s strongest apprentice and his brightest General.

As though it wasn’t love.

Jace murmurs as though he’s about to cry, and Kylo hushes him with a quiet whisper and a rock, wondering whether his son is already attuned to his emotions. The baby settles, and Kylo sits up carefully, holding his son close to his chest before settling him down into his crib, tucking the little yellow blanket around him.

Kylo sniffles, feeling his lip quiver and a tear fall from his eye, wanting to finish the lullaby that Hux sang to Jacey when he was first born, and as he begins to whisper the final lyrics, Kylo swears he can hear Hux’s voice harmonising with his own.

“And if that horse and cart fall down, you’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town. So hush little baby, don’t you cry. Dada loves you and so do I.”

“–and so do I.

Across the galaxy, in a rundown barn on a backwater moon, General Hux finishes his lullaby, trailing off into a quiet hum, listening to the rain hammer down on the roof as he closes his eyes, picturing himself rocking Jace to sleep whilst Kylo sits beside him. It’s a memory, he thinks, kept at the forefront of his mind as a reminder of what he’s fighting to get home to.

That, and the deep craving inside his stomach, of wanting the pleasure of eliminating anyone who Snoke has deemed worthy of marrying Kylo and adopting his son, creating a unity between the Force and the First Order like he wanted to do between him and Kylo.

As thought it was just for his benefit. As though what he and Kylo had–have–isn’t love.

Hux reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black ring, a diamond shining in the centre. He’d designed it himself, wanting everything about it to represent the man he wants to spend his life with. Kylo; dark, bright, strong, beautiful. Features poured into this ring that he didn’t get to receive.

Hux puts it on, much too big for his own finger, and clenches his fist.

Perhaps what’s between them isn’t love. Perhaps, at this distance and with this much heartache between them, it’s almost love. Almost.

Purrfect Comfort

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Chronologically follows “I’m Yours.”

Chat bounded across rooftops, eager for his evening visit with his girlfriend. Girlfriend! He had a girlfriend. Secret, girlfriend, of course, but still awesome.

He’d been required to attend a Gabriel vision meeting that took all morning, followed by back-to-back shoots this afternoon. But the knowledge that Mari and her family would be waiting for him to show up for retro video game night was enough to help him power through. As luck had it, he’d been released early, and had wasted no time locking himself in his room and escaping his father’s gilded cage.

He timed a leap just right to catch a light-pole to swing his trajectory back up and to the next roof. As he closed in on the T & S Bakery, he slowed down and moved into the shadows. He’d always been careful to keep his visits out of the public eye. At this point, he was in far too deep to stop, and he had no contingency plan if things went wrong. He should probably do something about that, but to be honest, he was much better at planning on the fly. Ladybug was the team’s longer range strategist.

As he dropped to Marinette’s balcony, he was surprised how dark her room was. He peeked in, half expecting to see her taking a cat nap, but she wasn’t there. She hadn’t minded him coming in through her window that one night, in the rain, so it was probably okay. He tapped a few times, so he could say that he had, before lifting the skylight to lower himself into her room.

“Princess?” he said quietly, looking around just to be sure she wasn’t at her desk or anything. There was no response. Her trapdoor was open, and he hesitated at the top of the stairs, listening before descending. He could hear Tom and Sabine, but Marinette was being unusually quiet. A little worried something was wrong, he took the stairs two at a time, something he’d learned to do specifically because it irritated his father.

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