and what gets to me the most, as those words, “don’t let me be misunderstood” are playing, is how, like we’ve always known, sana is so, so observant of everything that’s going on around her - she picks up on every little detail,

and that is what the main focus of the trailer was.

you see sana, and she’s in the centre of the shot, with people dancing and drinking and partying around her - and she doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. she looks fine. she looks happy.

and she’s just silently watching everything go by, as it happen around her. absorbing everything in.

don’t misunderstand her for being a muslim girl at a party and feeling like she feels alone, don’t misunderstand the fact that doesn’t feel like she doesn’t belong in that surrounding, in that atmosphere. she doesn’t need the validation. she can be both things all at once: a muslim girl, and a girl who lives in the western world, and can balance both of those things, with a smile on her face.

don’t misunderstand her motivations. don’t misunderstand her. 

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 

The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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Serendipitous Fate 

Chapter 23 - Unofficial Preview (spoilers)

The most rational thing that Marinette could figure was that she was dreaming. Or maybe even in the midst of a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. That was the only conclusion that made sense.

Yet, it was the little things that contradicted what she would like to think was certainty. The cool feeling of the porcelain toilet lid seeping through her shorts and searing her skin like a burn. The familiar grain of the hardwood floor beneath her feet. The soft murmur of voices in the other room. But what was most jarring was the too-close sound of scissors shearing through hair. It wasn’t consistent like everything else. It stabbed through her ears like a dull, choppy blade—like being sick with the flu only to be shaken every few seconds.

She wanted it to end, but was afraid that if she said anything, she’d be forced to recognize what was real. So, instead, she stared at the floor as chunks of black hair fell softly down around her feet, the weight gradually lifting from her head with each sharp, grating slice of the scissors.

Her mother’s hands were gentle as they sifted through her hair, evening the strands and snipping at flyaways. Until, finally, the shearing stopped.

Finally, Marinette could close her eyes and convince herself that none of it was real.           

That everything was fine.

“How does it look?” Her mother’s voice, though even and calm, was nearly as jarring as the scissors had been. Marinette snapped her eyes open to see that a hand mirror was being held out in front of her.

Out of expected habit—because her body knew motions well enough to substitute for her lagging brain—she reached up and took the mirror, before holding it up so she could see the reflection of the back of her head in the large bathroom vanity.

“It looks fine,” she replied, voice rough from misuse. No more pigtails. Though her heavy bangs remained, the back and sides of her hair had been trimmed within millimeters of her head, so as to even out where Queen Bee as cut away the strands during their battle.

Queen Bee… The battle…

Marinette didn’t want to think about it.

She wasn’t too torn up over the loss of her hair—she’d had short hair before. Not this short, but it’d grow back. There were worse things, after all.

“Marinette,” her mother said softly, touching her shoulder. She sat down on the edge of the tub a moment later, so they were facing one another. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to think about it.

Changing the subject to anything else was better.

“You were Ladybug before I was, right?” she asked, despite already knowing the answer

Sabine’s hold tensed on her shoulder, before her hand fell away. Much like her gaze did, becoming distant as she peered to the side.

“I was. But that… was a long time ago.”

“You’ve known I was Ladybug this whole time,” she determined.

“I realized it shortly after your first encounter with Hawkmoth, yes. I’d know those earrings anywhere. And the ring too.” She took a deep breath. “I knew Adrien was Chat Noir the first time I met him.”

Which was before Marinette had known.

“The miraculouses extend their users lifespans,” Marinette went on. “How old are you?”

“Much older than I look,” Sabine replied, finally looking back at her daughter and able to wear a small smile. Yet, Marinette said nothing, and so Sabine gave in. “I turned 97 this year, one year younger than Gabriel. I was Ladybug for most of my life.”

“Is that how you and Mr. Agreste know one another?”

“Yes. Gabriel is… a very old friend. We fought together during World War II, myself, him, and… And we stayed together for many years after, the three of us. Then the four of us.” Reaching up, she touched her forehead, looking wearied. “Thinking so far back really makes me feel my age.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Reaching out, Sabine patted her knee. “I’m not nearly as old as some.”


i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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Are the cool kids still saying this? 

It took longer than I wanted to finish, but in my defense those roses are tricky af and I changed my color scheme several times. Still not super happy with it to be honest.

The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 9,279 (when i said it was long, i meant it…)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears


Request: this fulfills 2 requests but it will spoil it so i’m not gonna tell you…



It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend.  You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

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You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.

Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.

The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

dangerous love | pt.5

warning: smut, swearing, feeeeelings 

type: bodyguard!calum 

word count: 5,181 

a/n: i’m sorry it takes me a decade to update anything :( i hope you like this part, let me know if you want more. 

*inspired by the bodyguard (1992)*

part one // part two // part three // part four 

Your back fell onto the bed and within seconds, Calum was pushing your legs apart as he stood between them. You ran your fingernails up and down his arms, while his mouth was on yours, attacking it with bruising kisses. Arching your back up from the bed, you pushed your chest into Calum’s to be that bit closer. His fingertips danced across your thighs before he ferociously gripped them and dragged your body further down the bed, towards him. 

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A short one-shot inspired by Hiro Mashima’s art.

Summary: Sorcerer Weekly wants to do a spread over the wizards at Fairy Tail. Lucy’s looking forward to the simple photo shoot, but with Fairy Tail, is anything simple? (Canon verse)

Pairing: Natsu x Lucy

Genre: Humor, Friendship, slight Romance

Word Count: 2,133

A picture’s worth a thousand words

Lucy couldn’t help but scoff when she came out of her bathroom, seeing the fire dragon slayer sprawled out on her bed. “Are you really wearing that?”

Snapping out of his daze, Natsu glanced at his outfit, smiling when he turned back to his partner. “Of course! Don'tcha think it looks nice?”

Shaking her head, Lucy ignored the question. Today Fairy Tail was doing a photo shoot for Sorcerer Weekly, and everyone was asked to dress up for the occasion. Lucy sported a little black dress that hugged her curves comfortably and matching black boots while Natsu… Well, he went in a different direction.

Dark green pants tucked into black rain boots, his blue shirt matching nothing while his scaly white scarf hung loosely around his neck. Add that to his pink hair and Natsu equaled a fashion disaster.

Still, she had to admit it looked exactly like what someone would expect him to wear. He was always pushing the boundaries with his outfits. She had a feeling he was competing with Gray and his wild fashion sense, but she dismissed the thought in favor of fixing her hair.

Natsu raided her kitchen while she pulled her long blonde hair into two pig tails with black bows. She left a lock of hair free on both sides of her face to frame it. Smiling, she thought she did pretty well considering she didn’t ask Cancer for any help.

“How do I look?” Lucy asked when she walked into the kitchen, paling when she saw Natsu shoving a whole turkey leg into his mouth, bones and all.

“Hmfph?” he asked, green eyes flitting until they landed on the form of the celestial wizard. Choking, Natsu pounded his fist against his chest until his airway was clear. “Damn! Why are you dressed like that?”

Under his intense gaze, she blushed. “Master told us to look our best… Why? Do you think it’s too much?”

Realizing she misunderstood, Natsu shook his head. “It’s not that, it’s just…” He didn’t know how to say every guy -and probably a few girls- wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off her. He always knew his partner was beautiful, but today she looked drop dead gorgeous.

He had half a mind to kidnap her and keep her all to himself instead of going to that photo shoot, but he knew Lucy was looking forward to it. Why? He didn’t know. Sorcerer Weekly always printed articles about him, but he never felt flattered or thankful.

Of course his articles covered a lot of the damage he did to cities while on missions, but that was another story.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 21

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: So I reread this series last night and holy shit this has got to be the slowest slow burns ever. I’m so sorry lmao. Also, I know I haven’t been linking the previous part and next part in each chapter because takes so much time so I’m just going to put the series masterlist on each chapter from now on. 

Series Masterlist

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Dad Hat

Request: Older and married and finally find out she’s pregnant and cute + fluffy / “They didn’t just find out!  They already knew!”

a/n: hello all!! i have been up to my head in sociology homework this week, and most recently, celebrating the Patriots historic super bowl win!!!!! i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night/afternoon in whatever timezone you find yourself in!! and i’m also not ashamed that the first thing i thought of when writing soon-to-be dad shawn was him wearing a dad hat. so enjoy and tell me your thoughts 💜💜💜

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t know how you didn’t catch it sooner.  You had missed your last two periods, you’d been nauseous for the past few weeks throughout the day, and you’d been feeling more tired than lately.  They were the generic signs, and for some reason, they all went over your head.

           Normally, when you got nervous, you paced around your room.  And that’s exactly what you were doing now.  Shawn was in the studio for the day, so you were home alone to sit with your thoughts.  You knew when you would tell Shawn that he would be over the moon about you being pregnant.

           It would be your first child together, and you knew better than anyone else how much Shawn wanted to be a father.  It didn’t matter if you were having a boy or a girl, Shawn would be filled with love either way for your child.


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lolojaureguicabello  asked:

Hi,i love your blog,I spent all night reading your stories,Prompt idea remember when Betty suggests "Rebel without cause",and they just share a smile.Can you maybe add a backstory to it?

I’m sorry this is so late! But here ya go!

“Maybe… rebel without a cause?”

Jugheads head snapped up at her answer, shooting her his gorgeous smile, followed by an eye roll, the smile never leaving his face.

She looked back at him and smiled, she knew he was thinking the same thing as she was.

Flashback to six years ago, it was Betty’s birthday and she was turning ten.

Jughead could remember clearly the way she was practically shaking with excitement

“I’m double digits now juggie, just like you, and I can’t believe mom and dad finally said I could have a party with some of the kids in our class, were having triple chocolate cake!”

Betty was growing into herself, slowly, and that meant the baby fat all the other girls had lost by now, still was present on her body.

Jughead didn’t care, he thought she looked just fine to him, all the other girls looked sick, had they never had a hamburger.

Unfortunately for Betty, it gave the vicious elementary school kids a perfect excuse to pick on her.

Jughead was in the same boat due to his second hand clothing and enormous appetite.

“You know that’s my favorite bets, I’m for sure getting the first piece.” He teased

“Not on my birthday you’re not forsythe” she smacked his shoulder when suddenly her eyes caught onto their familiar red headed best friend .

Tugging jughead along she ran to Archie

“Archie! You’ll be at my birthday party tonight right.” Betty asked

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Hey jug!”

Jughead smiled at his best pal

“Hey arch”

They talked for the length of recess before the school bell rang.

The rest of the day dragged for both ten year olds.

Finally it was time for Betty’s party and he found himself in front of her door knocking with his signature three taps.

Alice opened the door and smiled

“Forsythe, come on in Betty should be down any minute.”

Alice was a great mom, and she loved Betty and her sister more than anything.

As he headed to the snack table his eyes caught a flash of pink and suddenly the pretzel he was about to put in his mouth was on the ground.

Betty was standing at the top of the stairs in a soft pink dress. Her hair looked like sunshine falling down her back in golden waves.

She was so pretty.

She finally reached Jughead, twirling around

“What do you think?”

He couldn’t speak

“Nice dress , uh real nice”

“Thanks” she beamed tugging him to the couch “let’s wait over here for a few minutes for everyone else to show up.”

Minutes turned to hours and suddenly it was eight o clock at night.

The party was over.

No one had shown up.

Suddenly the blare of a car horn drew their attention to the window.

There was Archie, getting out of Jason blossoms dads car and waving before walking into his own home.

Before he could register what was going on Betty was in his arms. Crying.

“No one came, no one at all. Not even Archie” she sobbed into his chest.

His ten year old brain didn’t even hesitate, he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed circles into her back “I know. I know”. After what felt like years Betty pulled away, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Thanks Jughead , for being here on my birthday, I can always count on you.”

Jughead didn’t want her tenth birthday to end like this.

“Hey the party doesn’t have to end here, there’s still plenty of snacks and I bet my mom would let me sleep over and we can stay up and watch movies.”

Betty sniffled, bringing her watery eyes up to him
“What movie?”

He scrambled to get up and move to their VHS case, grabbing the first one he saw ,he handed it to her.

“This one!”

She took the movie smiling slightly, her eye brows wrinkling in confusion

“Rebel without a cause?”

He had no clue what the heck that movie was

“Oh sure, that’s a great one! Well what are you waiting for pop it in!”

She laughed for the first time getting up and placing the movie in and moving to cuddle up next to him on the sofa.

For the next two hour they laughed so hard they cried, stuffed themselves with cake and eventually fell asleep wrapped up in the same blanket.

Walking into the living room Alice stopped in her tracks, smiling softly.

She was so grateful for her baby girls best friend, he had saved her a lot of heart ache tonight.

Taking out her camera she snapped a picture.

Oh shoot, she should probably call jugheads mother!

Sick - Request

Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:  Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,763

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.


Originally posted by caratomi

Have you ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing, overwhelming.

Have you ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her nose was blocked.

Have you ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.

Have you ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to carry the black berry around for a whole day.

But she coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.

To be a Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.

Eventually, their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock the information they had gotten.

“You look terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.

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Just Watch pt 2

Auston Matthews x Reader

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slight language, major cheese!

POV: Third Person

Summary: A sleepy and woozy (Y/n) leads to Auston confessing some things

NOTE: Here’s part one!

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It had been a couple of weeks after (Y/n)’s breakup, and nothing much had changed. She still went over to Mitch and Auston’s from time to time, still fought with the latter of the two boys, still cried a lot and still did everything she could to erase her memories of her past relationship. 

It wasn’t working though. 

No matter what she did, she didn’t feel right. Sleeping in her own bed was hard, instant feelings of regret washing over her whenever she got under the covers. The emptiness next to her, a constant reminder of what had happened. She was losing sleep as well as her mind. 

That’s when Marns asked her to spend a few nights, try and get some rest and try to relax. 

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Fixed Heart

Requested: From Set #1

Paring: Peter Parker X Reader

40: I”m feeling very emotionally vulnerable so just hold my damn hand.

41: “I ship us.”

45: “She’s hot admit it.”

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times


3 weeks ago.

“She’s hot admit it.” Ned said pointing to Y/n who was with her boyfriend Andrew, she laughed at something that Andrew said which made Peter jealous. He had, had a crush on her since day one.

“You know my answer.” Peter says staring at the y/h/c haired girl.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and Peter stood up and started walking past the group of people his eyes never leaving Y/n.

“Hey! Smart-ass come here.” it took Peter a moment to realize Andrew was talking to him.

“Oh_ ye-yeah?” Peter asks freezing. Andrew had gotten up and walked over to him, than grabbed his backpack off of him. He quickly threw it to one of his friends.

“Ok come on_ I-I need my backpack.” Peter says cursing himself for stuttering.  

“O-oh d-do yo-yo-you need this?” Andrew says making fun of Peter who walked over to Jackson Andrew’s friend who had his backpack he quickly threw it back to Andrew, this went on for about a minute until Y/n stood up.

“Ok cut it out guys.” Y/n says Andrew rolls his eyes and throws the backpack back to Jackson, and while Peter goes over to Jackson he throws it back to Andrew, and that’s when Y/n went over and grabbed his backpack.

“I said quit it.” she says scowling at Andrew.

“We were just having some fun.” Andrew says annoyed. Y/n turned around rolling her eyes and walked over to Peter, she smiled at him and extended it backpack to him.

“Here Peter.” she says smiling, Peter grabbed it his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thanks_ Uh yeah Th-thank you.” Peter says nodding and quickly walking away over to Ned. “She_ she knew your name…. DUDE!” Ned says excited Peter just nodded and grinned to himself.

Present Time

Everybody had been waiting all  night for Y/n to come to the party, it was half the reason that this party was so crowded. It was the only reason Peter came. Y/n had been invited to this party as a cruel joke. Y/n had been dating Andrew the captain of the football team, that is until she found out that he was cheating on her with Britney the head cheerleader. Once she found out she broke up with him and he turned around to date Britney, and that’s when Jackson, Andrew’s best friend. Decided he should throw a party, and just for ‘fun’ he invited Y/n.

Peter felt bad for coming he didn’t come to see her torn apart in fact it was quite the opposite the only reason he was here was because he wanted to make sure she was okay. “Why are we here?” Ned asks turning to look at Peter, who looked down. Ned and Peter were never ‘popular’ and they had their fair share of bullies who were here at the party.

“I just need to make sure she’s ok.” Peter says to his friend, who rolled his eyes.

In that moment everybody went quiet and Peter looked towards the door to see Y/n she looked confident but vulnerable at the same time. Jackson hit Andrews arm who turned to look at Y/n who was looking at him. He turned to Britney and kissed her. Y/n looked down then walked over to a corner of the room, everybody was watching her.

“Look she seems fine.” Ned says eyeing one of the people Peter knew made fun of him constantly. “Can we please go.” he begs. Peter sighed and nodded.

That is until he saw Andrew strutting over to Y/n. He wanted to use his abilities to help Y/n but 1- he didn’t have his suit and 2- Tony would be pissed.

“Hey Y/n.” Andrew said loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Hi Andrew.” Y/n says looking around her eyes stopped on Peter’s but then continued through the crowd, maybe he imagined that.

“So me and Britney are going to prom together.” Andrew says smirking at Y/n, everybody went silent at this comment, and Y/n had tears in her eyes.

“Hey everybody! Um- I-i.” Everybody turned to Peter who just realized he had just yelled out. “Um.” he had no clue what he was going to say or do. He looked over to see Y/n she smiled and mouthed a thank you. “Um I-i came here to party. Where’s the music.” Peter says and everybody rolled their eyes at him, but the music started playing again, after 10 more minutes Andrew finally left Y/n and Peter felt a small weight leave his chest.

“Can we go now that you are her hero?” Ned asks his bullies pointing towards him.

“FIne we can go now.” Peter says, happily. He turned around to fine Y/n standing in front of him. “Oh hi Y/n.” Peter says surprised.

“Thank you.” Y/n says softly, she seemed insecure at the moment which is you knew anything about Y/n Y/l/n she was not an insecure person. Peter looks over to see Andrew and Britney making out he scowled at them, Y/n followed his gaze and Peter heard a small gasp. He looked down to see tears brimming her eyes.

“Y/n are you_” before Peter could finished his sentence her hand grabbed his, “Um- Y-y/n what are you_”
“I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable so just hold my damn hand.” Y/n whispers out, Peter nods his head and tightens his grip on her hand, although he didn’t say anything. Although he had one question that he was dying to ask.

“Y/n if you don’t mind me prying. Why did you date Andrew?” Peter asks and Y/n’s eyes look directly towards him than over to Andrew.

“Everybody thought we would be the cutest couple and he was mr perfect. SO everybody shipped us. So I went for it. And the first month he was perfect. Than the relationship continued and….. It wasn’t perfect anymore.” Y/n says her voice cracking a little but her eyes not leaving Andrew. The music slowed down and Peter took a chance.

“Well would you like to dance?” Y/n eyes left Andrew and she nodded a small smile coming onto her face. “I would love to Peter.” she says and Peter lead her to the dance floor.

Y/n POV:

Peter held you close and you closed your eyes he stepped on your foot a couple times, and you had to admit he wasn’t the best dance partner you had ever had but the dance was_ perfect. After a minute you decided to lay your head on his chest, you felt him tense up for a moment before relaxing, you smiled a little to yourself. His lips were right next to your ear and you felt his breath go through your hair, and that’s when you heard in a small whisper “I ship us.” you pulled away and looked at him wide eyed he obviously hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You look at him for a moment and you can tell that he’s getting nervous.

You put your hands on his face and pull him down a little before placing your lips onto his, Peter slowly relaxed into the kiss and started to kiss you back, that when you felt Peter being yanked away from you. Your eyes open to see Andrew beating Peter.

“Andrew! Andrew leave Peter alone.” you yell and walk over to the boys. “Andrew!.” you scream and he looks at you.

“What the hell Y/n what were you doing with him?” Andrew asks pointing to the beaten up Peter.

“That is none of your business.” you spit out angrily. “You were the one who cheated on me! You gave up knowing anything about my life after you did that. So if I want to date Peter Parker than I will date Peter Parker!” you yell, everybody was watching the two of you and out of the corner of your eye you saw Jackson making his way over to you two.

“Hey Andrew let’s get going.” Jackson says trying to guide his friend away.

“You chose him over me?” Andrew asks. And you shake your head and laugh a little.

“You chose her over me.” you said pointing at Brittany who was now scowling at Andrew.

Andrew walked away with Jackson and you ran over to Peter. “Hey_ hey are you okay?” you ask kneeling down next to him.

“Yeah I’ve been through a lot worse believe me.” Peter says smiling a little, “Did you mean what you said about_ about you know dating me?” Peter asks hopefully, you smile and nod.

“I ship us too.” you say gleefully.

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