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Not This Time Pt. 2

Summary: After a blowout fight, Billy has to find a way to make things right with his girl.

Authors Note: This is long. Very long… Like… five pages long. I was listening to The Last Time by Taylor Swift when I wrote this… Now that I’m reading it back, I don’t really see how much the song actually influenced the way I wrote it, but it’s a good song period. So listen to it. Even if you don’t like Taylor Swift, you’ll like this song. 

I have decided that I’m going to take requests! I really have a hard time writing them, though! Maybe I’ll reblog some prompts and you can send them in. 

Thanks for the love on the first part of this! I love you guys! All feedback is appreciated (even if you hated it)

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  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
Robot Boyfriend

I got an overwhelming about of requests for a robot lover, which I was all but too excited to do! I hope everyone enjoys!


   It’s been years since you were in your father’s repair shop. You had made it a point not to since all ever being there did was cause you to stress eat for a week. You wouldn’t be here now if your father’s hadn’t called and asked you this favor. He needed you to be there and look after things, make sure that while he was gone nothing bad happened. You want to tell your father that something ‘bad’ always happens in his shop.

   You arrive at the shop and taking your first steps inside you see him standing there, all ten feet of his still as aggravating to you as the last time you saw him. This was the reason your father’s shop always had trouble around it. Some strange alien robot had crashed through your roof as a kid and ever since had been wreaking havoc on your life.

   He turns and looks at you, his glowing eyes scanning over you as a frown comes to his lips. You remember him being so frightening as a child, now all you see is an arrogant tin can. Sure, he can save the town and sometimes the world all he wants, he’ll never impress you.

   “Heff,” you grunt up at him as you set your bags down.

   “You,” he says simply with a shrug.

   “I’m just here for Dad,” you snap at him, “let’s just try and get along so he doesn’t come back to a shit show.”

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Two Nights Stand Part 9

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1722

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name.Aganst and cliffhangers 

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

“Well, well, well what do we have here?” You hear a woman’s voice saying. You pull away from Bucky, feeling embarrassed. You look at the woman, you recognize her from the pictures, it’s Peggy one of Bucky’s roommates, behind her is her fiancé Steve and they have a strange look on their faces. It was a mix between pride and confusion.

You feel like a teenager girl who was caught making out with her boyfriend by his parent’s.

Bucky sits up making you sit as well “What you guys are doing here?” He asks, he is still holding you by the waist, this small gesture gives you comfort and makes you feel less weird about this whole situation.

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Always You //  Ashton Irwin

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A/N: First, some warnings. 1) This was written in a delirious state at 1:30 am and an annoyed state in the day following 2) I have no idea, what I’ve done. It’s probably shit. I’m so sorry. 3) I think I’ve used “oddly” an “rather” more than I should have 4) I call Luke a bread stick…. Now that, that’s out of the way… Enjoy, I guess? I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I tried my best. I think it’s a little but different from the request, just a teeny bit. My best friend proof read this for me (thanks I would die without you). If there are more typos, then apologies. It’s not my best work. Anyway, have a great day/night! xx




The five of you had arrived at the venue two hours or so prior to the show. You had arrived at the hotel you were staying at a couple of hours ago, giving the boys just enough time to relax before their performance. You were now in the dressing room, playing FIFA.

You were squished in between Luke and Ashton on the couch while Calum and Michael sat at the foot of it. You and Michel were currently engrossed in a very intense match of FIFA. The two of you had your eyes glued to the screen, hands occupied by the controller.

“You’re never going to win Y/N. Just give up and save yourself the humiliation,” Michael taunted, controlling his player expertly.

You scowled at the back of his head, before turning your attention back to the screen, pressing buttons to guide your players. You’d played with the boys before. You weren’t half bad at the game. But you were yet to beat Michael- the dude was like the king of the game.

Both of you were fully devoted to the game, but with the press of buttons and experience from over the years, Michael had scored the winning goal.

“No!” You whined, tossing the controller on the floor as you cuddled into your best friend’s side. “I know you rigged the game.”

Your friends laughed at your antics. You grabbed a handful of pop corn and chucked them at Michael. Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Aww, don’t be such a sour loser.”

You playfully punched him in the torso before nuzzling closer into him, unaware of your boyfriend frowning on the other side of you.

Now Ashton’s never had a problem with your relationship and physical affection with the other boys. He didn’t mind the affection you showered them with. He didn’t mind the occasional hugs and cuddles you gave the boys when one of them had had a rough day. But recently, your physical interactions with Luke had bugged him more than it should. He felt oddly ignored and insecure during moments like these, when you chose to curl up into Luke rather than him. He shouldn’t feel this jealous, this angry. You were his girlfriend. Not Luke’s. You loved him. Not Luke… Right? You guys were just best friends… Right?

Your giggles at something Luke had said pulled him out of his reverie. Doubts were creeping into Ashton’s head, insecurities bubbling up. He got up, suddenly, causing you all to look up at him. He looked rather grim, the smile on his face a minute ago- not there.

“You alright, Ash?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He nodded distractedly, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed to the door. “I’m going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want me to come along?” You asked, siting up, peering at his disappearing figure.

“Uh, no. I’ll be alright. Stay with the guys if you want to.”

“Alright,” you answered, shrugging off his changed mood as pre-show nerves.

Half of him wanted to be left alone for a while, but the other half of him wanted you to come along. But as Ashton went out and stood at the door to put on his hoodie, he heard you laugh at a stupid joke Luke had cracked and he was off, biting his lips in sadness and frustration.


Ashton’s short walk had turned into a long one around the venue. He had stopped by to click some pictures with the fans that had found him and had lay in the soft grass for some while before finally deciding to return. He was in a slightly better mood. He was heading to the dressing room to get ready since soundcheck was only in a bit. Calum and Michael passed him as he walked towards the room asking him to “hurry the fuck up” and he sped up.

The door of the room was open a creak, light from the hallway slipping in too. As Ashton reached the room, he stopped when he heard voices. He peeked in through the sliver. He didn’t know what to feel as he saw you and Luke standing very, very close together before you moved away, smiling. With the seeds of doubt already planted in his head, he assumed the worst. Should he feel hurt? Angry? Both? He moved away from the door when tears pooled in his eyes but he wiped them before they could drip down his cheeks.

He slammed the door open, glaring at the two of you before yanking his hoodie off. He walked past the two of you, ignoring your questions as to where he had been. He pulled off his shirt and put on a slightly less warmer tank top.

You stepped closer to him, standing on your tip toes to give him a peck. Though right when your lips were about to touch his, he turned away and your puckered flesh met his cheeks. You frowned, confused. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he turned to Luke and rather hatefully spat out- “We’re getting late.” And then he was gone.

Through out the show Ashton had been very aggressive. He broke his drum once and his drumsticks twice. He also hadn’t conversed with the fans as much as he usually did. Every smile you’d sent his way through the side of the stage where you weren’t visible was returned with a scowl or a glare.

When the show and the meet and greet was over and the guys were heading to freshen up, you tried to block Ashton’s path. “Hey, whats wrong seriously?”

“Move Y/N. I’m really sweaty. I need a shower.” He said, not looking at you.

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” you answered.

“Y/N…” He warned.

“What’s wrong?” You repeated adamantly.

Rather unexpectedly, Ashton burst out. “Y/N, I said move. Stop annoying the crap out of me.”

You stepped back, surprised by his outburst. His yell earned the two of you looks from the crew and the others. Ashton sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked and came out raspy,”Let me just go, Y/N.”

Hearing the waver in voice, you immediately stepped aside, letting him pass. You looked at him as he weaved his way through the crowd of people backstage, wondering all the while what had gone wrong. What had you done? What had you done that you made him cry?


You guy were sitting in Calum’s room having dinner out of take out boxes when you were back from the venue, the work for the day done. Despite the conversations Luke, Calum and Michael made, an awkward silence hung in the room. Michael kept sneaking glances, eyes flitting between you and Ashton. Finally, curiosity got the better of him and he spoke up. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

Ashton looked up at him from his box.”What?”

“What?” Calum snickered tauntingly. “What as in why aren’t you both all over each other? You’re literally on top of each other after shows. I don’t know how you do it, he’s so fucking sweaty.”

“Well, I assumed she’d rather enjoy some time with other people,” Ashton sneered.

You turned to him, eyebrows drawing into a scowl. “What do you mean I’d en-”

“I’m going to bed,” he cut you off, shutting his box and placing it back on the table, food still unfinished. He got up to leave.

“No, you’re not,” you said. Your eyes followed his moments, as he shuffled around, grabbing his jacket, his phone and his room key. You got up from your seat as well “Ashton, stop being so fucking cryptic. Just spit it out!”

Ignoring you, yet again, he walked out slamming the door at your face. You gritted your teeth, eyes burning as tears filled your eyes this time.

“Uh… Did something happen between you two?” Luke asked.

You turned to him, glaring. “I don’t know, Luke. Does it look like something’s happened?” You hissed, sarcastically.

Luke cowered back, shooting you an apologetic look.

You sighed, muttering a sorry. You began to pace by the door, lips drawn between your teeth and panic flooding through your system.

“Did I do something wrong you guys?” You asked worriedly, running your hands through your. “Did I say something? Why is he so pissed off at me? Is he going to bre-”

“For the love of god, Y/N, can you please breathe for a minute?” Luke said, coming to stand beside you. He put his hands on your shoulders giving you a shake before he continued. “Go talk to him. That’s it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, he’s ignoring me.” You pointed out the obvious. “He won’t listen to me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Then force him to talk. Listen, if he doesn’t talk to you we’ll talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Michael piped in. “And if that doesn’t work we’ll take you to a relationship therapist.”

Calum made a face at Michael, before turning to you. “We won’t because it won’t come to it. Just go talk to him. You’ve talked through your problems before.”

“Right. Yes, I can do this.” You repeated, sucking in a breath before letting it out.

Luke gave your shoulders a squeeze as you walked out towards the room you were supposed to share with Ashton. The door of the other room shut behind you.

You were oddly nervous. Sure, you had had your fair shares of arguments with him but he’d never been this mad at you. You’d never made him cry.

You knocked on the door of the room twice, eyes focused on the carpeted hallway. “Ashton? Open up, please.” You said, softly knowing that he was listening.

He didn’t reply. Neither did he come to unlock the door, despite all the moving you could hear him doing inside. “Ash, babe, please.”

Still nothing.

“You know I’m sharing a room with you any way, so you have to let me in anyway.”

You heard the lock turn, and his face popped into view. “Really? Because I thought you’d rather sleep with Luke.”

You frowned. “Why would I want to sleep with Luke?”

“I don’t know. You had no problem kissing him today.”

Your jaw went slack and a look of pure confusion overtook your face. “What the fuck are you on about? When did I kiss Luke?”

He was about to shut the door again, but you put your foot in between, wincing at the pressure. He was shutting you out again, quite literally as well as emotionally. You pushed on the door, slipping in and past him.

“No, we are talking about this.” You said, enunciating each word. You slammed the door behind you, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

“There’s nothing to-”

“Cut the shit Ashton!” You yelled, frustratedly. “You’re literally accusing me of cheating! That too with Luke! Your band mate!”

“Well didn’t you?” He screamed right back. His eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw was gritted and hands clenched into fists.

“When the hell did you see me kissing him? Because I clearly don’t remember doing so, ever. So if you can jog my memory it would be really helpful.” You spat, moving inside.

Ashton followed you. “I saw you… And him. In the dressing room. You were standing so cl- close to him and you were smiling. And-”

You scoffed. “And you assumed I cheated on you with one of your best friends. That’s what you think of me, Ashton? That’s what you think of your girlfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?” Ashton whimpered. When you looked up at him his orbs were filled with tears again. He plopped on the bed, dropping his head into his palms. “I mean you’re always so close with him. You’re always with him.”

“Ash-”

“No. Please, let me finish,” he sniffed, wiping the tears that had spilled. “You always choose to be with him. You choose to sit next to him even when I’m there. You choose to cuddle into him, you choose to joke around with him, you choose to make fun of him. Not me. You choose to talk to him when you’re upset. You choose to go have fun with him. Not me. It’s like you- It’s like you choose to love him. And not me. Not me.”

By now Ashton was sobbing, and tears were rolling down your cheeks too.

“But- I don’t blame you. You’ve known him your entire life. He’s talented- plays mean tunes on that guitar. he’s good looking. He’s charming. He’s everything I am not and more. Maybe I’m just not enough to deserve you. Maybe I’m not as good to deserve your love. Maybe I was stupid enough to try in the first place. Maybe I am not good enough.

You shook your head, sitting beside him, the mattress bending under your weight as you sat down. You reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away. So you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “No. No. You listen to me, alright? Listen to me carefully, okay?”

You pressed your lips to the side of his forehead, holding his shaking body as close as you could. You moved your face closer to his ear. “I love you. I fucking love you. No, I didn’t kiss Luke. I can’t ever kiss anyone ever, but you. I will only ever want to kiss you. I only want to feel your lips against mine, okay? And I will never in a million years leave you, or stop loving you. And you deserve me. You probably deserve better than me. Not someone who doesn’t give you attention. But I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you. I will always want to cuddle you, or laugh with you or have the time of my life with you. And I will be selfish, because although you deserve better, I want you all to myself.”

You grabbed his face in your palms, turning it towards you. You looked into his green eyes, red and glazed. “And I love you more than any thing in this whole damn world. I love you because you make feel more wanted than anyone ever has and ever could. I love you because you put the stars in my fucking sky. I love you because you look at me and all I see is love.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you because you listen to me ramble about the most boring things.” You kissed his left cheek. “I love you because you laugh at all my bad jokes.” A peck on his right cheek. “I love you because you let me steal all your shirts and hoodies.” On his nose. “I love you because you let me play your drums and you play them better than anyone ever can. And I love that.” On the corner of his lips. “I love you because you hold me like we’r in our own world, like everything will always be okay.” On the other corner of his lips. “I love you because you’re Ashton Fletcher Irwin and I wouldn’t ever want to love anyone else.”

You pressed your lips against his softly. At first he didn’t move- the two of you felt everything, every crease, every torn skin of your lip brushing against the other’s. And then he turned his body to face you completely, a hand grabbing your waist while the other went into your hair. His eyes were closed, forehead still against yours ass he pushed you into the mattress. “You love me, right? Not Luke?”

“Not Luke, that dude looks like a fucking bread stick.” You smiled, fingers grazing his jaw, up and down. “Only you. Always you.”

Ashton giggled and then asked. “You never kissed him?”

You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Never had and never will. No one but you.”

He moved his face, lips brushing lightly against yours. “And you’ll always love me?”

“Always and forever.” You answered.

“You promise?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Yes, you adorable noob. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Meeting Zalfie || Joe Sugg Imagine

“Love you ready to travel down to meet my family?” Joe says trapping me in his arms, kissing the side of my head softly.

“I’m never going to be ready,” I mumble, attempting to break away from his grasp, but Joe being Joe, he doesn’t let me instead squeezing me into his chest tighter.

“It’s all going to be perfect,” He whispers kissing my cheek, letting me go and walking to his room grabbing our bags and taking them down to his car. Joe was going to drive us down to Brighton so that I could meet his sister, Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie We were going to be staying with Zoë for a few days. I had been so nervous to meet his family, fear of rejection plaguing my thoughts.

“I’m leaving with or without you so I suggest you get you cute little ass down here and come meet my family with me,” Joe yells into his apartment, I chuckle softly putting my phone into my pocket making my way out of his apartment locking the door. I follow Joe, he opens the car door for me. I grin up at him and stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step into the car and sit down. Joe makes his way into the car and we begin our journey to the Zalfie household.

“Are you stressed about today?” Joe asks I jump slightly, we had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I nod my head slowly, “Yeah, a little, but its normal, I think,” I trail off giggling softly, Joe brings a joined hands up to his face. He presses his lips to the back of my hand softly. I feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around, goes insane. A wave of emotion hits me like a truck.

“Hey Joe,” I say softly after a few more minutes of quiet driving, He hums in response, “I love you.” We hadn’t said that we loved each other yet, we just knew.

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of him before he realizes what I’ve said. He looks over at me grinning widely, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He continues to smile and lean towards the steering wheel a shy smile gracing his features. He looks back to me, “I love you too,” is all he says, we go back to sitting in silence, my hand still held tightly in his.

A few hours later we arrive at the Zalfie household the nerves build back up, but I bury them when I see the excitement evident on my gorgeous boyfriend’s face. I watch as he eagerly makes his way around to me taking my face into his hands kissing me softly, I grin into our kiss knowing what it meant.

“Are you guys just going to make out in my front yard or are you going to come inside and say hello?” I jump away from Joe, blushing when I realize that it was Zoe.

“Wow Zo, Killing my game much,” Joe chuckles making his way over to his sister embracing her. I slowly make my way over to where the two are stood, I wrap my arms around my waist not knowing what to do with myself. Joe pulls away from Zoe, and takes a step towards me taking my hand in his, he always seems to know what to do when I need him to something.

“Hello Y/N, it’s nice to finally get to meet you, I’m sure you’re aware that I’ve heard of you,” She giggles softly, “Please come inside make yourself right at home.” she says opening the door for me to step through, I look back at Joe watching as he nods “I’ll be in soon love, just need to get our bags,” I look back to Zoe smiling and following her inside, once we’re inside her living room, she takes me into her arms making me laugh slightly, “Thank you,” she whispers into my ear.

“For what?” I finally use my voice.

“You make my brother so happy, I’m so glad that you both found each other,” She lets go of me tears gathered in her eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” I say panic evident on my face, she laughs softly.

“You’re as bad with emotions as Joe is,” She smiles over at me.

“You’d be surprised on how romantic your brother is, well normally, I was the first to say I loved him, which was in the car on the way here,” I nervously babble out.

“Wait you guys said that you loved each other for the first time today?” She asks staring at me with her mouth open.

“Uh,” I trail off, “Yeah?”

She bursts out laughing. “You guys are so cute, Hey Alf come here!” She calls out to Alfie.

I see a tall man make his way into the room that Zoe had led me into. “Hello, I’m Alfie, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N,” Alfie says hugging me.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say stepping back from the couple, Joe make is way into the room, and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

“I love you,” He whispers kissing my cheek, making my blush a deep red.

“So Y/N I feel like as your future sister in law I’m legally obligated to tell you embarrassing stories about Joe,” Zoe says laughing when Joe groans burying his face in my neck. I laugh and nod my head, “Please do, Then I can tell you stories of our relationship,” I wink at her.

“Oh my God, Yes!” She takes my hand in hers and drags me away from the boys, “Come with me,”

I giggle following her into her second living room, we sit on the floor and that’s where we sit swapping stories for hours, eventually, our girl talk being crashed by our respective boyfriends.

“So do the fans know yet?” Alfie asks. Joe nods his head, “She basically lives at my housemate, if they didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to vlog,” He chuckles kissing the side of my head quickly.

“We’ve known about you for ages Y/N/N, Joseph hasn’t been hiding you from us, Alfie is just trying to figure out the rules for videos,” Zoe says laughing.

“Yeah this kid doesn’t shut up about you, like ever,” Alfie laughs at Joe’s obvious embarrassment. I spin my head to the man that’s sitting next to me, I raise an eyebrow, he looks down to his jeans, “Like what?” I direct the question to Alfie seeing how red I can get my boyfriend’s cheeks. I watch as his eyes snap up to Alfie and widen, the red on his cheeks becomes more apparent. Alfie, Zoe and I all burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell her mate,” Joe warns, challenging Alfie with his eyes.

“Why not buddy? I’m sure Zoe and Y/N would love to hear that story,” Alfie laughs. I turn my gaze away from my Boyfriend and place my eyes on Alfie.

“Okay, now you actually have to tell me,” I say concern flashing over my face, Zoe’s face is locked on Joe’s, “What happened?” I glance over each face.

“Mate, I’m going to have to tell her,” Alfie says, worry clear in his eyes.

“I’m right here, I can hear you,” I feel anxiety bubble in my chest.

“Fine, but if she breaks up with me I’m going to beat your ass,” Joe mumbles laying his body down. Joe wraps his arms around my waist, calming me down. He loves me.

“Okay so before you guys got together Joe, Marcus and myself went away, and during them few days, he wouldn’t shut up about this girl that he had met, Y/N, but the thing is is that he thought that you were into Caspar,” Alfie says, I laugh softly.

“That’s really all that you didn’t want me to know?” I look down at my boyfriend who shakes his head ‘no’, I bite my lip.

“I didn’t want him to tell you, how he helped me plan our first date, but since we’re on the topic of things I didn’t want you to know, I didn’t say 'i love you’ first because I still think you’re joking about being into me,” He says standing up and walking out of the room. My mouth falls open, tears prick my eyes.

“Uh, I’ll go talk to him,” I mumble following him up to the guest bedroom.

“Joe? What was that?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms are bracing him against the wall.

“Please just pretend you don’t know how insecure I am,” He mutters spinning around to face me.

“I love you, insecurities and all,” I say standing on my tip toes to kiss him, “Now please have a good time, and relax a little, I like knowing all the little things about you,” I wink.

Instead of saying anything he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is sweet and innocent. We are hopelessly in love. I pull away from him and hold his face in mine, “By the way you’re way hotter than Caspar,” I wink making my way down the stairs back to where Zoe and Alfie are sat. I smile at them subtly letting them know that he was alright, “He’s okay,”

I watch as the two look to each other and back up to me, “What?”

“He loves you a lot, but I’ve never seen him be so un-Joe-like before, He’s a completely different person,” Zoe says, a small frown gracing her features. I feel the anxiety bubble in my chest again, “Is that a bad thing?”

Her eyes speak the words she’s too afraid to say, “Oh,” is all I say, picking up my phone from her coffee table, “I’ll be back soon, I’m just going for a walk,” I exit the house before she or Alfie can stop me.

I turn my phone off when I can no longer see the house, tears well up in my eyes. I let my feet take me in any direction they choose and before I know it I’m at the sea, I take a deep breath. The smell and sound of the ocean are so calming to me. I take a step onto the beach and sit on the stones. I feel the tears begin to fall, I lay my back down on the stones and think about Zoë, is she right? had I changed Joe? I’m a bad person, I don’t deserve him. I lay there for a while longer with my eyes closed. I open them after I had finished crying and sit up when I notice that it’s dark out.

“Well fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I turn my phone back on and notice that I have fifteen missed calls from Joe. I hear the sound of steps on the stones.

“I wish you hadn’t of left you know?” I here Zoe’s voice say, “You sent my brother into quite the anxiety attack.” I glance up at her and back to the sea in front of me.

“I-i,” I attempt to talk but Zoe cuts me off.

“I really like you, I love you and Joe, But it’s weird seeing him so in love,” She says sitting down next to me, “I told him that you’d be here, I can tell that it’s your safe place as well as mine, but that boy was far too upset to listen to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Is all I say.

“He loves you so much. I’m sorry if I said something that offended you, but all I meant by it was that you are both acting ways too grown up for your age, Hell you’re what? 22? Joes 25. You guys are both already better adults than I am,” She laughs making me laugh, “But please just try and have fun, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone,” I nod my head.

“He’s my other person,” I say shrugging, “Have you met your brother? I don’t think that he’s mature at all,” I chuckle.

“You ready to come home now?” Zoe asks standing up, holding her hand out for me to take, “I drove so we won’t freeze getting home.”

I smile and take her hand standing up. I hug her, “Thank you Zo,” We make our way to her car and back to her house.

Joe is stood out the front, worry evident on his face. I step out of the car and make my way over to Joe,  "Why did you leave?“ He asks pulling me into his chest.

"I just wanted to go for a walk,” is all I say, not wanting him to feel like I don’t like Zoe. I lean up to kiss him softly, “I’m okay,”

“You turned your phone off,” He pouts, I look around and notice that Zoe has gone inside to Alfie.

“I’m okay, you’re okay, let’s go inside and do something with your sister that doesn’t involve either of us walking off,” I chuckle taking his hand, pulling him inside after me.

Stood Up

As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!

Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead

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Requested by: anonymous.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”

You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.

Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful. 

Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.

When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead. 

It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.

“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N… it’s about Archie…” 

You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.

You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze. 

“What?”

“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”

Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?

“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him. 

“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”

You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.

“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.

“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.

“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.

“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.

Archie stared desperately at you. 

“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. 

“Wha- why?”

“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes. 

“Y-Y/N… I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.” 

You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” 

Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.

“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered;  “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”


Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.

Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.

When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”


There ya guys go! Part 3?

INTRUDER JUNGKOOK PART 2

Read part 1 here 

*not edited*

Warning: Smoking and violence.



You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.

“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”

At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.

“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.

You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.

“Watch your tongue, bitch.”

You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…

“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.

“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”

“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.

“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”

You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.


Until Jungkook comes.


You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.

If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.

You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.



You let out a silent cry.

You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.

“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.

“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.

He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.


The bartender shrugged.  “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”


He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.

“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.

Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.

Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard.
You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.

“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.

Jungkook.

It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.

You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.


Oh hell no.


You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you.  You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender  without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”

As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp. 

Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented,  but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.

“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”

Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.

“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”

Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”

Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”

You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.

“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.

You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”

Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.

“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”

Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”

Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”

You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy  up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.

Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”

You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.

He shook his head as he held on tighter.

“Never again.”



Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds. 

send me your love guys, im really exhausted. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! SEND THEM IN NOW!

much love, 

Inferno-loop

anonymous asked:

9

9. “Don’t ask me that.”

In which Harry’s been distracted and forgets your anniversary.


Everything is a mess, and it has been for months. You’ve been able to feel Harry drifting further from you. He hasn’t spent time with you since he got back from tour, and now you’re hanging on by a thread. He’s fucked up royally.

Harry’s been gonna all day, since before you woke up. Maybe he had work to do, but now it’s five minutes to midnight. He’s missed the entire day, and not just any day, but your anniversary, for fuck’s sake. Feeling a rift between you is one thing, but realizing that there’s no more effort being put into the relationship is another.

Your fingers click the TV off and then swipe at your eyes, collecting the tears that have been been pouring from you for the past twenty minutes. You rise from the couch just as the front door opens and closes. Harry tromps through the hallway with a chuckling Nick on his tail. When he enters the room, it’s 12:01 and far too late.

“Hey, Nick’s gonna stay over,” he says casually. Making some other joke that has his buddy cackling.

“Oh, you okay, Y/N?” Nick asks as his laughter dies out. The smile on his face is replaced by a concerned frown. Harry turns to look at you, grin still hinting at the corners of his lips.

“Can I talk to Harry alone for a minute, Nick?” you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact with either of them. You feel very small and unimportant right now.

“Yeah, sure,” he answers hesitantly, backing away toward the hallway. “I’m just gonna change my clothes.”

You’re left alone with Harry, and his smile has faded to confused curiosity.

“Is this ‘bout Nick spending the night? He drank a li'l too much ‘n-”

“That’s not what this is about, Harry,” you interrupt, shaking your head. “Do you know what yesterday was?”

“Uh, Saturday?”

“It was our anniversary, Harry.”

He stares at you with a blank face for a long while and then lets out an exasperated breath.

“Fuck’s sake,” he whispers, pushing a hand through his hair. “’M sorry, I-”

“Do you want me to pack my things?”

“Wha’?” His face falls into an expression of shock as his hand falls back to his side. Your throat is starting to close up and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to keep yourself from crying again.

“Do you want to end this?”

“Don’.” Harry shakes his head slowly. “Don’ ask me that.”

“Why? It really seems like you do.”

“Y/N, Christ!” He takes a step toward you and holds out his hands cupping your jaw. His rings are cold against your heated skin. “I don’ want yeh t’ leave, no,” he whispers, thumbs brushing at the tears that stain your cheeks.

“What’s happening to us?”

“Baby,” he says with a sigh, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “I dunno. I dunno, but we can fix it. Please, let me fix it.”

“Harry, I don’t-”

“Y/N, don’ give up on me,” he says firmly, shaking his head and holding you away from him. His eyes are wild, brows tugged together. “I can fix it. ’M sorry. I’ve been distracted and I forgot our anniversary—fuck, I forgot our anniversary.” He drops his head and closes his eyes. You’re silent while he collects himself.

“I’ll make it up t’ yeh,” he whispers when he lifts his head again. “I’ll make all of it up t’ yeh. We can celebrate when we wake up and I can fix it. Please.”

“Okay,” you agree without missing a beat. You’re not ready to let him go, despite everything that’s been going on. You nod and rub your eyes gently. “Okay.”

“Thank yeh, m’ love.” Harry presses a hard kiss to your forehead and wraps you in his arms again. “Had me scared.”

Nick enters the room again wearing an old pair of Harry’s pajama pants. He smiles when he sees the two of you hugging.

“Everything good, then? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Everything’s okay,” you answer, pulling away briefly before Harry yanks you back to him.

Nick grins and passes you to make his home on the sofa. Harry mumbles a goodnight to him and then backs into the hallway, pulling you with him.

“Happy belated anniversary, love,” he whispers, a small smile finally making an appearance. “'N to many mo’.”

Emotional

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

pairing: female reader x tom holland
warnings: light swearing/literally just fluff
words: 1300+
summary: tom walks in on you uncontrollably crying and he grew up with brothers so he doesn’t exactly know what to doa/n: based off a prompt from pettypromts (idk the link to the actual prompt sry)

Tom wasn’t expecting much when he headed to your place after a day of shooting. He knew you weren’t much of a cook so he definitely wasn’t planning on seeing dinner ready for him, which he was fine with.

The two of you had started spring cleaning two weeks ago and he knew you became stressed when organizing and going through your junk by yourself so he was certain that you weren’t going to touch the mess of crap that was growing in the corner of the apartment. 

He was perfectly content with going home and just seeing you, that’s all he wanted. Nothing more and nothing less. 

So you could imagine his confusion when he unlocked the door with the key you gave him only a few weeks ago and saw you sitting on the couch, crying your eyes out as you were wrapping in the duvet from your bedroom.

Immediately, he rushed to your side, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder and pulling you tightly into his chest. You didn’t fight his movements, in fact you melted into his body. He didn’t know what was wrong but he was there for you, he always was.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a reddie fic where Richie is talking to a girl and realizes that Eddie is jealous

HELLO I AM DOWN FOR JEALOUS EDDIE ALWAYS
also posted this on my AO3 !

“There he fucking goes again,” is the first thing Eddie says to Beverly upon arriving at the fair. It’s the second day of the week-long festival in Derry and Richie Tozier is already going around playing the man whore.Eddie understands, he does. There are a lot of pretty girls that come to the fair from all around the state, so any guy who is interested in women would love the opportunity to sneak in a casual flirt or two – Richie obviously being one of them. Just these two days Eddie has seen him talk to more girls than he’s seen Henry Bowers in a fight. And that’s, well, that’s a lot.“A hello would’ve been nice,” Beverly smirks at him with knowing eyes, painfully aware of how bad Eddie feels.It’s not that Richie is not allowed to talk to girls, not at all. He should talk to as many girls as he wants, ask them on dates and win them stuffed animals at the booths littered all around the main street. Of course he should, if that’s what makes him feel the thrill of a flirt. Eddie, though. Eddie knows very well Richie is allowed to do all those things; the guy is single, basically a walking ball of energy and sexual innuendos spill out of his mouth without a pause all day. He deserves to let some of his teenage frustration out with some giggly strangers who are more than willing to jump into conversation with the local flirt. Eddie would know – because if you care, yours truly is head-over-heels for his own best friend, aforementioned Richie Tozier. 

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—does this make sense? | 08 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader / park jimin x reader, college! yoongi, college! jimin
genre/warnings— smut, angst
words— 9,282

:: summary— You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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anonymous asked:

Really loving your ST fanfics! As a prompt, could you please write an au where Mike actually sees Eleven at the school and catches up to her in time? Keep the amazing content coming! :D

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, it was like a magnet or something pulling on my board. I know that sounds crazy—"

The confusion on her face is unmistakable and, from what Mike’s seen, kind of warranted. Since she’s already shown she’s really good on it. He also saw how she kicked. Her board is halfway towards the door. He looks up and isn’t surprised that it’s empty. But the door is pushed inwards, just enough like someone shoved themselves away from it. In a hurry. Someone who could pull a skateboard like a magnet.

Or flip a truck.

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thank you.

2,906 words | fluff, semi-angst
high school popular kid/nerd au + vernon chwe

author’s note: it says semi-angst, but it’s really just that cheesy kind you see in romcoms.

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog


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Affection ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘‘Hii can I have a Grayson imagine where you guys are engaged but he starts becoming very distant from you and doesn’t show anymore affection towards you and you get frustrated so you leave the house when he’d gone out and he goes looking for you and eventually finds you and apologizes and stuff, you can think of an ending ahha :p Thanks!!‘‘

Response: Thank you for the request, babe :) This is my first smutty imagine and I found it really hard (but also fun) to write, haha. I hope you enjoy, tho xoxo

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘Marry me.’ Those were the words Grayson Dolan had said to you. Today it was exactly four months ago that he had asked you to become his wife. When he went down on his knees and showed the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, tears were running down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that the most amazing human on this entire planet wanted to spend the rest of your life with you. Of course you said yes, how could you say no? He made you the happiest person in the world.

But as the months passed by, Grayson had become more busy. At his work he got promoted, and as a result he had to overwork regularly. You tried to be happy for him, because you were saving money for a bigger house to live in together. You maybe wanted to have kids in the future. Apart from that, Grayson also had his channel to worry about. He didn’t make videos as often as he used to, but he still made videos with Ethan.  

But it was hard. You didn’t work as much as he did, and most of the time you were home alone, waiting for Gray to come home. And when he finally got home he was always very tired, so you ate dinner together and maybe watched some television. You guys didn’t even had sex the way you used to have. It was a miracle if you did it once a week. Of course you knew that sex wasn’t the most important thing in a relationship, but, it still was important.

Tonight was the fifth night in a row that Grayson was coming home later than the usual. While you were watching Netflix you waited for him. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, all you could think about was Grayson and why he had to work till late again. You decided to call him and ask if he would be home soon. You wanted to talk. This couldn’t go on any longer.

‘Hey Y/N, what is it?’ you hear Grayson say on the other side of the line. You turn off the television so that you don’t get distracted. ‘Hi, Gray. When are you coming home? I want to talk to you about something.’ It is quiet for a moment, while you hear Graysons steps and his panting voice. He was probably on his way to a meeting or something important. ‘Eh… I don’t know, to be honest. I think it will get pretty late tonight. You don’t have to stay up for me.’

You feel tears welling up and you try to swallow. ‘Okay,’ you say quietly. ‘Okay… Bye.’ Grayson says and before you can say anything he hangs up. You look at your lock screen on your phone, at a picture of you and Grayson where you both are smiling. The picture was taken last summer, on the beach in Spain. It felt like it was years go.

You look around, not knowing what to do now. You were wide awake and suddenly it felt like everything on Netflix was too boring to watch. With a deep sigh you pull the blanket you were under on back and stand up. You needed to get out of the house to get some fresh air. It felt like you were trapped inside your own house, which was a terrible feeling.

You grab your car keys and jacket and leave the house. The street is quiet and empty. The night was cold, you could see your own breath leaving your mouth. You get in your car and start driving, without a destination or idea where you were going. After about fifteen minutes you pull up in a parking lot, which was dark and empty. You had no idea how you had ended up here.

There were no people and no cars, you were all by yourself. It was very calming, and you could hear the birds singing in the trees that were standing next to the parking lot. This was the place were Grayson and you had first met each other, and also the place where you had your first kiss. So it was kind of a special parking lot, with a lot of good memories.

You get out of your car and sit down on the side walk. Just until now you noticed that you had been crying. Your whole T-shirt was wet from the tears. While you sit there and breath in the fresh air, you slowly start feeling better, but you still had an empty feeling in your stomach. Suddenly you hear your phone buzzing. It was an incoming call from Grayson. At first you consider answering it, but you don’t want him to hear that you had been crying. You decide to ignore it.

You didn’t know for how long you sat there, alone on the cold sidewalk. It could have been an hour, it could have been two. All of a sudden you see a car with bright lights turning up the parking lot. In shock you stand up and almost trip over your feet. You hope it wasn’t the police. They would ask why you were here all alone in an empty parking lot, and you didn’t have a good answer to that. The lights go off and a person steps out of the car. It takes a second to see who it was.

‘Grayson. Who – what – How did you know I was here?’ you ask confused. Grayson walks up to you, his mouth a thin line. ‘Because this is the place where we first met. I figured you were here. Anyway, why are you here? I was worried as hell.’ When you try to say what’s been bothering you the last couple of weeks, tears are running down your cheeks again. Grayson blinks, not expecting that you would start crying. ‘Hey, don’t cry…’ He reaches out his arms and takes a step forward, but you take a step back.

‘Y/N, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me everything. We can figure it out together. We always do,’ Grayson says with a sweet voice. You let out a vibrating sigh and look up to him. His brows are frowned and he looks at you with curious eyes. ‘I feel so alone. You’re always working and working, it’s the only thing you ever do. You don’t even kiss me goodnight anymore, because I’m already asleep by then or you’re not home. I love you, but… I can’t take this any longer. I miss how we used to be,’ you say. It is quiet for a moment.

Grayson picks his words carefully. ‘Babe… I-I didn’t know that me working so much made you feel this way. I’m sorry. I really am. I will talk to my boss and ask if can work less. I-I’m just so sorry. Please stop crying, it breaks my heart.’ His voice cracks. You smile a little and wipe your tears from your face. Grayson puts a step in your direction again, and this time, you don’t take a step backwards. His strong arms close around you and you shiver, craving his body and affection.

He hugs you for a long time, while he strokes his fingers through your ear. ‘I’m so sorry. I love you so much,’ he whispers. ‘I love you too,’ you whisper. He lets you go and studies your face, making sure you had forgiven him. ‘Come home with me. I’ll make it up to you,’ he says with a soft smile. You smile back to him and nod. ‘Okay.’

The house was dark and empty, but you didn’t bother to put a light on. Grayson picks you up like you weigh nothing and you put your legs around his waist. Leaving soft kisses in your neck, he carries you up the stairs. When Grayson walks in the bedroom, he lays you carefully down on the bed with a supporting arm under your back. He strips of his shirt and you do the same with yours. ‘Let me take off your clothes,’ Grayson whispers. He pulls down your leggings, causing you to gasp when he touches your thighs. You had missed the feeling of his hands touching you. He takes off his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

He hovers above you and slides your bra straps down your shoulders, kissing your collar bone. He takes your bra off, revealing your hard nipples. He licks his lips before he seductively closes his mouth around them and you can’t help but moan while you’re drowning in pleasure. He takes his time and kisses every part of your breasts. He then gently strokes your cheek, while he looks into your eyes with nothing but love. ‘I just can’t get over how beautiful you are. Each time you surprise me,’ he says with a rough voice. You smile and give him a passionate kiss.

After the kiss he tenderly starts sucking your neck and planting sweet kisses along your shoulders, trailing down to your chest area again. You close your eyes and dig your nails into his hair, causing him to moan. He goes further down your stomach and hungrily loops his finger through your panties. He pulls them down your legs. You shiver from the cold air that hits your now totally naked body.

Grayson spreads your legs and starts kissing and sucking your inner thighs, slowly going to the place where you needed him the most. You felt a burning heat between your legs. ‘I’m sorry for hurting you, baby,’ he whispers with a deep voice. You wanted to tell him that it was okay and that you forgave him, but before you can say anything he glides with his tongue down into your vagina. ‘So wet for me already…’ Grayson chuckles. He licks you over a few times before he closes his lips around your clit. ‘Gray…’ you cry out with a shaky voice, toes curled in anticipation. He looks at you, eyes filled with lust. He starts sucking and you can’t help but moan quietly, arching your back.

Your hands are shaking uncontrollable, trying to grab the sheets for a grip. Grayson entwines his fingers with yours and with his other hand he pins your hips down, because he knows you can’t lay still with what he’s doing to you. A deep sigh escapes from your lips while he starts to suck faster. ‘Fuck…’ You normally didn’t swear, but at times like these you weren’t in control of what you were saying. He kept going until a splash of liquid emerged from in between your legs. You bit your lip and look at him a little embarrassed. You try to get up so you could reward him, but without a warning he slowly inserts two fingers inside of you.

You’re shocked and your lips form an ‘o’ as you fall back onto the bed. With your eyes closed, Grayson smirks at the way your body twists and turns, the way you bite your lip and the way you shut your eyes. He loved it all. His finger sensually keeps going in and out. First gently, but slowly he starts picking up the speed. He could feel every soft curve and spot inside you when your walls clenched around his fingers. The feeling in your stomach rises with every move. You buck your hips upward, a burning desire between your legs.

‘I’m so close,’ you whisper. ‘Come for me, baby,’ Grayson growls. Suddenly, with shuddering breaths, you see stars, reaching your climax. Your legs tremble and shake, while Grayson tries to hold them down. He bites his lips at the sight of you releasing the sexual tension. You were making sounds that normally would make you blush, but you just couldn’t help it. You let out a deep sigh, feeling so incredibly in love. You lay down on your back, eyes closed with a big smile on your face.

Slowly you are in control of yourself again, and you open your eyes, seeing the most beautiful creature between your legs. ‘I love you so much,’ you say, eyes watering with admiration. Grayson puts a long, chaste kiss on your belly button. ‘I love you more.’

Angel

Request: Hello I have a request to ask of you if you do not mind. Could you do a batboys with plus size s/o and a nsfw Dick Grayson x plus size reader? It would mean a lot to me because I am plus sized and there is rarely anything about the batboys and plus sized s/o or reader! Thank you for your time love! Stay Adorabloodthirsty X3 from @womenofjustice

AN: This was requested a long time ago and I have no idea who requested it.  Also go check out Perfection written by @maruthor . The prompts are similar

Warnings: Kinda smut?

Dating Dick Grayson came with its complications.  Him being Bruce Wayne’s son meant that he was under the eye of Gotham; which meant that you were too.  Sure it was stressing, but you’d never do anything to change the fact that you were together.  

But sometimes, it did get hard.  You were with the most amazing man; beautiful, loving, would fight to the end of the world for you.  And then there was you.  You never saw yourself as the most attractive, and you weren’t the fittest person. You fell into the category of plus size. And you were constantly compared to his ex’s because of that.

Every time it happened you’d look in the mirror and look at all your flaws. But Dick would always be there to point out all you perfection and tell you that you were perfect.  In his eyes you were an angel.  The most perfect person to ever exist.  He loved you and only you.  And tonight was a perfect example.  You were at a gala with Dick and reporters had been there.  Their words the same as always.  

 “Say Y/N, when are you gonna lose the weight?”  “Y/N, Y/N, did you put on more weight.”

After that Dick decided that you both needed to leave; sensing that their words hurt again.  So now there you were, standing in the bathroom.  You were alone, and supposed to be taking shower. Instead, you were standing in the mirror, looking at your reflection.  Tears gathered in your eyes, nose sniffling.  You tried to move your eyes away from your reflection, but you couldn’t.  Soon, tears were rushing down your face; and your eyes reddened.  The same question ran through your mind.  Why did Dick stay with you?  He could be with anyone but he choose you.

Dick was back in the room, waiting for you to come out.  When he realized you were taking longer than usual, he went to check on you.  You heard his footsteps as they made their way towards the door.  You pulled on Dick’s shirt; trying to hide what you were doing.   His arms slipped around your body, pulling you close.  Your body turned rigid, surprised that he was there.  You took in a breath and became relaxed.

“Y/N?”  His voice hung in the air, waiting for you to answer.  When you didn’t say anything, he pushed again.  “Babe, look at me.”  He turned your body towards his; trying to get you to look at him.  When you turned you lowered your head.  Refusing to look at him.  You felt his hand under your chin; your head being pulled up to look at him.   Worry washed over his face when he saw yours.  

“Babe what’s wrong?”  His hands ran over your body, trying to comfort you.  You pushed his hands away and took take a step back from him.  “I just…why…” you sighed, feeling defeated.  You couldn’t even talk.  “I’m not like them,”  you said mumbling.  But he heard you.

Dick pulled you back into him and held you.  “It doesn’t matter that you’re not like them.  You’re so beautiful compared to them.”  He turned your body to face the mirror.  “I see a girl that was made by God himself.  I get to see this beautiful girl everyday, and I get to tell her how beautiful she is.”  You began to cry again, feeling how sincere he was.  Seeing how beautiful you were to him.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.  Please?”  He waited for your answer before he did anything.  When you nodded your head, he took your hand and led you to the bed.  He sat down on the bed and pulled you with him.  Gently, he leaned down and kissed you, not doing anything until he knew you were comfortable.  Your fingers laced through his hair, giving a tug to it.  You began to kiss him with more intensity, pulling him in closer to you.  Soon enough, you were straddling his waist.  

He started to leave kisses on your neck, sucking and leaving marks all around it.  His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you back and forth on his thigh.  You were moaning at how good it felt.  The moans encouraged him to move you faster.  And you could feel your stomach tightening.  You were almost close from just that.

Your head lifted up towards the ceiling, with your eyes screwed shut and your hand over your mouth; trying to hide the whimpers of pleasure that came pouring from your mouth.  The feeling you got from him was overwhelming.  A whimper left your mouth when he stopped.  And when you tried to keep going his grip tightened; keeping you still.  

You were pushed onto your back and Dick was hovering over you.  He tugged on the bottom of the shirt, pulling it off you slowly.  Your hand went up to cover your stomach, but he pulled them away.  “You don’t have to cover yourself.”  Kisses trailed down your chest and down your stomach.  

You blushed at his words, truly believing them.  You laid your head back while he showed you how amazing he thought you were.


By the end of the night you had a smile on your face.  Dick had kept his word, and by the time he was done you understood how he saw you.  The two of you were pressed up against each other with the covers over you.  You propped yourself up on your shoulders and looked at him.  

He looked up and smiled at you.  Your face was flushed and your hair was messy, and in that moment he still thought you were perfect.  Leaning in, he kissed your forehead and then your lips.  He sighed, enjoying the moment.  

You were pulled in his chest, feeling his hands comb through your hair.  Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, you fell asleep.  Dick looked down at you in adoration.  Soft snores left your mouth and he started to laugh.

“I love you Y/N.”

Long Lost Love

Summary: Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters. Where the Reader was with him together were the both were Mundes. But as Raphael became a Vampire, he broke up with her. Years later the Reader is also a Vampire and she is a member of the London Vampire Clan. She must meet with the Leader from the New York Clan. She doesn’t know the Leader is Raphael. When they meet Raphael saw the necklace that he gives her as he was a human. In the end they come together.

Characters: Reader, Raphael Santiago

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1098

Requested: @snowflakexss

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Angel - John Shelby

Could you do a request with John trying to get his kids to come inside out of the dark (he says in an episode they’re out on the streets barefoot at night) and you help him get them all inside and to bed. Thank You, I know you’re busy x


It’s been a long day at work and a long evening in the pub and I’m grateful, finally, to be heading home. But first I’ve got to wait for Beth to find her keys so I can help her into bed, a process severely delayed by the six gins she downed in the pub. I’m waiting, arms folded leant against her wall when I notice a young girl running full pelt down the road.

I nod towards her. “Who’s that?”

Beth swings round, a little too violently so I have to catch her.

“Oh, that’s John Shelby’s youngest. She’ll head home eventually.”

“Eventually? It’s gone twelve, why is she not in bed?”

“Mmdunno, ‘appens a lot though. The rest’ll pro-ly be down here soon, hootin’ and ‘ollering. Wouldn’t worry about it,” she slurs.

“Wouldn’t worry, she’s got no bloody shoes on Beth! How old is she any way? Can’t be more than three.”

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New Fic

Hey, ya’ll! New fic here. This is just a snippet of the first chapter, and Writer’s Block is almost complete. @akai-echo is responsible for this delicious graphic and I am most definitely responsible for the madness of starting another wip. 


Summary: Katniss Everdeen thought she’d be condemned to a sentence of slavery for her crime; a crime she didn’t commit. But now she faces something even worse, a fate a lucky few live to tell about. Being a gladiator is hard enough, but a female gladiator’s odds are not in her favor.


“Come with me, girl.”

Prim reacts before I do, screaming a series of no’s. She steps in front of me and the soldier’s eyes land harshly on her. It’s terrifying. The thought is clear in my mind that if I’d waited a few more seconds I wouldn’t have been able to keep her from this, and even though my stomach is turning over like a roasting pig I know I did the right thing.

The soldier reaches around Prim and grabs my upper arm, gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise. He pulls, and in my starved state I practically fall into him. But I push off and turn my face towards my sister as he walks to the door with me in tow. “You’ll have to forage now. Take care of them, Prim!”

She nods her head, tears reflecting what’s left of the light coming through the door. I catch a last glimpse of Mother and Thomas, his head buried in her breast, her arms wrapped tightly around his little body. She is crying silently. She knows it will be a miracle if we ever lay eyes on each other again.

Tears slip down my cheeks. I swipe them away with the back of my hand.

The soldier’s stride is too much for me. I trip every three steps.

He stops abruptly and turns to me. “If I let go will you run?” he asks. I answer with a single shake of my head. “If you run, I’ll go back for the real thief.”

My eyes widen in surprise as my stomach drops in fear for Prim. “R-real thief?”

“Your sister.”

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 13

Summary: Jensen tells the truth of what he thinks it happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Hella Angst. 

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: Guys… Don’t hate me? ITALICS IS FLASHBACK.

Title: It’s All Too Much. 

MASTERLIST 

After having another successful and fun weekend with the fans in Rome, the cast decided to go out one last time to celebrate. Jus In Bello was everyone’s favorite convention of the year, they let them sing, curse and even drink booze as they spent quality time with their fans.

“I have to do a toast,” Jensen stood up from his seat, raising the glass of bourbon to the sky.

Everyone turned remained silence as they heard him speak.

“We had a blast,” he said, “thank you for being such an awesome group of people to work. I love y’all!” Jensen shouted.

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