the dress i wanted as a kid but never had

Fall Out Boy Songs for the Signs

ARIES: Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today // Breaking hearts has never looked so cool, as when you wrap your car around a tree, your makeup looks so great next to his teeth

TAURUS: Centuries // Until you die for me, as long as there’s a light, my shadow’s over you, cause I am the opposite of amnesia, and you’re a cherry blossom, you’re about to bloom, you look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon

GEMINI: Miss Missing You // I will sing to you every day, if it will take away the pain, oh and I’ve heard you got it, got it so bad, cause I am the best you’ll never have

CANCER: Young and Menance // Oops I, did it again, I forgot what I was losing my mind about, oh, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind, and send a message: I was young and a menace

LEO: Bang the Doldrums // And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way I think of you, this is a love song in my own way, happily ever after below the waist

VIRGO: Fame < Infamy // I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with, such wit without a conscience equipped, I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa, “There’s too much green to feel blue”

LIBRA: I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) // We’re the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off, bulletproof loneliness at best, at best

SCORPIO: I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) // We’re the kids who feel like dead ends, and I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses, I took a shot and didn’t even come close, at trust and love and hope, and the poets are just kids who didn’t make it, and never had it at all

SAGITTARIUS: Death Valley // Cause we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet, cause tonight it’s just fire alarms and losing you, we love a lot so we only lose a little

CAPRICORN: Tiffany Blews // Oh baby, you’re a classic, like a little black dress, you’re a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess 

AQUARIUS: Hum Hallelujah // I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light, a teenage vow in a parking lot, ‘til tonight do us part, I sing the blues and swallow them too

PISCES: Golden // Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams, where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens, and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

I'VE BEEN SEEING A CRAP TON OF MYSTIC MESSENGER EVERYWHEEEEREEEEE BUT IT LOOKS COOL

Hi, I’m new to Mystic Messenger!

Sooo, I found a let’s play sort of thing and I’ve just watched the first chatroom and thought I’d share my first impressions on the characters with you.

If you’re a Mystic Messenger fan, you’ll probably find it kinda funny since I’ll probably get a lot wrong.

So read on…

Jumin:

‌• Kinda has this facial expression that’s like your grandparents when you try to explain to them how to use their smartphones but they aren’t getting it.

‌• Dresses classy as heck

‌• Looks like he stepped out of an old black and white film.

‌• He’s clearly rich.

‌• Crazy cat lady alert

‌• Probably had tea with the queen of England once

Zen:

‌• Kinda scary with those red eyes

‌• I wouldn’t want to leave him alone with anything important, I don’t trust him.

‌• Smug little smile there

‌• Ponytail

‌• If he went outside while it was snowing, you’d never see him again, he’d just camouflage and you’d lose him.

707:

‌• If a hipster and a gamer drank a crapton of carrot juice and then had a kid, it would look like 707.

‌• Abuses the term ‘lol’. I’m not even joking, he uses it like 50xs in 3 sentences, there needs to be an intervention.

‌• Internet troll/hacker

‌• Laughs at his own jokes even when no one else does

‌• Probably lives in like one room with the blinds closed.

‌• Coolest looking out of them all tho

‌• Secretly wants to steal Jumin’s cat

‌• I bet he likes memes

V:

‌• Does he ever take those sunglasses off? Has anyone ever seen his eyes? Does he even have eyes?

‌• Dan Howell pastel edit.

‌• Too cool for school

‌• Still got teen angst

‌• So dang skinny

Yoosung:

‌• 100% sure Juuzou from Tokyo Ghoul is his evil twin.

‌• He’s definitely the happy optimist

‌• Precious cinnamon roll

‌• I bet he has a tragic past he doesn’t deserve

‌• I didn’t know guys even wore barrettes

Jaehee:

‌• I thought she was a guy at first?

‌• How do you pronounce her name? Jay-hee? Jah-hee? Yay-hee? Yah-hee? Yahoo search?

‌• The smart one that wears glasses

‌• No messing around or beating around the bush kind of lady

‌• Bet you 50 bucks she has a briefcase

‌• I bet you another 50 bucks she’s smacked Zen over the head with said briefcase


Aaaaand those are the only characters I’ve met so far. Will update if you guys think my interpretations are funny and want more of this. XD

So the first set of these is technically not complete yet because Coran, but, headcanons I have developed in the process of writing these:

   1. When Shiro was a cadet at the Garrison there was a very memorable incident involving a stomach bug, dubious amounts of caffeine and passing out in front of the entire class. He was filmed. It went viral. It’s long since died down but a certain part of Shiro lives in fear of the idea that someday the team is going to find out about that one time he became a meme.

As a bonus: Lance is actually familiar with the “must be finals week” meme (it goes around local sources on rare occasions, usually, well, around finals week) but doesn’t know that guy is Shiro. 

  2. Lance is, by a long margin, the best swimmer on the team. Guy’s terrifying. You’d think mister daunting physical specimen Shiro would give him a run for his money- and even down an arm and dragging a heavy prosthetic he does pretty good- but Lance has five years of holding down a summer job as a lifeguard, he could swim across a lake and back in a day for kicks.

If asked he’ll totally insist that he took the job to spend time around cute girls in swimsuits but if you don’t think every second of that CPR and first aid training has stuck with him or that he doesn’t take that dead serious, you’re wrong.

(On a related topic, he wanted to be a professional mermaid when he was a kid. Every costume-related thing ever in his childhood, he would dress as a mermaid. without fail.)

  3. Keith actually does have a noticeable drawl but only on very certain words and phrases and it comes and goes. It’s virtually never there and attempts to point it out don’t work because Keith is oblivious he’s actually doing anything.

(”If y’all’d’ve listened to me in the first place-” “‘y’all’d’ve?’” “I said if you had listened to me in the first place”)

  4. Pidge is actually pretty nice when it comes to video games, she’ll cut you some slack if you’re having a hard time even though she’ll also joke about it. Matt Holt, though. In this single area of his life Matt Holt takes no prisoners. He’ll talk about it like it’s all in good fun and there is nothing competitive here as he selects Rainbow Road for the third time. 

  5. If you’re Hunk’s friend, he fully intends to avenge you if anything happens. Sometimes, he will mention this. Most of the team takes this as a joke. Lance knows better.

  6. Nobody is really surprised by the revelation that Allura is shredded and Altean clothing tends to be very modest. They are, however, generally surprised by the revelation that Coran is shredded.

  7. Allura can sing. I don’t mean this as cute rom-com “oh, wow, you have a pretty voice” I mean, if you’ve ever seen that vine with “I don’t trust this they’re probably sirens”- that’s Allura. First time someone hears it, it’s Lance, he doesn’t see her, and he’s concerned the Castle is haunted again. It doesn’t help that certain rooms have absolutely great acoustics and Allura is very aware of this.

Sometimes the mice try to sing accompaniment which doesn’t tend to go that well, not because the mice are bad, but because it’s too cute for Allura to deal with. Years of choral training did not prepare her for tiny precious babies with chirpy little voices. 

Trained To Fight - Derek Hale Imagine

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.

You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”

He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”

You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.

You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.

“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.

“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.

After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.

You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.

You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.

Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.

“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.

“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.

“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.

“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”

“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.

“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.

“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.

“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”

Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”

You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.

You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.

At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”

You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”

“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.

You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”

Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”

You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.

You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.

You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.

Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”

You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.

“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.

The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.

You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”

He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”

You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.

“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.

You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.

“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.

“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.

“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.

“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.

Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.

You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”

“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”

You’re caught off guard. “What? I-uh..no? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.

“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.

You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.

You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.

“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.

“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.

You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.

“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.

“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.

“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.

“What vibe?” You cross your arms.

“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.

You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?

“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.

The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.

“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”

“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.

“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.

“What?” You switched knees.

“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”

You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.

“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?

“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.

“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.

“You…love..me?” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.

“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”

You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.

“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”

At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.

Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.

“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.

“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.

“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.

The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.

“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.

“Fine by me.”

anonymous asked:

wait im really confused now......i was always told that being trans isn't a choice. that it is what it is. just like no one chooses to be gay or ace or bi or whatever, no one chooses to be trans either. im sorry if this is a dumb question but i honestly dont understand ): doesnt choosing to be trans play into what every single critic and transphobe says? that it's a choice and not legitimate??

Hey! Thank you for asking. This is not a dumb question - I promise. I think about this a lot.

I want to start off my saying that being transgender or queer isn’t the same for everyone - it’s gonna feel and look different from person to person.

So for me, being queer and trans has two parts: 1) recognizing that I always had queer characteristics, and 2) allowing myself to act on them.

I never really felt like a “girl,” as a kid. I identified with boy and girl characters. I was a tomboy who loved barbies. I didn’t start dressing “girly” until I was in 4th grade and realized that I would get bullied more if I didn’t dress like “other girls,” and that made me really resentful. My parents are extremely homophobic, and believe that God made man and woman to complement each other, etc. and for a long time I listened to them. I always felt that maybe I would be attracted to men and women, but I was “choosing” to do what my parents said was right.

I didn’t “have to” come out as transgender. I’d been living as a woman for 22 years, I was engaged to a straight, cis guy, and I was pretty successful in my life, except for feeling like a mess and a failure all the time. Being genderqueer made me feel like myself, so I chose to start dressing differently and going by a new name and admitting that I was attracted to all types of bodies and genders.

The feelings weren’t a choice, but the actions were.

Critics and transphobes are… well, wrong, so I don’t care what they think. I know who I am, and I believe my lifestyle, identity, choices, and feelings are all worthwhile and valuable. Nothing about me will play into their opinions because I don’t exist in opposition to them - I simply exist, and I don’t have to justify myself to people who believe I shouldn’t.

Choosing to “be” trans isn’t really what I’m getting at. I’m talking about choosing to act on what you feel. That’s the problem my parents have, for example: they say that if you are transgender, you shouldn’t act on what you feel. They say trans people should hide and live as the gender they were assigned at birth because they don’t believe that being transgender is a good thing to be.

So, ultimately, I believe there’s a lot of strength in choice, and that choosing your gender is always legitimate. Being trans can be an outward extension of what’s always been inside you, or it can be a chosen exploration of a new you.

Really, your question isn’t dumb. I think what I most want to get across is that 1) people who are homophobic and anti-transgender will find reasons to oppose queer people no matter what. 2) We are in control of our own stories, whether we were born into queerness, or it was born in us. 3) Choice IS legitimate, and living in a way that fits you is always a choice worth making.

Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202


sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x 


“23rd February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously, looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’ with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would never see you as a woman, always that kid.

You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there, working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today. I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.


 You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back in its holder.  Malia had finished about an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.  You locked the door to the washroom behind you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room, located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left, walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms.  A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing Negan was probably with one of them right now.

You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten; it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath. “Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug before walking off back to his duties. You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room. This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway, every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and out before knocking firmly on the door.  

“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak.  You popped your head around the door, seeing Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers; you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room, his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses. He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of the couches.  He passed you one, clinking the glasses together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”


“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled, picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you. 

“You know, being 21 now. I don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your crush.  “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions. 

“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent, sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down, spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.  

He began to slide his trousers down his legs as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him, feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped, pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.

 “Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening, you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace, knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core. Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.

 “Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart. Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making sure not to crush your body in the process.

“Fuck, baby. Can I propose to you now?”

the addams family sentence starters.

❛  Is this made from real lemons?   ❛
❛  You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again!  ❛
❛  I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.  ❛
❛  Are they dead?  ❛
❛  I’m going to electrocute him.  ❛
❛  But, Mother…  ❛
❛  I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.  ❛
❛  When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air.   ❛
❛  You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious.  ❛
❛  Don’t torture yourself, [ name ] . That’s my job.  ❛
❛  The human spirit, it is a hard thing to kill.  ❛
❛  To live without you, only that would be torture.  ❛
❛  I’ve smoked since I was five. Mother insisted.  ❛
❛  why I could just… eat you alive!  ❛
❛ This is all so humiliating. Why did I marry you?  ❛
❛  I’m beginning to think my brother truly is lost.  ❛
❛  Don’t be a baby. I know what I’m doing.  ❛
❛ So it can kill you.  ❛
❛  Haven’t you ever slaughtered anyone?  ❛
❛  I’ll never listen to you, never, ever again!  ❛
❛  You never really loved me!  ❛
❛  I’m blinded by such beauty.  ❛
❛ How can I compete? You’re twice the woman I am.  ❛

the values.

They had sex.  ❛
❛  Do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?  ❛
❛ You have gone too far.  ❛
❛  You have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But… pastels?  ❛
❛ You have enslaved him  ❛
❛  He has my father’s eyes.  ❛
❛  Why are you dressed like that?  ❛
❛  We’re contagious  ❛
❛  It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.  ❛
❛  Be afraid. Be very afraid.  ❛
❛  So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another.  ❛
❛  Don’t I deserve love and jewelry?  ❛
❛  You sent us to camp. They made us sing.  ❛
❛ None of you really believe in me, so I’ll have to prove my power.  ❛
❛ Would you die for me?  ❛
❛  Well, you have a black dress.  ❛
❛  I’m saying I want you dead and I want your money.  ❛
❛  Gimme a kiss.  ❛
❛ Gimme a twenty.  ❛
❛  Does he always do that with women he likes?  ❛
❛  Marvelous news. I’m going to have a baby. Right now.  ❛
❛  I love you dearly, but I can never see you again. ❛

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you write more domestic/dad Bucky things? Like Home. I loved that so much, oh my gosh. Maybe them having a big family or other baby on the way, or just interacting with their children, please? <3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: same universe as this (but this prompt can be read on its’ own)

A/N: dad!bucky is basically my kink lol. AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED “A new home”!!! I hope you enjoy this little piece as well <33 

You rushed down the stairs (or at least tried to be quick, but being heavily pregnant made it a little harder) and went into the kitchen where Bucky was currently making pancakes for Amy and Nathan.

“Sorry, I’m so late. I love you,” you kissed Bucky, then the back of the children’s heads.
  
“You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself, (Y/N).”
  
You simply waved him off and went outside to your car. Your due date was in two weeks. That was two weeks of you being able to get stuff done. You certainly wouldn’t waste that time.

The kids watched you drive away, then returned their attention to their dad.

“Daddy? When do I get my baby sister?” the three – almost four year old asked and Nathan rolled his eyes.

“They’ve already told you that it’s going to be a boy.”

The girl turned her head to her brother, then back to her father, then once more to Nathan and one final time to her dad, with tears filling her eyes and her lower lip trembling.

Bucky sighed annoyed by his son’s attitude.

“Good job, buddy.”  

Nathan simply shrugged. It’s not like he was lying. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do fics for Hanzo and genji (separate pls) where their shy self-conscious s/o takes them to their childhood home and they see an old picture of their s/o in their prom dress when they were 16? Sorry if this is weird

Totally not weird. If anything it seems super cute, so honestly, totally up for it. Hope its what you were looking for

Hanzo

Slowly you pushed open the door to your house, the door making an audible creak. Peeking inside, you listened and let out a breath at the quiet that met you. It looked like your parents weren’t home…that made you happy. Obviously it was inevitable…especially as your boyfriend INSISTED on meeting them…but at least there would be a little longer before your parents embarrassed you.

“Okay, its safe to go in,” you said, turning and blushing as you faced your boyfriend. Hanzo Shimada stared down at you with one eyebrow raised, and you knew what he was going to ask. “I just…want time to show you around before they get back, that’s all.”

“I do not want to disgrace your clan-,” Hanzo started by saying for the millionth time but you cut him off.

“No no, you won’t disgrace me or my family, Hanzo. I promise, you are literally everything they could want my boyfriend to be,” you promised, unable to help smiling as he looked skeptically at you. Walking inside, you took off your shoes and watched him come in, playing with a lock of your hair as Hanzo looked around.

“It is…,” Hanzo murmured, as if trying to find the word. Tucking his shoes in the corner, he walked over slowly and took your hand. “Homey.”

“I thought you were going to say small,” you teased gently, knowing his home was much, much larger. You saw Hanzo notice you twiddling with the piece of your hair.

Taking that hand before pulling you close and sliding his arm around you, Hanzo pressed his lips against your forehead. “You only play with your hair when your nervous or worried. It will be fine, my love. Even if your parents did not approve of me, i don’t think i could ever be as selfless as to let you leave me,” Hanzo said calmly, a smile tugging at his lips.

You knew he was right. It would be fine…but he was going to meet your parents and it was so nerve wracking, and what if they embarrassed you or if Hanzo thought that it was a family he didn’t want to be a part of…

After a moment, you started the tour. “Lets go to the kitchen,” you suggested and you led him by the hand into a large, bright kitchen. Hanzo looked impressed as he slowly walked around it.

“Not as big as yours, huh?”

“No,” He agreed, “Mine is much bigger. But a kitchen this size is perfect.”

Hanzo started to walk past the fridge when something caught his eye. Frowning, you noticed him studying something and walked over. When you saw what it was, dread filled your stomach and you gasped in dismay. It was a picture of you from prom!

“No!” You gasped, reaching for the picture in hopes of destroying it or obscuring it from view. But Hanzo was faster, snatching it up and holding it out of reach as he studied it. “Don’t look! Please don’t look!”

Covering your face with your hands, you turned away. How could you have been so stupid? You knew you should have hid all the pictures…You were a bit awkward and gangly as a kid, not having really started to fill out until your later years of youth. Your prom dress had been red and you’d had braces…you couldn’t believe that he’d seen it.

After a moment you felt your hands tugged away. Sniffling, you looked up at him and started to speak, but felt a hot mouth press over yours, quieting you. The kiss was searing, one of his more passionate kisses that left you dazed and breathless.

Fingers twining in his ponytail, you finally managed to pull back. “I never wanted you to see that picture…” you whispered in embarrassment, looking away.

Two fingers lifted your chin and your eyes met his, full of love and lust. “Do not say that, beloved. You look exquisite, both then and now. I think it is cute, and my only outrage is that it was not me who took you to the dance,” Hanzo says matter-of-factly.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, because the serious face with which hanzo said it didn’t suite the tone. “Do you…really think so? I hated myself during highschool so much for looking so awkward…,” you whispered.

Shaking his head, Hanzo leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “Beloved, I have never lied to you before. And the thought that i wasn’t there to shower you in the praise and adoration you so clearly deserved is the only regret you should have, because i would claim you as mine in that picture in a heartbeat,” Hanzo said softly, and kisses you again rather hotly.

Needless to say, you didn’t finish the tour till much later. It’s just honestly lucky that your parents weren’t home for another two hours, because Hanzo decided to make good use of those counters…

Genji

“I win,” Genji said with a grin outside. The two of you were visiting your parents house for the weekend, and were currently playing basketball outside while your parents are out grocery shopping.

“You do not,” you say defensively, putting your hands on your hips. It had kind of surprised you when you learned your Japanese cyborg boyfriend could play basketball, but then again a man that flexible seemed capable of a lot of things.

For the last two hours you two had been competing with multiple different games. Soccer, tennis, video games, cooking…basketball was the latest. Genji was really good but each one had practically been a tie. Your boyfriend was positive he’d won though.

“I did too,” Genji said, grinning and walking over, passing you the ball.

Glaring, you crossed your arms and after a moment a thought crossed your mind. “How about this. One more game,” you said, only to hear him groan. “No complaining. Just one game of hide and seek. If you find me…i’ll admit you…won every round of every game,” you said, dramatically pretending you felt like throwing up at the thought. You almost did but you didn’t want to lose. And you knew this place better then anyone, even him.

Eyes alight, as his mask was off for the weekend, he grinned. “Your on,” Genji said, positive it would be an easy win. “Do you need a minute?”

Rolling your eyes, you started toward the house. “30 seconds,” You called and went. You could hear him very loudly counting outside and were just glad the nearest neighbors were five minutes away. Finding your special hiding spot on the middle floor, you covered your mouth as you let out a small giggle and made yourself comfy…this would be a bit.

Hearing the moment Genji entered the house, your cyborg boyfriend made no attempt to hide his presence as he ran through the house, playfully calling your name. You couldn’t help but feel smug, playing idly with the bottom of your shirt as you waited for the call of defeat.

Minutes passed and Genji ran in and out of the house in search of you.

At one point though you heard a loud thump that startled you. After a moment you called “Genji? Genji, are you okay?” You yelled. There was no answer. After a moment or two, panic set in a bit and at the risk of defeat, you went and started to search for him.

You found him in your room, your closet door wide open. It looked like the tower of photo albums that had been on the top shelf had fallen over and collapsed on top of him. Genji was sitting amongst a mess of pictures and books, staring at one picture in particular.

“Are you okay?” You asked worried, walking over and starting to clean up. “I started worrying when you didn’t answer…”

For a moment, he didn’t reply…until at last Genji looked up at you with a serene look of adoration. “I love you. I have mentioned that, yes?” Genji asks, and with the cutest pout he holds up a picture of you from prom.

The color drains from your face as you stare at the picture of you in a dark purple dress, standing beside a bunch of other much prettier girls. In the picture your freckles really stood out, and at the time you were a bit shorter and stockier in size.

“D-don’t look at that,” you said, grabbing it from him and shoving it in your pocket, looking down.

A frown covered his face. “But why? I think you look gorgeous,” Genji says and leans forward, peeking at your face.

Turning, you wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t say that. I looked hideous. That’s why no boy would even ask me to prom. Its these stupid freckles…” You’ve always been self conscious of your freckles, how many there were and how they dusted your arms and face.

“Hey,” Genji said sternly, cupping your face. “Don’t say that. I love your freckles,” he said seriously. “I love your freckles and your smile and i love you. If i had been there, i would have been on my knees at your feet with how beautiful you looked.”

Sniffling, your eyes finally met his. “…You don’t mean that…” you whispered.

“Of course i do. You are my beloved,” Genji says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, before he presses tickly kisses along your jaw in hopes of getting a smile. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you. “You will always be beautiful to me, inside and out.“

Crawling through the papers and books, you moved onto his lap and he clutched you in a close hug. It took a few minutes for your mind to settle and a few ‘Its okay, he still loves you’ thoughts in your head for you to calm down. With his fingers rubbing your back, it took you a few minutes to process what he said next.

“By the way, I found you. You can, ah, tell me how great i am whenever you feel like it,” Genji joked, and honestly?

Your boyfriend really was amazing.

The Amazing Adventures of Max

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Tom Holland:

Gifs not mine.

A/N: An original piece, hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed “Lady In Red.”

“Dear Spider-Man, you’re my favorite superhero in the whole comic book universe! I’m writing this letter because I’m really sick and even though I know you are busy saving the world it would be supercool if you came to see me, I’m Max Philip Kyle… I’m 8 years old and I have leukemia the doctors told my god mother that I won’t be able to make it to my 9th birthday which is 2 months from today and I know she’s scared and worried about me… she told me that writing a letter to you didn’t sound silly, she always believes in me, she’s been like a mother to me since I was 2 and I love her so much, I don’t want to leave her alone in this world , so Spider-Man do you think you could protect her when I’m gone cause that would make me so happy… I love her so much and she needs someone to save her from the mean world… I know you’re busy, but she told me it wouldn’t hurt to try… well thank you for reading this Spider-Man. Love your biggest fan Max.
P.S if you could bring the rest of the avengers and Loki that would be awesome!” Tom read out to the cast of the avengers, sad faces and tears were seen throughout the whole room “We’ve got to go, at least for one day.” Tom said folding the paper and putting it in his back pocket, when he looked up everyone was gone , grabbing their suits and props handing Tom his Spider-Man suit. 

Tom punched in the address of the hospital where the letter was sent from “We’re looking for a young kid named Max Kyle , what room is he in?” Tom said looking at the nurse through his costume not wanting to waste any time “Third floor, 307. He’s in a private room, women with him really loves him.” The nurse said looking over the people in the Avengers costumes, but they didn’t want time to chat they all rushed for the third floor and once they reached his room they noticed the quiet dead air, when they walked in slowly they saw a little boy flipping through the mute channels in the arms of a woman who was fast asleep once Max had saw them he slowly sprung him from the bed into a sitting position “NO WAY!” He yelled causing the woman to jolt up holding him tightly but she let out a sigh of relief when she knew he wasn’t in any pain “Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, Winter Solider, Falcon, Hawkeye, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, & LOKI! This is so awesome!” Max said smiling so hard he couldn’t believe his eyes “Hey buddy I got your note and I read it with all my friends, we all knew we had to meet a super kid like you. So is this your god mother that you love so much?” Tom said in his American accent trying not to break character, when he looked over to you he noticed how truly beautiful you had long(short) (Y/H/C) hair and beautiful big eyes his mouth was slightly open “Yeah, this is my god mother (Y/N), and this is Peter Parker or better known as Spider-Man.” Max said introducing them, (Y/N) smiled at the boy moving his face back from his forehead planting a kiss on it “Well I’m glad you received his letter and brought your friends with you Spider-Man.” She said smiling looking at the entire cast in front of her “I hope you brought a change of clothes.” (Y/N) said smiling looking at the cast nod. “Well, you can change, it’s hot in the hospital all the time.” Max said happily he was so excited but he felt his body start to collapse under him, but you noticed a change in mood you grabbed his softly laying him down on the bed grabbing his pills and water from the bedside table you kissed him getting up from the bed grabbing the control to put it in a seating position so he would have to balance himself up and hurt him, Max not only had leukemia but his bones were always weaker than other kids his age but regardless of that he always tried to do physical things in a safe measure of time thanks to you always supporting him and believing he could do anything. 

You loved him so much “Can you believe it ? They came!” Max said looking over at the new unmasked and regular dressed avengers but the shine in his eye never left “So tell us about you Max, you know all about us , and that’s an unfair advantage.” Tom said still in the American accent “Well… I love marvel , because of my godmother , she is obsessed with marvel and has been she since was a kid. So one day I saw her watching Civil war and I wanted to see it but she told me I had to watch other movies so we watched Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Age of Ultron and then Civil war. She was right, but you’re my favorite superhero! I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was 6 years old, umm my mom and dad are always too busy for me. 

The day I got sick in school and threw up they called my parents and they told the school that I would be fine, even though the school said I was puking blood. I mean I wasn’t but anything to get their attention which didn’t work, they then called (Y/N) and on the first ring she picked up and left her job to rush me to the hospital. She was in the middle of an important meeting to get job and they told her if she had left she would be fired, she didn’t even think about it she left and rushed to get me. I love to read especially comic books, (Y/N) gets them for me all the time, and I LOVE food.” Max said with sad eyes but a warm smile. (Y/N) wrapped her arm around him pulling him closer to her “Have your parents come to see you?” Robert asked quietly, that was the exact moment Max broke down in tears shaking his head rapidly causing (Y/N) to wrap her arms around “No but it’s okay because he has me, and now you’re all here for him. Right Maxie?” (Y/N) said looking down at Max who wiped his tears and smiled “Well Max, I think you’re one tough kid, and I would be honored if you would become my sidekick I need a strong kid by my side.” Tom said taking out a Spider-Boy suit and with that he say the boys eyes light up like the Fourth of July “YES!” Max said loudly, Tom handed him the suit smiling along with Max “I hate to interrupt but I need to exam Max & visiting hours are over as well…” Dr. Jensen said gripping his clipboard slightly. 

The Avengers cast nodded, (Y/N) looked at Dr. Jensen who was also motioning for you to exit now this made you worry but you’d learned better then to argue with the Doctor considering they we’re allowing you to stay in the hospital you kissed Max’s forehead before you left. You leaned against the door taking deep breaths “He’s a good kid, he’s really lucky he has someone like you.” Tom said in his regular accent scaring you causing you to jump in fear nearly slipping but Tom caught your hands pulling you up “You’re WAY stronger then you look, has anyone ever told you that?” You asked looking at him in shook because of how close your faces were “Yeah but not someone as beautiful and amazing as you (Y/N).” He said his breath hitting your face his every word caressing your cheek “I’m not all that special, I just think he deserves a better life than the one he has right now, thank you for coming he was so happy writing that letter but he knew you wouldn’t come and then you change his mind and pop out.” You said hugging Tom tightly, he wraps his arm around your waist and this hug is more than just a hug, it’s supporting and acceptance. 

“SPIDER-MAN & (Y/N) ARE YOU GUYS DATING?!” Max yelled with such a happy smile on his face as he rolled out of his room , you were shocked and before you could say anything “Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” Tom said in his American accent hiding you in his chest laughing “Play along.” Tom whispered and you nodded “Yeah I was just going to ask the doctor if you could go home for one day and watch movies and eat my cooking.” You said looking at Dr. Jensen who nodded slowly “Yes , can all the avengers come?” Max said wheeling his way to hold Toms hand, Tom looked down at him “It’s a date ! ” he said smiling all the avengers laughing and nodding behind him.

 Oh boy this was a night Max won’t forget you thought to yourself as you all started to walk out of the hospital and on your way to your house.

  • Mom: you should come to the boat this weekend.
  • Me: yeah, I really don't have any summer attire, mom.
  • Mom: I'll take you shopping! What do you need?
  • Me: I don't know I have like one pair of shorts and a few dresses. I really need shoes though.
  • Mom: great! I'll take you shoe shopping.
  • Me: ...and one of those big floppy summer hats. I want to sit on the boat in my giant hat and sunglasses, drinking mimosas and looking like some wealthy trophy wife...or a young widow who's wealthy husband died mysteriously and now there's rumors that I had something to do with it, despite my claims that our love was pure and his death tore me apart.
  • Mom: I really should have gotten you an agent when you were a kid.
  • Me: it's never too late.
5

I’ve never been good at speaking on my feelings on anything of my past even up to today. coming out as a “lesbian” wasn’t too difficult for me because I came out by changing the way I dressed from 10 or 11 years old I’ve been wearing male clothing. and then uploading pictures of me and my first girlfriend at 15 years old and each one after. of course many people thought it was a phase (because I was somewhat feminine) but now going on 24 years old I have news for my family and friends that I’m not sure they are ready for.

transitioning for me have
always been on the far side of the side of my brain that isn’t often used. but one day recently I woke up w it heavy in my thoughts, day in and day out. I’ve been researching my ass off and watching ftm videos literally all day everyday. the more I watch these videos, and research and find more FTMs on social media, the more I become sure that this is something I want to do. I need to do.

lately I have been extremely depressed w what I see when I look in the mirror. I have tried to explain this to my girlfriend and friends but I’m not sure that they truly understand that it’s not about whether your body looks nice or not. it’s about what you see when you picture yourself. and for people like me, the mirror is all wrong. the body is nice, yes. but it isn’t mine. it isn’t how I feel inside.

it’ll be hard enough to tell them that I want to transition. but I don’t know how to explain how I fall under the non-binary umbrella. in the physical sense I am transmasculin. which is obvious because of how I’ve dressed all of this time and the “role” i play in relationships. it’s in my likes and dislikes. I’ve never played w female toys as a kid, I’ve hated wearing feminine clothing, never had any interest in makeup or anything cis women speak about w other ciswomen.

I love to get my hands dirty, I fix things, I love sports, I played w my brothers toys as a kid, I kill the bugs for my girlfriend, I give daps/hand shakes, not hugs, I cut off all of my hair, wtf is a panty or thong, boxer briefs over here, the list goes on.

but I may be feminine because of how I talk w my hands, how emotional I can be, the sound of my voice is super high pitched I hate it! it’s the #1 reason of why I’ve been antisocial all of my life and only spoke to people through social media in writing because I hate hearing such a pitch coming from my man body. I may tear up at the end of very sad movies, I may sometimes stand w my hand on my hip, my friend base is 95% cis women, dancing to single ladies is my shit!, I love musicals (is this a feminine/masculine thing), I have such a gentle heart, I’m not a fighter, I don’t get into arguments, I just feel like I’m complicated.

maybe I’m just over thinking (which is something I do A LOT). anxiety. idk how to get them to understand. I wish there was a documentary that explains all of this in detail for me. I doubt any of them would take the time out to research this themselves to even try to understand me and be in tuned w what I want to do.
but the first step is coming out to yourself, and now I am trying to come out socially.

Hearts - Jack Maynard

Masterlist

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I walked towards the elevator and hit the up button, and waited as the elevator came down so many floors. As the doors opened I walked in and hit my floor button and waited once again for the elevator to come to a stop. Which it did.

I made my way off and started to head down the hallway towards my apartment door. From a far sight I could see there was something red or pink on it. I had a confused look on my face as I approached the door as I pulled out my key I pulled off the two hearts and read them.

Have I ever told you how cute you look n that dress?

All I ever want to do when I see you is to kiss your beautiful lips and hold you in my arms and never leave.

I smiled at them both blushing, turning them over to just a plain question mark which made me question who would do this. I pushed my key into the keyhole and turned it to unlock my door. I opened my door and once pulling my key out I didn’t even move. Instead I dropped my arms down to the sides of my body.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” I mumbled looking at all the different colored hearts on the floor. I had no idea what emotion I was feeling. I was anger, excitement, and confusion. Anger because I wanted to kill who did this to my flat. Excitement to find out who actually did this. And confusion to why the person went through all the trouble to fill my flat with hearts.

I finally walked into my flat dropping my keys into the basket and close my door to find yet another heart on the back of the door. I picked it off and read it aloud.

Make sure to read all the hearts before leaving, beautiful.

And once again on the back there was a question mark. I sighed and placed my things down on my kitchen table and started to pick up and read all the hearts. By the end of reading every single heart that last read I’m sorry on the back was JM. I knew who it was and started to cry and fell to the floor. I slowly reached my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it going into my contacts to find my ex Jack.

I quickly called him and waited for him to answer. “Hey.” He replied with a slight sad tone. “Ja-Jack can you co-come over pl-please?” I asked messing over my words cause I was crying. “Anything princess.” He replied making my heart flutter once again making me smile. I hang up and pushed myself up off the ground and made my way to the couch and laid down.

I waited a couple minutes until the door to my apartment opened since Jack still had my spare key. I didn’t looked over at him until he was in front of me. I looked into his arms and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” I cried as he wrapped his arms back around. “Shh Y/n it’s okay.” He whispered back kissing the top of my head.

“I love you. I know that now. I fucking love you so goddamn much.” I mumbled against his chest. “I love you too Y/n.” He replied. I pulled back and looked at him. “Please be mine again. Please it’s been so fucking tough. Please be my boyfriend again. I’ll take you out to dinner if you want.” I said starting to think of ideas I could do.

“Y/n I don’t need that shit. All I need is you in my arms. So yes I will be yours again.” He chuckled starting to wipe my tears with his thumb. “Thank god.” I smiled chuckling a bit. “There’s the girl I love.” Jack said tickling the skin under my chin. I laughed at him and kissed his nose. He placed his hands on my knees and smiled connecting our lips making it feel like the first time we ever kissed.

A year ago my mother mentioned in passing that she miscarried 4 times before my brother was born.

I didn’t know I could grieve over someone I never knew.

But I had always said my mother was born to be a mother, nurture was in her instinct. She was strong enough to keep trying.

In 7th grade art class the girls at my table talk about what they want to name their children.
When they ask me, I say I don’t want kids.

What I didn’t know was that I still wanted the option.

I’m getting dressed for PE freshman year of high school.
We are about to go for a run and it’s cold outside.
I offered the girl next to me my jacket, because she didn’t have one.
She told me, “You’re like a mother.”
When I asked why, she said it was because I always wanted what was best for people.

Class is about to begin. A toddler is sitting behind my teachers desk. “Why is there a kid here?” I ask. The boy across from me responds, “What, do you not like kids?”

I’m sitting on the couch with my boyfriend and he asks what I think our children will look like.
I tell him we should adopt.
He asks why.

I’m waiting for the concert to begin, it’s 9pm and I’m at a music festival with people I only half know.
I text my friend seeing where he wanted to meet up, but he never responded.
The next day when I asked him why, he said “I was high, and you’re like family I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

First period honors biology, we are learning about genetics.
My lab partner and I are combining our traits to see what our “children” would look like.
What I learned that class is that you can love something that can’t exist.

My doctor gives me my test results back.
I go home and read articles written by women who have the same mutation and have recently miscarried.
I scroll through forums I read statistics.
They are all saying the same thing: you can’t.

I will let my nieces and nephews sleep at my apartment when they are mad at my brother.
I will pick up my friend’s kids from school and buy them that overpriced toy for Christmas.


I’ll love who I can, whenever I can.
Because that’s all I can do.

—  on being 16 and knowing I can’t have children
The Biggest Teddy Bear

Originally posted by assetandmission

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

The Biggest Teddy Bear

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Has been a lack of some Steve Rogers lately, so some fun fall type event fluff with Steve would be nice.

Note: Because I’m a ho for Steve Rogers, this lil fic will feature both pre-serum! and post-serum! Steve.

Warnings: Halloween. Time to get spooky. (There’s nothing scary in here, I just like to use the word spooky.)

~Brooklyn, October 1939~

She looked just like a painting. Her voice was like a song. Her lips as sweet as sugar. She could do nothing wrong.

Steve Rogers, the smallest, skinniest guy in all of Brooklyn had no chance with this angel. No chance whatsoever. None. But when James Buchannan Barnes, the tallest, handsomest, smoothest guy in all of Brooklyn asked her to the Halloween fair, (Y/N) (L/N) had said no.

“She said what?” Steve laughed. “No way. You didn’t get the girl. That’s a new one.”

“It gets better.” Bucky stated, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“How?”

“She likes you.” his face was smiling now, happy his little friend finally had someone falling for him. Steve almost spit out his coffee.

“What? What happened?”

“I asked her if she wanted to go, she said no. Said she had her eyes on another fella. I asked her who and after about five minutes of annoying the daylights out of her, she caved and told me she had always had a thing for you in high school. However, you never asked her out and she didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You’re kidding.” Steve’s eyes went wide. “Now what do I do? The fair is tonight! I don’t have time to go ask her! It’s too-”

“I did all the heavy work for ya. She’ll be here at eight dressed as Dorothy Gale. You’re gonna be her scarecrow.”

“How did you arrange all of this?”

“I’m just that good. Don’t worry, Stevie. She’s in love with you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

Only a few hours later, you arrived at the boys’ apartment dressed in the blue checkered dress with your hair in braids and bright red sparkling slippers on your feet.

“Hey James,” you greeted when he opened the door. Steve was still in his room, a little timid to come out. “Is Steve ready? He wants to go, right?”

“Steve, (Y/N)’s here!” Bucky tilted his head back, yelling into the apartment. He stepped aside so you could walk through the door. “He’s a bit nervous. He really likes you, ya know.”

“Well good.” You smiled, cheeks tinting pink. “Because I really like him too.” Steve blushed at what he overheard while leaving the bedroom. You liked him. You really liked him. It wasn’t a trick. No. This was a treat. “Oh Stevie, you look so good!” you gushed over his costume.

“Y-you think so?”

“Absolutely!”

“You look amazing too.” he rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to do. What did he say? What was he supposed to do? Bucky gave him a little nudge forward, pushing him towards you. You held out your hand, and he gladly took it, following you out the door to the fair.

~Upstate New York, 2016~

“I’m gonna win you the biggest teddy bear I can find.” Steve stated with determination. He walked hand-in-hand with you through the Halloween fair.

“Yeah?” you asked. It had been over seventy years since that first Halloween you and Steve were together. There had been a lot of time lost between you, but the discovery that you were a mutant with regenerative healing certainly helped matters. You didn’t really age, and according to some of the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists, he probably wouldn’t either.

The big, tall, muscular man who had swept you off your feet was a far cry from the little guy you had fallen for in Brooklyn, but no matter what Steve looked like or how big he was, he was always the same inside. If you had learned anything in your many years, it was that you couldn’t take constants for granted.

“The biggest teddy bear.” he repeated. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. God, he loved you. He wanted to win you all of the toys. All of them. But he would settle for a gigantic teddy bear.

Golden autumn leaves tumbled out of the sky, floating on the wind. Steve smiled, hand tightening around yours ever so slightly.

“You two are sickening,” Tony smirked, looking at you and Steve. You had almost forgotten the other Avengers had tagged along.

“Stark, they’ve been together since 1939.” Bucky reminded him.

“There were a few years apart, Buck.” you spoke quietly, pulling Steve’s arm around you instead.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “Just a few.” He looked at you as though you were made of stardust and magic.

Steve stopped at the next game booth, handing over a few dollars to the vendor and knocking out all of the bottles in one very calculated toss. As a result, the vendor gave you the biggest teddy bear you had ever seen. It was huge.

“This is the best thing ever.” you smiled, standing on your tippy-toes to press a kiss to your super-soldier boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“Anything for you, doll.” his arm wrapped tight around your waist. His lips grazed your forehead.

“Barf,”

“Shut it, Tony. It’s cute.” Nat elbowed him. The others watched you. They had never seen Steve look at anyone like that. Ever. It was almost otherworldly. But to Steve, you were perfect.

She looked just like a painting. Her voice was like a song. Her lips as sweet as sugar. She could do nothing wrong.

Make The Most Of It - Trent Seven (Part Two of ‘Not Another Happy Ending’)

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING! Little bit of angst and then MAJOR FLUFF! Y'all know I don’t write smut but it’s kinda implied, I guess. I hope it’s not too short.

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‘Knock, knock!’ Matt exclaimed, waltzing into the room at the back of the church where she waited. Nick followed his brother, hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.

‘You ready to do this, dear sister? It’s never too late to change your mind.’ Y/N shook her head, standing up and linking arms with the younger man. The heels on her feet killed, the dress was tacky and the veil was itchy but she put on a smile anyway. Her mother was happy, her father was happy, everybody was happy…Almost everybody.

She practically had to beg her father to let the Bucks walk her down the aisle, she nearly resorted to refusing if he didn’t allow it as they had been there through so much heartache and picked her back up again so it seemed right for them to be the ones to give her away. Pete, Tyler, Mark and Adam were all invited, of course. The music of the organ signalled the trio to start walking. All of those eyes on her, waiting for her to reach the man waiting at the end of the aisle. He was there, clad in a suit and tie and ready to marry her.

But he wasn’t Trent.

‘Matt, Nick,’ The brothers both looked at their ‘sister’, ‘Let me go. I can’t do this, tell him I said thank you. He’ll understand why.’

It wasn’t that he was a bad guy, he was lovely but he wasn’t the man she wanted to be with. Trent had always had a hold of her heart, even if he had to go away for a while. Two people who were just so right for one another, forming a bond that not many people seem to understand. She missed him, his touch and his kiss. She missed the words he would whisper to help her sleep after a particularly rough day, his arms wrapping around her waist when she would make tea and the awful, awful dancing to silly love songs on the radio. Leaving him became her biggest regret. His apologies were, at the time, meaningless. All she wanted was to spend her life with the man from Moustache Mountain, protecting one another from any storm that they may face…and she still left him.


Walking away from him was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do; the look of pure anguish and pain evident on her now former lover’s face. A few weeks later, her mother introduced her to Ashley, a mechanic whose mother worked with hers. He also happened to be coming out of a nasty breakup but of much worse circumstances. Ashley was bisexual and the parents of his ex-boyfriend, as well as his father, were extremely homophobic, the result of their prejudice being the arranged engagement between Bennie and an equally lovely young lady. Ashley hadn’t heard from Bennie in months so his mother got talking to her friends, wishing to introduce her son to possible matches.

Several months into the relationship, he proposed. She said yes but they both knew deep down that they belonged with other people. Their mothers meant well, they just wanted to see their children happy and safe. Y/N did wish, however, that she had at least been allowed to choose her wedding dress.

There was not a ‘last night of freedom’ for either of the couple. Instead, they built a stupid pillow and blanket fort in his apartment and cuddled together.

‘Tell me what he was like again?’ She grinned, looking up at the man.

‘Again? Okay. He was the best and kindest man I have ever had the privilege of loving. His eyes were the most beautiful, wonderful things I had seen in my life. We had made all these big plans; eloping to some cute little chapel far away from home, having our own place together somewhere like Amsterdam…Anyway, you never told me about your guy, not really. What was he like?’

‘His name is Trent Seven and he’s wonderful. You never really know what you’ve got until it’s gone, I realise that now. I told you he had cheated on me and I was too heartbroken to forgive him but I wish I had. He’s my soulmate.’

‘Go to him.’

‘What? Are you crazy?’

‘No, but if you’re gonna do it, do it with-’ She cut him off, giggling.

‘Flair?’ The pair burst into fits of laughter at the dumb wrestling joke. And so, they made a plan. Ashley’s father would be livid but it would be totally worth it if either one of them could be with their ‘true love’ again. Their mothers would surely be okay with it, just as long as they thought that they were doing what was best for them.


The moment she was out of the church, the heels were gone and the bouquet had been discarded into a nearby field. And she ran.

Maybe she had thought that happy endings were stupid, that the prospect of something like that being happy was ridiculous. Now, all she wanted. No, all she needed was to be with Trent again.

People in the town looked at her funny. Well, of course they did, there was a woman in a wedding dress running down the street barefoot. It was like a scene from a cheesy 90′s rom-com, especially when it started to rain.

‘Are you fucking kidding me? I HAVE NO SHOES AND I’M PRETTY GOD DAMN SURE THAT WEDDING DRESSES ARE NOT MADE FOR RAIN! THANKS MOTHER NATURE! GO SCREW YOURSELF, YOU UPTIGHT BITCH!’

Never had she been more thankful to climb that bloody flight of stairs that led to his apartment. The estate surrounding was almost deathly silent, a weird thing for a Saturday afternoon, and it allowed her to hear the muffled music coming from one of the homes, his home. The soft, sweet voice of Brendon Urie crooning to Death of a Bachelor was mixed with quiet, choked out sobs. God, it was a gutwrenching sound that made her feel sick to her stomach. At first, she doubted he would be able to hear the gentle tapping of her knuckles on the wooden door, having to convince herself to stay put despite how cold and soaking wet she was. A grunted response of ‘I’m coming’ nearly made her cry. It had been so long since she had heard his voice and it was almost too much to handle. Creaking hinges brought the eerily peacefulness of the quiet estate to a screeching halt, a crack of thunder rolling through the sky with almost perfect timing.

Trent looked awful, safe to say. His eyes were bloodshot and red with tears and yet, she had never seen them light up so fast before. Not a word was spoken as he reached out to touch her cheek, her entire body shaking from the emotional assault that was currently taking place in her brain. Moments later, he had pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if she would be ripped away from him again if he were to let go. The pair slipped into the apartment, closing the door and shutting off the music. Had anyone else been there to witness the moment, they may have laughed at the sight before them; a runaway bride and a scruffy, dishevelled professional wrestler locked in a tight, loving embrace.

‘You’re here, you’re here. Here, here with me. Missed you, missed you so much, needed you. Can’t believe you’re here.’ The weight of nearly a year apart had been lifted off of their shoulders, breaking the dams that held back the tears threatening to fall. Slurred words and messy movements were enough. Neither cared if they were speaking coherently, her only thoughts were about getting out of the hideous dress and making up for all of that lost time. He was still trying to comprehend that she was back in his arms, in his bed.

Only the sounds of the wind howling outside, the movements echoed in the noises made by the cotton sheets and their whispered, breathy declarations of love were audible in the once lonely apartment. Come night-time , a sliver of moonlight shone through the curtains of the bedroom, illuminating the room just enough so that the newly reunited couple could see one another. Very little was said that night, both silently agreeing that any words that needed to be said could be said in the morning. The peaceful silence would likely be gone by morning so they elected to make the most of it, sharing kisses and pressing themselves flush against each other. For now, it was time to sleep, wrapped up in each others arms where they belonged. Yes, this was finally the beginning of their happy forever.
We Meet Again Pt. 2

Over You

(Continuation of: http://gilinskysukulele.tumblr.com/post/136286872789/you-and-jack-have-been-dating-for-3-years-and-you )

A/N: Wrote this awhile ago but never posted it. Enjoy the drama that is about to unfold my loves :) Requests are now open. xx 


Something about today just made me feel different. Or maybe I’ve felt this way for a while now. Whatever it was, I liked it. I felt in control. I felt like I was me again. Nothing could change that. Not even Jack Gilinsky.

It’s been over a year since we broke up and since I caught him cheating on me with Madison. I cringe at the image of them together in our bed. But this whole experience made me realize that he was holding me back. I spent so much time worrying about what Jack wants or what Jack needs. When I should have been worried about what I wanted and what I needed. And what I needed back then was to get as far away from him as possible. And what I want right now is for that to stay that way for a long time.

We haven’t spoken since that day. Well, that’s not true. The last time I spoke to him was when I went over to our apartment with Sammy to get all of my things. It wasn’t the kind of conversation he wanted I know that for sure. It was more of “here’s what I’m taking and here’s what you can keep.” Then handing him a list and emphasizing that he should be happy to be keeping our California King sized bed. I still remember Sammy trying his best not to laugh at Jack’s dumbfounded expression. Sammy’s laugh reassured me that I was going to be okay. And I was. He was a big part of helping me get over Jack.  

Well after some awkward exchanges and Jack begging me to stay, I managed to get all of my stuff back. And that was the last time I ever saw him. Sammy sees him all the time, but that’s because they’re childhood friends. I did ask Sammy to not share any information about my whereabouts with him. After all, he didn’t deserve to know at least that.

I started living with Sammy at his request because he felt like I would distance myself from him because of the fact that him and Jack were still friends. To be honest, I’m glad he convinced me to stay with him because I would have left everyone behind in search of a new beginning. But Sammy still made that possible. It did not take long for me to forget about Jack.

The only way I could let go of what happened was if I forgave him. And I did. I realized that I was more hurt over the fact that he chose someone else over me. I figured it was a girl thing. When a guy cheats on you, you start wondering about yourself and what made him come to this point. And what was the reason that made him cheat on you in the first place. Was it your hair? Your eyes? Did I not have big breasts? Was my butt not big enough? Was it my smile?

Then I remembered that I was questioning myself over a guy. I wasn’t created to be that “girl” that he wanted. I was created to be the girl I wanted. The girl I was comfortable with. The girl that made me happy; someone independent and intelligent. I was perfect for me. And just like that I was over him.

Everything exciting happened when I started dating Sammy.

We started going on dates way before we actually started calling them that. Everyone assumed we were together because we lived together. And eventually it just became that way. I found out Sammy liked me from his best friend Anastasia. She spilled everything to me much to Sammy’s dismay. But I fell for him the moment I noticed all the little things. He went out of his way for me. Sort of what I did for Jack, only difference is that I would go out of my way for Sammy. And then everything fell into place.

Living together became a sleepover every day. We would go out to eat or stay in and cook. Movie nights or movie days. He’d even come to work with me on his day offs and my best friend Lindsey and I loved having him with us. He definitely had a sense of fashion once he got over his bleached hair and helped us a lot when it came to putting together blog ideas. But he was just full of joy, he lit up every room he walked in. And I finally felt like I was somewhere good.

“Hey babe, Lindsey called. She said she tried to get a hold of you for ten minutes now. Where’s your phone?” Sammy yelled from outside of our room.

“What? I can barely hear you,” I yelled back from the closet.

He followed the trail of my voice and found me sitting on the floor. “Lindsey’s been calling you, where’s your phone?” He repeated, chuckling at me on the floor doing my makeup. “Why are you on the floor? You do have a chair for a reason.”

Since Sammy and I started dating, we decided to get a house. The apartment will forever be missed but it was time to expand and he was someone I was willing to do it with. The closet I was currently in was a walk in closet, which was why there was always yelling in this house. It had to be my dream home. Black and White everything with some pink here and there in the closet and everything that was mine. Sammy on the other hand chose blue for his things. It was the most agreeable and cutest décor I’ve ever seen.

“I was plucking my eyebrows because there were one or two hairs that grew back and I couldn’t see sitting down on the chair. So I sat here and ended up getting lazy,” I lost my train of thought as I finished my eyeliner and moved on to mascara.

“So you stayed on the floor? What am I going to do with you?” He laughed and reached over to the vanity grabbing the phone.

“I didn’t hear it ring,” I looked up at him innocently. But I lied. If I pretended I didn’t hear my phone, then that would buy me extra time.

Lindsey and I were having our typical girls’ night or day because it was around lunchtime. We never planned anything on these little adventures of ours, only to get dressed and then find somewhere random that we’ve never been to and go eat there. Then we’d do whatever we wanted after that. I mean you’re never too young or old to explore and L.A. was the place to do it.

I always thought that’s what made us different from everyone else. We were still the biggest kids at heart. And it was the biggest kids who had the biggest hearts.

“Of course you didn’t,” he said sarcastically. “Hey it’s going to be kind of windy out tonight, there might be a storm. I told Lindsey to make sure you guys don’t get too wild tonight.” He sat behind me and watched me do my makeup in the mirror.

“Thanks babe,” I managed to say with my mouth open as I finished my mascara. I heard Sammy laughing behind me. “I try my best not to make the face okay.” Sammy continued to laugh. He didn’t understand how there was always the mouth gaping expression girls made when doing their mascara. As much as you try to hide it from your boyfriend, you find yourself doing it. I mean this might be the only way your mascara comes out perfectly.

“What are you wearing tonight babe?” Sammy wrapped his arms around my waist behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, watching as I put on lipstick.

“Probably the new top I bought which would be perfect for this weather.” I pointed at the black long sleeve that covered my chest but exposed a good portion of my back.

“You’re going to look so cute,” his sound was muffled as he dug his face into my shoulder and I let out a small laugh at how he was trying to distract me. “Y/N some of the boys are coming over later. Nate said he’s going to come over in a bit because Lindsey is going to be with you,” he whispered.

“Just please make sure Nate doesn’t get drunk again and start making out with the furniture. He used my favorite lipstick!” I exclaimed. That was a night I’ll never forget. Nate tried to convince me that it was definitely his color, but it wasn’t and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. When you had a few glasses of wine and it’s 2 am, everything just seems funnier even when it’s not. Like Nate wearing my lipstick and getting it all over the pillows. That was the best night ever. He still denies it. And that was just last week.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t get into your makeup,” Sammy giggled.

“How did he even know where to look?” I laughed with him.

“Honestly, I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”

I got up only to see Sammy still holding onto me like a little kid. I tried shaking him off but it only made him hold on tighter. RING

 

“Sammy go get the door! I’m not dressed! And if it’s Lindsey say I’m like down the street or something, she’s going to kill me if I’m not done!” I ran to the chair grabbing the black long sleeved.

“No fair. I was waiting for you to get changed! I’m not going until you change,” he winked at me.

RING

“Sammy! GO!” I yelled at him to go.

“Come here,” he pulled me in for a quick kiss. His lips were always warm and welcoming, even if it was just for a second. And he always tasted like strawberries. I grabbed him again as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I held his face pushing myself on him.

RING

He pulled away giving me a quick peck on my forehead as the doorbell interrupted us. I laughed noticing he was smothered in lipstick.

I quickly took off my robe and put on the long sleeved shirt. Then grabbed a pair of light washed ripped skinny jeans and put them on worrying about if Lindsey would come upstairs and throw a fit because I wasn’t done. Or maybe it was Nate. I prayed that it was Nate.

I grabbed a pair of black heels and sat down on the chair of my vanity to hook them up. I folded my jeans satisfied with how cute everything looked. I wiped off the lipstick and reapplied to look a bit more put together and not like I just made out with my boyfriend. I imagined Nate or Linds laughing when they saw him. But he would be too clueless to realize. I opted for a matte red instead of my usual pink. It suited my olive skin tone, but so did the red. I grabbed a diamond choker and quickly hooked the back of it. I put some diamond studs on and took my curlers out, spraying some hairspray. Standing in front of the mirror, my outfit was perfect.

All that was left was to run downstairs and hope that Lindsey did not try to kill me.

 

           “Y/N! Lindsey keeps texting me for you to hurry up!” Sammy yelled from downstairs.

“Calm down I’m finished,” I made my way down the stairs then quickly opening my purse and throwing my lipstick in. Looking up, my eyes met with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes.

“Y/N,” he said almost breathless, but so was I.

“Jack,” I managed to let his name escape my mouth.

Amélie Lacroix (Widowmaker) X Child!Reader

Warnings: Major character death, minor blood/violence


A/N: Okay I feel really good about this one, but it’s not proof read by anyone else so if you have any questions/comments/concerns feel free to comment them :) (also key at the way bottom for foreign languages)

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The Dance

Summary: Because of Kevin’s nagging, the reader goes to the Riverdale Semi-Formal with him but the night ends with Jughead.

Length: 2,853


Riverdale High Semi-Formal was written in fancy lettering at the top of the posters mounted on the walls. Every classroom had them posted outside their door, every first locker of every row had them taped, and some students were even handing them out to those passing by. One was shoved into my hands as I made my way to my locker. I glanced at it and crumbled it up before tossing it onto the pile of books and notebooks, chaotically organized at the bottom of my locker. I grabbed my purse and jacket then headed outside for lunch.

At their usual spot, Betty, Kevin, and Archie talked, and I’m sure, filled in the newbie Veronica about goings-on at the school. I walked by and sat down at my favorite tree on the little hill at the side of the school yard. I grabbed the apple out of my bag and started on my lunch as I opened my book and picked up where I left off.

Atonement?” A voice asked. “You’re seriously reading that book again?”

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The Boy In Yellow

Morty x Female! Reader


You were in school one day, sitting in the back as you began to slowly trace a little doodle in your paper. The small doodle looked so rough against your clean and neat notes, you glared at it, and began to trace it. Mr. Goldenfold continued to drone on about simple mathematics, you wanted to leave already, this place was cramped, and none of the kids here had any character. You gave a small sigh, dropping your pencil surrendering to your boredom, it was hard to fight, and the clocks hands weren’t moving faster anytime soon.

“Alright, class, what’s six times nine?” Goldenfold exclaimed with that monotonous drawl, he didn’t want to be here either, hell, nobody did.

“54,” said the class with the same drawl, except one kid, who’s voice cracked slightly as he said the number wrong. He was off by a few, but the class didn’t seem to even notice.

The kid in the yellow shirt was resting his hand in his palm, looking a bit tired. Why was he always so tired. You narrowed your eyes at him, studying the class nerd. His brown hair had small curls, shining fully against the fluorescent light above. His brown eyes looked dead, it was obvious enough the kid had trouble keeping awake. You pondered his name for a second, who was this kid? Nobody talked to him, and he rarely ever talked, except when he was talking to the red haired girl who seemed to always find some guy to talk to during lunch, Jessica. He seemed lovesick for the girl, every now and then saying her name instead of the answer. You scoffed slightly, trying to deny the fact you just stared and studies some need in class like a creep.

Just like that, your studying paid off! The ball rang and your body jolted into its remote schedule, and you were off. Suddenly, you turned back, you forgot your books. You shook your head, a bit too quick, [Y/N].

You walked to the desk, and there likes your notes all cleanly compact in a binder. You looked over, and there he was, that kid in the yellow shirt. He was asleep and Goldenfold had already left the room. He was a real shitty teacher when you thought about it. You shook him slightly, and in sudden panic you forgot his name, and you paused. The boy stirred, and he groaned as he sat up, drool slightly trailing down his chin. His brown eyes met yours. He suddenly looked panicked, you didn’t know what else to say, so you stated back.

“O-Oh shit, shit, I-I’m sorry,” the kid said as he scrambled to grab his stuff. The boy moved slowly, almost pitifully off balance. You handed him his books, still silent as you watched him scatter like a scared mouse. He ran out quickly, and you just stood there. It suddenly hit you that this was the first time he had been in school longer than just first period. He was the kid everyone whispered about, how he kept disappearing with his grandad.

You grabbed your backpack and headed out, heading towards the door, suddenly hushed loud whispering met your ears, you reached your locker, but gave a curious peek. There was an old man, dressed like a mad scientist, his eyes wild, His hair everywhere as you heard him speak to someone. The way he looked it was most likely himself. As you leaned back, there was a sudden voice, that cracked one, the one that stuttered to even say something to you.

“Rick, I-I’ve had enough, I don’t want to go, I haven’t slept i-in weeks, Rick, weeks! What’s your problem anyways? Y-You destroyed the council, y-you don’t need me anymore!”

You seemed shocked, he never spoke like that before, who the hell was this kid? What or who was the council? You heard a gruff voice, slurred slightly, but mainly serious, it was obviously the old man.

“Morty! Come on, w-we gotta go get these crystals, I need your help, y-YouUUUGhr my little buddy,” the voice said desperately, and suddenly the big was passing you, and you felt your body tense up. The old man made a defeated growl, muttering cusses as a weird electric BZZT! quickly faded. The boy sighed as you looked at the Boy. He looked at you, and for a second, he looked a bit hurt. You opened your mouth, and the kid perked up. It was like he never had a girl actually talk to him. You closed your mouth, and looked away. You didn’t know what that kid was into, who he was working with. Was that the grandad everyone whispered about? You loaded your books into your locker. The kid walked to his locker and disappeared. This boy was obviously working with something, you didn’t know what it was, but you were too afraid to ask. The kid seemed so off, he was off before, but there was a lot more to him then he let on.

You closed your locker, and suddenly one of your friends leaned in, scaring the piss out of you. You squeaked as she laughed, holding her backpack.

“Why are you oggling Smith over there?” She asked with a sly smirk. “Out of all the people in this school, you stare at him?”

You gave a small shrug, honestly you’ve told yourself that, the kid was weird. All he did was talk to Jessica and get the shit beaten out of himself. He was an off one, so yes, why were you staring at him? Maybe you pitied him, maybe you felt bad for the kid, be the white knight for him?

“Uh, hello? [Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry… who is that kid anyways? He seems weird..”

“Morty Smith, the one who keeps disappearing and coming back in portals, but that was before you moved here, he doesn’t disappear that much anymore…”

“Morty,” you said with a slight curious tone.

Morty Smith, you thought, it was such a odd name, but it fit him. You felt yourself grow more curious about him, tomorrow you would confront him, tomorrow you’d learn about a world beyond the stars. But that was tomorrow. Today you needed to go home and just relax


Part 2 Coming soon~♡