this is how i choose to spend my nights

MASTERLIST

As of: October 28, 2017

ETHAN

Netflix and chill?

“I’m coming over for cuddles and kisses.”

“I’m living every girls dream.”

Shopping

“I can make an exception for you.” (Halloween)

“Chillin’ by the fire.”

Date Night

“I don’t care if I get sick.”

“Chivalry is dead, but you’re still kinda cute.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re sleeping.”

“No hints, sorry.” (Christmas)

“Morning beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is my business.”

“Be the strong girl that I know you are.”

“I believe in you, and you should believe in yourself.”

“Baby Food Challenge.”

“I’m so glad I can finally call you mine.”

“I’m catching feelings.”

“I love every inch of your body.”

“I need to know that you’re okay.”

Babysitting

“I don’t like when we fight.”

“I hope you’re not mad at me.”

Day of Filming

“Come with us.”

“I have a huge surprise.”

“Please prove them wrong.”

“Happy New Year.”

“This is gonna be a long night.”

Late Night Dance Party

“Thank you for being here.”

“I love you so much already.”

First Date (Preference)

“It’s time for us to take the next step.”

“I cherish our friendship more than anything.”

“Any time would’ve been a good time.”

“I promise they’ll love you.”

“You should smile more.”

“I could really use a cuddle.”

“Babe, is everything okay?”

“I just wanted us to have a lazy day together.”

“How can you love something so broken?”

“Boyfriend buys my clothes.”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“Can anything else go wrong tonight?”

“I told you to be careful.”

“I can’t wait to fill this house with memories.”

“You wanna take a drive with me?”

“You’re gonna have another me to deal with.”

“I can’t wait for you two to find out.”

“I need to take care of you.”

“You deserve this so much.”

Ruin

“Loser Gets Their Tongue Pierced.”

My Couch

GRAYSON

“You’re the best, you know that?”

“I’m here for you always. You know that.”

Shopping

“Who’s tryna get bit?” (Halloween)

“You should probably stay a couple more days.”

 “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’ve gotta mark my territory.”

“But you know I like to spoil you.”

“C’mon, let’s go.”

Dear John

“Everyone is Going to Love You.” (Christmas)

“You didn’t tell me you were twins.”

“It’s just a movie.”

“It’s like you don’t even know who I am.”

Night of Relaxation

“I think it’s time to confirm everything.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Were you out with another guy?”

“You shouldn’t be scared to tell me things.”

“Girlfriend vs. Brother Challenge”

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about her.”

“I am so blessed I get to call you mine.”

“Are we having twins?”

“You like him, don’t you?”

Grayson fights your ex

“It was her boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Happy birthday babe.”

“I made a mistake.”

“Back off my girl.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Merry Christmas baby.”

“I just wanna cuddle right now.”

Valentine’s Day Road Trip

Rainy Day

First Date (Preference)

Tea Time

Shower Sex (Preference)

Best Friends (Preference)

“You’re not a burden.”

Prom

Hawaiian Vacation

Traveling (Preference)

Dive

“Do you forgive me?”

“Our fans ship us.”

“You’re stuck with me.”

“You need a vacation.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to Coachella.”

Target Adventure

“You had a boy over?”

“I wanna be more than friends.”

“I’ll always appreciate your company.”

Never Have I Ever

“Admit it, you like him.”

“I love you.”

“You really didn’t think I would miss your graduation, did you?”

“Clothes. Off, now.”

“I needed to clear my head.”

“You love me too much.”

“I have something I wanna show you.”

“I wasn’t settling.”

“I gotta take care of my girl.”

“I saw a shooting star and thought of you.”

“Boyfriend Does My Makeup” Challenge

“I wish you were my prince.”

“I’m coming over to take care of you.”

“They’ll love you.”

Surprising Grayson on Tour

“You deserve to be happy at all times.”

“You know I’ll get you anything you need.”

“Imagine if the baby was real.”

“This is more than just a bug.”

“Call me, maybe.”

Unforgettable

“Let’s make it official now.”

“It’s not a waste if I’m spending it on you.”

Travel Day

“I really miss you.”

“It’s making me feel better already.”

Bowling Date

Taking You to see Your Favorite Artist

Teaching you How to Long Board

A Night In

Playing Tourist

Making Homemade Pizzas

Night at The Carnival

Drive In

Late Night Bonfire

Crash My Party

“Are you sure you’ll have time for me?”

“We should have a scary movie marathon.”

“You’re great with kids.”

BOTH

“Messy Trivia Challenge”

The Dizzy Challenge

“Which one would you choose?”

What’s in My Pants Challenge

“You’re better off without him.”

Driving Around with The Twins

Stupid Questions

Part one if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

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“Okay so this is how the stage is going to be set up, your pianist will be here, drums, violin, guitar, everything. And on Wednesday, we can rehearse. Sound good?” The producer tells you while pointing, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. All you could hear or see were those comments people left under the interview.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Stacy says, still holding your hand. You and Stacy begin to walk off the stage to go talk to the other directors. “Hey Y/N!” You hear someone call your name and when you turn around, it’s the last person you want to see.

“It’s me Harry!” He smiles and all you can do is tear up.

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1+1=3

“It’s suits you.” “What does?” “Fatherhood.”

PART TWO

Characters: Steve x reader, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, smol child Barton

Summary: You knew what you were getting into when you married Steve Rogers. While spending time with Laura Barton, you become in tune with how badly you want children but long weeks spent apart and worried nights alone made it hard to do the things a normal married couple might do. Steve returns home from a mission, but is now the right time for ‘the’ conversation?

Warnings: A little angst, kinda suggestive at parts, cuteness at the end thoooo

Words: 2521

A/N:  So this cute little thing was based off of the prompt above that made my heart melt when I came up with it. If you guys want to send me requests based off of gif sets and stuff like that two please please don’t even hesitate, my requests are wiiiiiide open.

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Royalty AU 3/5 (Kanej)

PART I | PART II

  • every single one of the girls pounces on Inej as soon as the ball ends in the carriage ride back 
  • Inej doesn’t really have the heart to speak about it 
  • Dunyasha is more than happy to fill in with gloating about how she danced with the Count three times and he said he was “charmed” by her attitude 
  • in the morning, each of the girls eagerly wait for the mail to be distributed out because despite Dunyasha’s advantage of having Kaz’s compliments and three dances, each of them got to dance with him at least once 
  • Inej just pushes away her eggs and tries to secretly read her textbook on Trade and Commerce because selected or not, she’ll be forced to stay in Kerch for some time until she finds a suitable partner to marry, according to Duchess Van Houden
  • so learning about the trade of Kerch is crucial if she wants to survive here, take a boat, and sail back to Ravka to her parents 
  • Dunyasha receives an invitation to have lunch at Kaz’s estate which she immediately presumes to be lunch with Kaz 
  • HOWEVER it basically turns out to be a luncheon with Nina and Wylan, who pretend to be completely ignorant of Dunyasha’s irritation
  • they didn’t think this girl would be trustworthy immediately, so they took matters into their own hands
  • because while Dunyasha and Kaz would be Kerch’s most terrifying power couple, some of the Dregs aren’t sure that they’d really trust the Princess, who’s known for her deadly nature and daydreams that she concocts as reality for herself 
  • Inej gets a simple letter with a crow seal lying on her nightstand and reads how she should meet him at the earliest possible hour of dawn at a rundown club called the Slat
  • she sneaks up behind him (waiting for her) at the front door and he lets out an ungodly yell 
  • and well, Inej breaks out in laughter at that and Kaz does a double take
  • she’s still smiling as Kaz ushers her in the Slat
  • and the two of them talk for hours; Inej about how she was forced into this process and how she’ll probably never see her parents again, Kaz admitting that he wanted no one to inherit his empire as he plans to burn it down to the ground
  • “Why would a high and mighty count choose someplace like this to spend the night?” 
  • “Rumor has it that I was born here and crawled my way into the royal family’s hearts when they were visiting the impoverished.” 
  • “A bastard noble inheriting half the kingdom? Sounds like a story I’d like to see.” 
  • and when it’s getting late, Kaz insists on escorting her back
  • Inej pulls this off because she doesn’t try and bring her dresses, like the other girls would to impress him 
  • He’s impressed anyway 
  • Someone in the Slat mutters that “a girl with such a pretty face should stick to dressing instead of pretending to dress up like the big boys” 
  • Inej then gives a fine demonstration of her right hook that knocks the man who said this on the ground
  • Kaz is even more impressed 
  • As he gets to know her, he realizes that he’s slowly falling for her and plans to announce to Heleen that she’s his choice for his future spouse
  • until the night before he plans to say this, Inej sneaks into his room in his sprawling manor 
  • “This room is five stories in the air.” 
  • “Windows. They’ve got these revolutionary things called ledges.” 
  • Inej says she’s finally going to be free, because he’s selected a bride and that means she can slip away and board a boat back to Ravka 
  • as Inej talks avidly about her parents and how much she misses home, Kaz’s heart sinks 
  • so when Inej leaves, he unrolls the announcement scroll, swallows back his hesitation, and crosses out Inej’s name, writing Dunyasha Lazareva in its place with looping letters and a final, trembling flourish
“Together” (Fire and Ice) chapter two

a/n: What happens the after boatsex. Got damn this ship is going to kill me. I WILL GO DOWN WITH IT.

Part 1 is here

If you prefer to read on fanfiction.net: Part 1 | Part 2

                                                      JON

Jon woke with a start sometime in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. His heart was racing. Visions of falling dragons and ice and the dead burned in the back of his eyelids …all his loved ones, every single one…and at the front…Daenerys, naked and dead, flesh rotting off her bones, holding a baby with terrifying blue eyes.

Jon…” she had whispered eerily, voice dead and hollow and raspy with decay.

He squeezed his eyelids shut tight, trying to burn the image away. Opened them again to dimly lit planks above his head. The candles had nearly burned low. The baby’s cries rang in his ears like the chilling sound of three blows of the horn.

He turned his head to his right. She lay with her back to him, sleeping soundly, soft little snores vibrating in his heart. Her silver hair shimmered in the candlelight mixed with the moonlight streaming through the window.

Terror gripped his heart.

The dead were coming.

He felt it, more and more everyday. The longer it went on, the more terrified he was. This…waiting…traveling…it was taking too long. He needed to be at the wall now with a host of men and women and his back to fight the dead.

He leaned over and kissed her hair. Daenerys stirred, but did not wake. He sighed. Sat up.

Jon placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes hard, still unable to burn the image from his mind.

Daenerys.

Gods, why now. Why here. Why now, at the end of the world, was he only allowed to find this? Find her? Find love like this?

He drew a deep, heavy sigh. His heart rate was slowly returning to normal.

He leaned back, over his Queen again. Hooked a finger around her silver curls and pulled them behind her ear. Kissed the skin now exposed and down her neck. She stirred. Her eyes opened a sliver.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” he whispered softly. “I’ll be back.”

She nodded sleepily. He kissed her cheek again and she smiled half a smile. He softened. Oh, how he’d fallen.

He stood, dressed as quiet as he could, leaving his armor behind and only putting on his fur-lined leather shirt. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before leaving Daenerys’ cabin, then went above decks.

Only a small skeleton crew piloted the ship this late at night. He nodded to the helmsman, who nodded back and returned his eyes to the open sea.

It was beautiful out here, fresh sea air filling his nostrils, moonlight bouncing off of the calm sea. Rhagael paddled softly in the water at some distance away, moonlight reflecting off of his green scales. He watched as the the dragon took a long draw of water and puffed, smoke and steam rising from his nostrils. Jon inhaled deeply at the same time as the dragon, his deep breath finished long before Rhagael’s giant lungs had filled even halfway.

The air was slightly chilly, and he felt the heat that he had garnered over the night quickly disappate. He shivered once more and sighed.

Jon walked to the edge of the ship and took out his cock to piss over the side. The air filled with the scent of sex that lingered on his cock.

Daenerys’ beauty filled his mind once more, and made it slightly difficult to piss as he grew slightly hard. He winced and forced it out.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

He heard footseps behind him and he turned his head.

“Snow,” said Tyrion.

“Tyrion,” Jon replied.

Tyrion stood beside him at a decent distance and also pulled out his cock. The hard sound of his stream hitting the water below filled the night. Jon continued pissing.

“Beautiful night,” said Tyrion.

“Yes,” said Jon. He has no reason to know, Jon thought firmly.

“I am sure our Queen would appreciate this beauty,” said Tyrion slyly.

Fuck, he knows.

Nevertheless, Jon played along.

“I’m sure she would,” said Jon.

Overhead, he heard a soft, deep growl. He looked up to see Drogon flying in circles overhead, ever watchful. The Dragon tilted his head and one of his great red eyes met Jon’s briefly, examining him, looking straight into his soul, before looking out to sea again. Jon shivered. They were so much more intelligent that he had ever thought. Not just beasts.

“Our Queen has not recovered from the loss of her child yet, I think,” said Tyrion softly. He had finished pissing and now he was watching Rhaegal with a tight expression on his face.

“No,” said Jon softly in agreement, shaking off and putting away his cock. “I don’t think she quite…believes it happened. Not really.”

Jon had felt grief before, many times, had seen it in many men and women in his short life, had seen it destroy many men and women; but he didn’t think he would ever understand…hoped he would never understand… how it felt to lose a child. Much less a child that was one of the last great wonders of its kind, such a marvel of a beast that all around the world were in awe and fear of it. He thought back to when he had touched Drogon’s hard, scaly smooth snout. The heat that had radiated from him and filled Jon with fire. His heart mourned for one less in the world.

“It was a reckless thing,” said Tyrion, jaw tight. “Her going to your rescue. Reckless. Foolish. She shouldn’t have done it. I advised her not to, but she wouldn’t listen to me. She had to save you.”

Jon didn’t answer. He avoided looking at the dwarf, eyes fixed on Rhaegal out to sea. He could feel the dwarf’s eyes burning into him.

“Love makes people do reckless, stupid things without a thought to the realm, Jon Snow.”

He could hear some unspoken pain and anger in Tyrion’s voice and finally looked at him.

“I know that,” he said. He could not help the bite in his voice, feeling strangely defensive. Of course he knew that, he’d seen it. Heard about it. Read about it in history books, how two people’s love for each other would almost always make the world burn and the common folk reap the consequences.

“Do you?” said Tyrion. “Because I’m not so sure. This relationship you are forming with our Queen-”

“I’m not-” he said defensively.

Tyrion silenced him with a look.

“I may be a foolish, drunken dwarf, but I’m not an idiot, Jon Snow. Nor am I blind. It’s in my job description to know what goes on behind closed doors, especially in regards to our Queen. It’s in my job description to protect her from all threats, political and otherwise.”

Jon sighed.

“Look I don’t know how you found out-I don’t care. But what happens between her and whoever she chooses to spend her nights with is her business, and hers alone.”

Tyrion shook his head.

“You know nothing of politics, Jon Snow,” he said, his eyes hard. “This is not like a battle, or a fight against the dead, or wildlings. Politics is a long game. If you don’t learn how to play it, you’ll be as dead as those beyond the wall before you know it.”

Jon swallowed, anger rising.

You don’t-”

“Jon, I’m speaking as your friend and as the Queen’s Hand. I don’t wish to anger you.”

Jon huffed and looked back out to sea, watched Rhagael groom underneath a wing. The moonlight shone green through the outstreched translucent wing. He sighed again.

They were quiet for a moment.

“When we left Meeren,” started Tyrion. “Daenerys had to leave a lover behind, a man she thought she loved but told me she had felt nothing when ending it. She had done the right thing. She knew it, I knew it. She had to leave him behind.”

Jon didn’t know why Tyrion was telling him this.

“When we reached Westeros, we would need to form alliances. Strong alliances that could not easily be broken, not even with time. I told you, politics is a long game. We would need to secure an alliance that would last for life, long beyond the War with Cersei. Long after Daenerys sat on the Iron Throne. I knew this going in. She did too, I think.”

“Marriage,” Jon realized, his heart sinking.

“You learn quickly, Jon Snow. Very good.”

Jon’s heart sanker deeper.

“I didn’t know who it would be,” Tyrion continued. “However, I knew she would need to be unmarried and unattached. My mind ran through several options. There was Loras Tyrell, after all, the Reach is the second richest house in the seven kingdoms, they would be a powerful ally. Although that idea got blown up along with the Sept, courtesy of my dear sister. There was Dickon Tarly, after that, a second, less powerful house, but the next most logical to take over the reach after the death of the Tyrells…although that went up in flames as well. Perhaps a Dornish prince? For sure, they were one of weaker alliances with a powerful position. There would always be one of the many sons of Walder Frey, perhaps? The twins is a strategically valuable position…although Winter Came for House Frey, as the common folk whisper. Good riddance. They were a terrible family, with no loyalty, and capable of much worse things than even the Red Wedding. That never would have been my first choice, only as a last resort.”

“Get to the point,” muttered Jon. Tyrion ignored him.

“And then there was my brother, who, although he would hate it as much as she would, would make a very strong, powerful alliance and put an end to the war in a swift stroke. Though, of course Cersei would never go along with that…for reasons you and I both know. She wants Jamie all to herself. And she would never give him up to her worst enemy, of all people. I do believe my dear sister hates our Queen more than she does me now…which is saying something.”

They both exchanged a look. Tyrion’s lips twitched upwards.

Jon felt his heart, which was so full only hours ago, sink deeper and deeper into a deep black crevice that it would never escape from. He thought he knew what Tyrion was getting at here. His face fell as he looked back out at Rhaegal.

“And you don’t think it would be appropriate for a bastard of Winterfell, with a false title of King in the North to marry the most powerful woman in the world.”

Tyrion was silent for a long time as Jon felt his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes boring into him.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” said Tyrion softly. Jon looked at him. “A marriage alliance between the Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the King in the North is quite a powerful alliance indeed.”

Jon felt his lips part. His heart jumped into his throat.

“It has a precedence,” he continued, “and I do believe it is our only shot at convincing the Northern Lords to accept our Queen while keeping you, who has already bent the knee, in power.

"Aside from that, our Queen has the largest army. The North-which you control-has the second largest army. Winterfell and the North is a strategic location that we cannot afford to lose-especially in regards to the threat beyond the wall, and with Winter here…. I am glad you decided to bend the knee.”

Tyrion smiled weakly at Jon.

“But I’m afraid it won’t be enough for your people. You were elected. You can be un-elected. And Northerlings are strange, fickle beings. If they do not accept your fealty to our Queen, they will put someone else in your place-I am sure of it. Sansa being the most likely choice, and, personally, I think she would make a wonderful Warden of the North. And that is a very distinct difference from Queen in the North.

"And contrary to what you may believe-I do not want you to lose your title as King in the North. Neither does our Queen.”

Tyrion was silent.

Jon took a deep, shaky breath.

“So you mean-”

“Yes,” said Tyrion sadly. “I was going to advise Daenerys that she marry you. You are her age, young, strong, relatively handsome-unmarried. In a powerful position as King in the North, which, I believe, far overpowers your bastard status, and makes you worthy…not that being a Noble really matters anymore anyway, the last two Kings to sit on the Iron Throne were bastards anyway. Plus you have achieved many great deeds in your life and your time at the wall and afterwards. You were by far the superior choice to anyone else in the world.”

Jon took another heavy breath. His heart was hammering. He looked out at Rhaegal, was silent as he watched the great green dragon spread his wings and take off out of the water with great gusts of wind and spray of the sea cause by several heavy flaps of his massive wings. Jon Snow watched, as Rhagael let out a roar and flew into the air to join his brother. His heart was soaring again with the Dragon. He could marry Daenerys.

-But-” began Tyrion, bringing Jon back down to reality with a hard crash. Anything before the word ‘But’ is horseshit. “I did not want it like this.”

Jon felt his heart break.

“What do you mean?” he said, confused.

“Feelings only complicate the matter. Like I said, love…” he spat the word out, like he despised it. “Only makes people reckless. It brings into question every decision a person makes. The northern lords, superstitious, simplistic folk as they are, will think you have been bewitched by the dragon queen-a foreigner who only wants you for strategy. It does not matter what the truth is-and you cannot hide it. More will see. More have seen than I would already have liked. You are completely and utterly in love with her. It complicates things. Extremely.”

Jon hung his head. He could not deny it. He knew he would not try to deny it.

“It shouldn’t matter,” he said.

“No, it shouldn’t,” said Tyrion sadly. He looked at Jon softly. “I don’t blame you, you know. You’re not the first to fall for our Queen and you certainly won’t be the last. She is a very-extraordinary-woman.”

Jon looked at him, brow furrowed.

“Do you-?”

Tyrion let out a burst of laughter, loud and hard. But Jon knew he was masking a severe internal pain. “Me? No. No. No, I will never love again.”

That piqued Jon’s curiosity. Though he knew if he asked, Tyrion would lie. He was very good at it.

“Tyrion-”

“Don’t ask what you don’t want to know, Jon Snow.”

Tyrion’s face was a hard, painful mask.

Jon was silent for a moment.

“I do,” said Jon, in his heavy northern accent. “You’re right. I do - I love her. Nothing could stop that now, I tried to resist, but…she’s…she’s…” he could not describe it. But Tyrion seemed to understand. The dwarf nodded his head.

“And she loves you,” said Tyrion, looking at him.

Jon was silent.

“You know, it’s funny. I’ve seen the Dragon Queen do so many things. Wonderful things. Terrible things. I’ve seen her seek her counselors advice. I’ve seen her threaten her advisers. I’ve seen her tell them to come to her if they ever had doubts about her rule-to tell her if she made a questionable decision instead of plotting behind her back… I’ve seen her free slaves. I’ve seen her capable of great compassion and I’ve seen her capable of great cruelty for those who would harm the innocent. She is ruthless and yet compassionate. I’ve seen her set people on fire with her dragons and I’ve seen her torn apart as she locked them away because they killed a sheepherder’s son. She seeks the advice of those wiser than her, weighs all of her options, and then makes her own that are a far better solution than anyone could have offered her before. I have seen her make many mistakes and she always knew the moment she had made them and learns from them-that is a rare gift. She is a remarkable woman. She will make an extraordinary queen. Far better than my sister. Or cruel Joffery. Or weak Tommen-rest his poor little soul-and She will be far better than foolish Robert Baratheon ever was. Far - far - better than the Mad King. But only-

"Only with the right people by her side.

"She continually…surprises me. I should expect it by now. I thought I’d seen everything from her. I never thought-I never thought I would see her fall in love. But she has. with you, of all people. The Bastard of Winterfell.” Tyrion said with some amusement. “I have to say, I did not see this coming when I met you in Winterfell’s courtyard all those years ago, Jon Snow.”

They exchanged a long look. Tyrion’s face faltered.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” Tyrion asked, face hard and sharp and intelligent.

“All dwarves are bastards in their fathers eyes.” Jon repeated his word’s from so long ago.

“Aye, and what else did I say?”

Jon took a deep breath.

“Wear it like armor, so it can never be used to hurt you.”

They exchanged a long, knowing look.

“Wise words that I’ve taken to heart,” said Jon after a while.

“I’ve had to remind myself … more than a few times.” mumbled Tyrion.

They were silent for a long moment, both deep in thought.

“I do believe, Jon, you will make a wonderful King for our Queen,” said Tyrion finally. “But you must wear your love for each other like armor against the world. So that it might never be used to hurt you. And it will. Believe me. They will use it to hurt you.”

Tyrion’s voice broke. Jon thought he saw Tyrion’s eyes grow shiny, but the small man who was more akin to a giant looked out to sea, hiding his eyes from Jon. There was a very long moment of silence.

“What was her name?” Jon asked quietly and carefully after a while.

Tyrion was silent for a very long time. For a moment Jon thought he might not answer but finally he did.

“Shae,” he murmered silently, the name rolling off his tongue softly, like it was simultaneously the most beautiful and ugliest word to him. It sounded like smooth river rocks coming from the back of his throat, strangling him. Jon suspected he had not said her name in a long time.

Jon was silent for a moment.

“What happened to her?” he asked quietly.

Tyrion’s face grew into a cold, hard scowl.

“I strangled her after I found her in my father’s bed.”

He looked at Jon, and their eyes met with a sharp jolt. Jon knew he saw tears in the Lannister’s eyes then. And Jon suddenly realized it would be very dangerous to cross this man.

“Love is a powerful and dangerous thing, Jon Snow,” he said seriously, his voice was barely more than a cracked whisper. “You could get lost in it. You both could. Don’t forget your duty. Don’t forget her duty. And don’t-whatever you do-Don’t let them use it against you.”

And then he was gone.

Jon took a deep, shaky breath, swaying silently with the rocking of the boat, staring out to sea, his eyes wide, deep in thought, his throat tight. He watched the dragons fly above him for a long time, until he finally decided to return below decks, to his Queen.

He stripped naked again and lay down beside her, pulling her to him and spooning her body with his, clinging to her like she was the only thing that mattered. Kissed her neck as she snuggled deeper into his arms, wiggling her bottom so that his cock nestled between her legs.

“I love you, Daenerys Targaryen. My Queen,” he breathed in her ear. “I will never let any one hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt us.”

Her eyes flickered open sleepily and she twisted to met his eyes. Her gaze softened, but her brows bowed, growing worried.

“What happened, Jon?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said softly. “Just…let me hold you.”

Her face softened. Her fingers brushed his cheek. She kissed him softly. He felt his cock twitch.

They broke apart.

“I love you too, Jon Snow. Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

He smiled softly. Nodded.

“Yeah.”

a/n: yeah, yeah, no sex. But conversations with Tyrion. Just as important. Trust me, you haven’t seen the last of Jon riding the dragon. Proud of this one :) Please REBLOG! <3

I think an interesting trend in the 17776 fandom is a sort of a general disregard for the philosophical questions it raises. So far as we know, there’s no real plot, there are no real problems. We would, very understandably, rather focus on the characters.

But to me, it brings back some very unpleasant memories of childhood fixations. I was very religious, as an evangelical Christian, but I was always dreading eternity. There was no way out, the way I was taught: the soul is immortal. It isn’t a question of whether you will choose immortality, but how. Do you want to suffer or do you want to be with God?

I dwelled on this question for years. I did everything I could to put it out of my mind, but the fear of living forever, the fear of my life on earth being ultimately meaningless in the eyes of God, and in the eyes of my future self, dominated my nights and my nightmares.

What is heaven? What do you want heaven to be? Do you want to spend it serving God? Will you be utterly transformed into an existence you can’t even begin to comprehend? Or will you retain your humanity and just… exist. Forever. Forever without end, your earthly efforts and ambitions long forgotten. You will then be something who doesn’t remember who you are now. Is that any better than ceasing to exist?

See, that’s what is so disturbing to me about 17776. Most of these people don’t even remember who they were. They’ve existed for so long that their past has become less than meaningless. Everything they strived for is irrelevant, both for them and the space probes watching them. They will do this again and again, a hundred times over, and then a hundred times more, again, and again without end, until the earth is swallowed by the sun.

The vikings dreamed of endless war, the immortal Americans dream of endless football, the evangelicals dream of endless worship. They desire these things with a feverish passion, and they want you to feel the same. You can’t help but feel the same even if you don’t want to. You’ll go insane otherwise. It makes me feel sick for reasons I’ve always struggled to put words to.

When 10 said that the humans who were invested in the endless, pointless struggle of the game trapped in the canyon were the lucky ones? And when she said that this was humanity’s ultimate form, chosen of its own free will?

That tapped into feelings I’ve been trying to bury for a decade, and it chilled me to my core.

Just like 10 said, I am very much terrified of living forever. I think it’s most likely my greatest fear.

You’ve Got One Voicemail

Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.

“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.

“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.

“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”

End of message.

someone please tell me why i just spent over an hour of my life watching an asmr video of a girl reading the entire mean girls script… why is this how i choose to spend my saturday night why am i like this

Failing Fridays - Veronica Lodge Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by magnusizzy

Warnings: Nothing much just minor swearing, fluff.

Request: Anon: Veronica fluff imagine with 76 + 25?🤔
25. “That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.”
76. “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Summary: Veronica hangs out at the reader’s place after school after the reader has a bad day.

A/N: This is my first Veronica imagine so I apologise if she’s a little OOC. Enjoy!! xx

After a long day at school you decided that instead of staying back you’d head straight home. You phone buzzes in you pocket but you turn your phone off too exhausted to care. First, all your teachers decided that weekends were overrated and they each gave you 3 hours worth of homework on top the assignments, then Reggie was being an ass, you failed 2 exams you were sure you were going to ace and to top it off you lost your favourite book somewhere in the school. Flopping onto your bed you flip open your laptop, shove your headphones in and put on your favourite movie. 30 minutes into the movie you were fast asleep.

Slam!

You jolt awake and quickly grab your laptop before it falls off the edge.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” Veronica mentions as she sits down on your bed making herself comfortable.

“Yea I’m sorry, I turned my phone off cos I just didn’t wanna deal with people anymore today,” you reply through a yawn.

“Aww come here,” she tells you opening her arms. You obey, crawling to her and cuddling into her, the smell of her perfume soothing you in a weird but wonderful way.

“So, what happened today that has gotten you so depressed?” You bite your lip contemplating whether or not you should dump all of your problems onto the comforting female.

“That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.” She smirks, “in all seriousness though, just tell me and Ronnie will make it all better.” The last comment makes you smile instantly, “See? I’m like magic.” You sigh and start to recount all of the details of your horrible day and she starts rubbing your arm soothingly.

“Aww I’m sorry babe, I know this is going to sound pretty cliche but it will get better Monday,”

“I know but until Monday I have a crap load of school stuff to do in addition to the plans with my family,” you sigh motioning to the work filled bag that you dumped in the corner on your way in.

“Ok, well how about tonight, instead of going to Pop’s with the gang like we usually do, we stay here and have a movie night?”

“Ronnie, didn’t you hear me? I have loads of work to do between now and Monday. I can’t slack off.”

“(Y/N) let’s be honest here, you are not going to get any work done tonight. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. It’s Friday night. So instead of spending hours staring at work that won’t get done, let’s stare at a screen that will either makes us laugh, cry or cuddle or do all 3 at the same time. It’s honestly up to you, but if you choose to work, I’m going to go have to throw it all in the bin and force you to cuddle with me.”

“So my choices are I can do homework and assignments or have a movie night with you but I can’t choose homework?”
“Pretty much,”

“Fine.”

“Yay! Oh come on (Y/N) perk up. We’re about to spend the next few or more than a few hours staring at hot actors and reciting classic unrealistic love professions while we cuddle in your bed.” The longer veronica keeps talking about tonight the more excited you get.

“Now, which romcom do you want to see first?”

“(Your favourite romcom)”

“I wonder how I would’ve guessed that,” she winks putting the DVD into the player. You leave the room while she sets up the movie to get popcorn. Five minutes later you’re both cuddled up under your blankets watching a movie that always manages to pick you up. You look at Ronnie during the movie and she pulls you closer.

Screw Monday, things are already getting better.

A/N: there you go anon, I hoped you enjoyed the imagine. Sorry it’s on the shorter side. Let me know what you think!!

Y/N = Your name

theguardianprincess01  asked:

what if s/o(or Yui) ask the sakamaki brothers to have some fun at the beach ?

Shu: Out of anywhere you could have chosen…why the beach? Sand gets everywhere and it’s way too hot. I’ll go but only if it’s a private beach. The only thing that could make it worse is screaming little kids running around. *smirks* plus I couldn’t control myself if I saw you in a tight little swimsuit.

Reiji: No, absolutely not. It’s way too sunny and hot, and you know how us vampires feel about the sun. Choose somewhere at nighttime, and not somewhere with too many humans. How about a nice midnight walk, with beautiful scenery. That’s a good date, not at the crowded beach. Sound good?

Ayato:  Maybe at night when there’s not as many people and it’s not too hot.   And I’m only going if you wear a bikini…a revealing one too. Ore-sama also thinks we should bring a frisbee or a beach ball.  There’s no way I’m spending my night laying on the sand but there’s no way in hell I’m going out to swim.

Kanato: You know how I feel about sun, plus being surrounded by humans. It’s disgusting. I hate the beach, and teddy will get all sandy. We’re just gonna stay home instead, I prefer those dates rather than going out in public. We can just lay down and cuddle all day. That’s what we’re going to do, whether you like it or not.

Laito:  Why not a nude beach Bitch-chan? I’m just kidding! You get so cute when you’re flustered. Fufu~ I can’t wait to put sunscreen on your bare skin. Just the thought is getting me really excited~.  Mmm let’s waste no more time. I want to see your body clad in a hot little swimsuit~.

Subaru: No… I hate the sun. Plus mornings in general. Choose anything else, literally anything. I’ll pay, my treat. I don’t even care if it’s a five star restaurant, just not the beach. Okay? Fuck don’t be sad…. it’ll be a great night, I promise. You believe me, right? Good… Get ready, it’s getting late so we may as well leave soon.

Reunion

Hey so I’m still alive, which is pretty neat I guess, so enjoy this fic, and please give feedback!

Word Count: 2,143


Nico let tears stream down his face as he lay beside his daughter Allegra, who was finally allowed to join their family that day. He wept out of love for his adopted daughter (the paperwork was made official and she was allowed to live with him as of that morning) and he wept for the fact that his husband had never met her in person yet.

Will was deployed overseas and had to go back before things had moved along too far in the adoption process. The most he had seen were pictures. He was supposed to video call tonight, but Nico knew that plans like that were very loose. Which is why Nico always kept his phone on hand, always ready for a call or text from his husband, even if it got him in trouble at work sometimes.

He ran to his computer as quickly as he could when he heard it ringing. Allegra stirred but didn’t wake up. He ran his fingers through his hair as he hit accept, his smile beaming. “Hey,” Nico breathed out a content sigh when he finally saw his husband again.

“Where’s my little girl?” Will was dressed in his uniform, and the bags under his eyes were impressive. He clearly hadn’t shaved in a week or two. The room was loud around him, but he had headphones in.

“She’s asleep, but I’ll go get her. One moment,” Nico put the laptop on the coffee table and went back to their room to grab their two year old daughter, waking her up in the process. “I’m sorry, but someone very special wants to meet you.” She looked confused but followed Nico to the living room, sitting on his lap on the couch. “This is your Dad, Allegra. Can you say hi?”

Will didn’t even try to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes, and his next words sounded quite choked. “Hey beautiful! Your Papa and I have waited so long for you to join our little family.”

Allegra had grown up neglected, and her speech was seriously delayed and we already had her on the waiting list for speech therapy. “Da.” She leaned against Nico’s chest and her eyes were closing, it was late and she’d had a very long, eventful day.

“That’s right, I’m your Dad.”

“I miss you so much.” Nico hid the pain behind his words.

“I-” The connection was lost.

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More Than My Whole Life

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Prompt Rating: M/E

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Apples // Zach

(1,307 words)

a/n: Happy One Month of Fall 😂💖 (also this is v choppy so pls don’t kill me bc it’s terrible ily all so much)


“I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes”

 The text on my phone reads. My heart flutters happily, excited for my boyfriend’s arrival.

“Okie dokie! ❤ see you later, Zach”

“C’ya 💘”

I skip happily to my bathroom to dry my wet hair. I picked up the blow dryer and ran my fingers through my hair as the warm air hit. I smile, remembering the time when he allowed me to tightly curl his hair for fun. We joked about how he looked like Jack and he spent the night mocking his very best friend lovingly. It had been late summer then but the leaves on the green trees showed their warm colors as the air became more chilly. Autumn had arrived and it was my favorite time of the year. Luckily, Zach’s band had gone on a season-long break after their very long summer tour and I was super excited to spend three whole months with my darling.

After blow drying my hair and loosely curling it, I choose my outfit carefully. I decided to go with a yellow knit sweater, maroon skirt with little dodie tinted flowers sprinkled around, dark leggings and tall brown boots. I pull on my shoes and my phone echos a satisfying ‘ding!’ and I inspected the notification. Another text from Zach:

”Are you ready? I’m on my way”

”Yep, I just need to put on some make-up and I’ll be good to go (:”

”Okay, I’ll see you soon, then.”

”Alright ❤”

I plug my phone in, making sure it’s fully charged so that it would be ready for cute candid pictures that I would randomly take of Zachary. I am a photographer, after all.

Walking back into the bathroom, I gather my makeup supplies and start applying it to my face it to my face lightly. Just as I’m about to finish up my eyebrows, I hear a soft knock on the front door of my Los Angeles condo. I pack everything up and off my counter then grab the belongings that I would need for the day out. I sling my handbag across my torso, slipping my phone in at the same time and search through my closet very quickly for the last thing I needed.

I pulled the warm charcoal colored scarf around my neck and adjusted my hair to fall around my shoulders. Ready to go, I open the door up and see a group of field flowers wrapped in paper bag material, held together awkwardly by a string of twine tied towards the bottom of the bunch. Zach finally notices me and my heart melts at the sight of his warm hazel eyes, “Hey.”

“Hi,” I hug him tightly, breathing in his sugary aroma, “You baked cookies again, didn’t you?”

“How’d you know?” He laughs.

“You smell like the vanilla extract you use.”

“Is that a good thing?” He pulls me closer to his chest, his jean jacket rubbing against my cheek.

“Uhh… yeah! You’re surprisingly good at baking, it’s a little bit scary, babe.”

“Is it, now?” He gazes at me warmly, his soft eyelashes dancing around with his blinks. I nod and he kisses me slowly. Our lips disconnect and Zach leans his forehead on mine, “Thank you, babygirl.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d give you compliments all afternoon long, but we have a date to go on and we’re wasting valuable daylight, considering the days are shorter because of the time jump from last Tuesday.” I giggle. I have a tendency to just spill facts about whatever the conversation topic is about if I’m happy or excited.

“How are you so adorable, (y/n)? You’re such a bright little star.” Zach pulls me in for a hug. ‘Star’ was a nickname that my boyfriend of 10 months gave to me after our first kiss. I remember pulling away from Zach’s lips and observing the twinkling stars in his eyes.

“Every star in the sky is a sun. Besides our sun, the closest star to us is hundreds of thousands of light years away from our solar system.”

He laughed, “What?”

“I-I’m sorry… I just blurt weird things when I-”

“When you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” I smile shyly.

He grins, “You’re as bright and beautiful as a star, that’s a fact I can state.”

I blush and he places a hand on my cheek, embracing the warmth in my face, “You are a star.”

“Remember when I first told you that was falling for you?” Zach’s fingers fidget with the rings on mine, our hands wrapped around each other’s.

“Yep,” I giggle, “When you took me to eat pizza and I accidentally flung a pepperoni at you.”

“Mhm,” He chuckles. We walk to his car and climb in.

“So where are we going?” I ask.

“Remember my uncle’s friend that lives near Torrance?”

“What about him?”

“He owns an apple farm and I was going to ask if you would want to go hang out over there,”

“An apple farm, huh?” I think the idea through, “As long as we have apple pie afterward.”

He interlaces our fingers as he turns the car on, “And apple tarts and apple cider - anything to make you happy.”

“Hey, Zachary!” Mr. Alonzo smiles, sticking his hand out for my boyfriend to shake it.

“Hello, Bryan,” Zach takes his hand, “This is my girlfriend, (y/n).”

Mr. Alonzo smiles and waves. I wave back awkwardly.

“Well, you’re here to explore the orchard, aren’t you?” He asks.

“Yes, sir,” Zach says, slipping his hand into mine and squeezing it lovingly.

“Then, go ahead! You guys can pick off as many apples as you’d like.” He smiles.

“Okay,” Zach pulls at my hand, waving goodbye to Bryan and leading me towards the trees flowering with crisp red apples.

His long fingers rub smoothly against mine as we walk along the rows of apple trees.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Zach whispers when we’re far enough into the orchard where no one can hear us.

“Mhm,” I look over to him. His white scarf contrasts his cheeks and makes them look an even deeper red than they already were from the cold.

“It’ll never overpass your beauty, though. Nothing can, (y/n).” He says, his eyes still on the trees.

I lean over his shoulders and kiss his cheek softly. When I pull away, I realize that I’ve left a bit of residue from my maroon lip stain. I giggle and reach my arm out to wipe it off but he stops me.

“I’m not 6,” He rolls his eyes dramatically and kisses my nose. He grabs a piece of his white scarf and starts to rub at the mark.

“Zach,”

“I’m an independent 16-year-old, (y/n), I know what I’m doing.”

“Bu-”

“Don’t worry, honey.”

“Look at your scarf, Zach.” I snicker.

He looks down, making a small double chin in the process, and sees the colorful swipe on his clothes. He looks up with an embarrassed face.

“Independent 16-year-old… I know what I’m doing.” I mock playfully.

“Hey, shut up,” He desperately tries to get the stain off but only smothers it deeper into the cloth.

I laugh at his terrible actions, “You are very dumb but I love you more than anything on this planet.”

“Thankfully you’re here to keep me from doing more stupid stuff than I already do.” He grins and caresses my face with his soft hand. He pecks my forehead but he stops mid-kiss and gasps.

“What?” I chuckle.

“I just got an idea - I’m gonna climb the tree.”

“I thought we had just agreed on you not being a stupid 6 year old and doing unwise actions.”

“I know, it’s just… it looks fun.” He mumbles.

“Knock yourself out.” I sigh. I can’t stop this reckless child whom I love.

Scarlet

Word count: 1216 words
Summary: “You loved the colour red on me, but this isn’t what you meant.”
Suga x Male reader Gang AU
WARNING, SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD,
VIOLENCE AND DEATH

“Yoongi, do I look okay?”

“I told you when you agreed to marry me, you are perfect.” I lightly played with the hem of my dress shirt, anxiety draining out of me from his soft spoken words. I heard the light creak of the bed, and the familiar scent of his cologne filled my senses.  

“But I know you have rules for me, on what I can wear-”

“And right now, red looks perfect on you.”

“You do these things to my heart Min Yoongi, and I don’t know when they will stop.”

“When we die together?”

“Who says I’ll die with you?” I challenge, even if I knew the outcome to this conversation. I was greedy for the responses that make me feel wanted, like my presence is enjoyed. He stepped forward one more time, so I could feel his breath fan across my face. I shivered from the anticipation.

“(Y/N), I suggest you be quiet. Let’s go to the dinner now, shall we?” He spoke coolly, the hairs on my arms stood on end as I nodded, taking his hand in mine. He walks ahead of me ever so slightly, taking the dominant role. His presence is dark, and cold, while mine is soft and warm. We are complete opposites until left alone, when he holds me at night, when he fights all the thoughts that took me captive years before. People stared, and it was obvious that they were talking about us. ‘The only Mafia boss who has a male fiance’. I felt the words of the woman hit me as I held onto Yoongi tighter. With his careful observation, he noticed and carefully wrapped his arms around my small torso. I released the tension in my shoulders at his kind gesture, feeling my cheeks burn slightly. We finally entered the main dining hall, people everywhere.

“Yoongi! I am so glad you decided to come, I have a gift for you!” A lady spoke, lightly shoving me off of him. My eyebrows furrow as she clings to him like a lost puppy, hurt filling my facial features. Yoongi was staring at her with a bored expression, but I let them be anyways, turning around and walking away without bothering them. I could feel Yoongi’s stare, and the woman’s not-so-gentle voice. I sighed, walking over to the bar. The familiar face, Jin, wipes glasses at the counter concentrating on the glass in his long fingers. I sit, careful to not fall off the tall seat. Jin finally notices my presence, surprised. A look of understanding soon reaches his face as his eyes land on the female hanging off him, and him not trying to get away from her.

“Seems that not everything is perfect right now in Yoongi town, huh?” Jin asks, already placing a cocktail in front of me.

“It was perfect until we entered the room.” I mumble, playing with the lime on the glass, and the broad shouldered man gives silent empathy, cleaning the counter. I sip at my drink, and after a few minutes I feel slightly dizzy,  the drink slowly taking it’s toll on me. The calming music makes me follow it’s melody as I bob my head to it, the instruments ringing through my ears. The music was suddenly stopped as the woman from before goes on stage, her heels clicking noisily with each step.

“Ladies and Gentleman, today we have a special guest, mafia boss Min Yoongi here today!” Quiet cheers could be heard as Yoongi stood awkwardly, my eyes boring into the side of his face. “For his presence today, we have a special gift for him!” She squealed, pointing to a door backstage, multiple women in lingerie walked onto the small, carpeted stage.  I clench my teeth as I continue to listen and watch. “You have the decision to have one,” You could see some women push their chests out, “or have them all!” At the ending of her speech, I lost it and slammed my cup down, getting up and walking towards the exit. I could feel gazes from every single person in the room, except for one. The one who I cared for most, leaving me to my misery by myself. Tears fell down my face as I went into the washroom, locking the door. I felt my breath quicken as fear filled my body, how Yoongi could choose one woman to spend his night in the bedroom with, or all of them. I sobbed into my hand, my throat feeling restricted as I sat down. In the distance, quick footsteps followed by panicked knocks at the door were heard, also followed with a voice.

“(Y/N)? It’s me, Jin, I came to check on you, can you open the door please?” Jin pleaded, his voice sounding vulnerable. I got up, wobbling to the door.  As I opened it, I felt my knees grow weak as Jin caught me, sweat dripped off my forehead as I heard Jin call out my name. My ears rang for a few seconds, before I could hear again. “(Y/N)? Can you hear me?” Jin asked softly, and I replied in a nod, I winced at how I realized my throat was sore.

“Let go of him, Jin.” A harsh voice snapped, making me flinch. I close my eyes as my vision circles in a frenzy.

“Yoongi, why should I let you take care of him? When you couldn’t even look at him as he left?”

“Jin! Don’t test my patience!” He yelled. I could feel Jin shudder in fear as he put me down in front of Yoongi, his cold hard eyes shooting bullets into my body as he helped me up. “I’m sorry (Y/N), you won’t have to worry about her again.” He explains, and I give into his apology, nodding. He picks me up so I can see behind him, and as he starts walking away I see Jin slowly raising his arm, and I then notice the weapon in his hand. My eyes widen as I force myself out of Yoongi’s arms, blocking him from the bullet as it pierces through me. I let of a pained gasp, holding my chest. Jin’s eyes widened, realizing I got in the way. I fall to my knees as Yoongi reacts, shooting Jin, his body falling to the floor. I looked down at myself, my red dress shirt being covered with a darker, scarier red.

Blood gushes from the wound, and also comes out of my throat, spilling out of my mouth. Yoongi gets on the floor, it’s easy to see how red his eyes are as he tries not to cry.

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” He panics, holding my shoulders, making me cry out in pain. Tears start draining off his face as he holds me, our last moment together. “Fuck (Y/N), this can’t be fixed, idiot!” He yells, holding me closer. I feel my breath getting shallower as the pain intensifies.

“Y-Yoongi..” I cough out. “You’ll still get me a fireplace right?” I ask, trying to lighten the situation, but it makes him cry harder, his cries muffled by my shoulder. He looked up at me, as I try to get the last words out.

“Does red s-still look good on me?”

JB Imagine - Hate & 25 min girlfriend (Part 2) - (Best Friend)

A/N: Here is Part 2 ! Hope you guys enjoy it. Also I’d like to wish all of you who are celebrating, a very joyful Christmas. Hope you guys have a great holiday. Please be sure to like and send me feedback for more imagines like this. Make sure to have my notifications on so you won’t miss an imagine post like this one. Much love ❤️

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(Part 2)

Warning : Language

Indirectly speaking here, Justin is basically forcing his fans to like his girlfriend. Until they all do so and learn to accept them being together, you’re telling me that then after he’ll go back to normal ?

This is unacceptable, me being his best friend for so many years and yet he chooses her over me. Can we take a moment to not forget him slapping me… Boy you just crossed the line. This isn’t the end just yet.

Why do I feel like it was all just a break up with an ex ? Because you’re in love with him.No I’m not, he slapped me and he had the audacity to tell me off. We both know deep down you still love him. I’m done.

If you’re wondering where I’m staying over, I’m currently at my old apartment - I bought it for myself yet I don’t stay here, so I just use it as an investment from time to time by renting it out.

Just as I got out of the shower, my notifications went off.

🔥 Cameron D 💕

Hey hey babe ! Haven’t seen you in such a long time, thought we should maybe catch up. Free today ?

Hiii :) it has been way too long and I miss you so much. We have so much to catch up on. I’m free anytime today btw .xx

I miss you too. How about dinner tonight or Would you rather hang out with the guys and some girls at my place ?

Anything sounds good to me, you know I don’t mind either. You choose today and let me know. I’ll be there anyways .xx

Okay well how about this… Dinner tonight at 8 and after that you can spend the night at my place with all of us. Sound good ?

Looks like someone really missed me 😏 jk. It all sounds perfect, can’t wait ! See you later X

Same here, see yahh 😁❤️

So this calls for another mission. Luckily I had a dress in my closet, whilst sadly most of my belongings are at our house, that being Justin’s and mine.

You know what they say about dressing up ? Dress up as if you’re meeting your ex-boyfriend. I grabbed my black bodycon dress and folded it into my duffel bag, for the time being I just threw on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt… Looks like I have to get ready at our place.

Pulling in to our driveway, his car is already parked out…My senses tell me that the chick is here and they’re both doing each other right about now. I parked next to him, grabbing my duffel and locking the car.

I’m not ringing no doorbell because this is just as much as my house as it is his. Unlocking the door with my spare key, I didn’t dare to do my usual of shouting “I’m home.” I’m probably the last person they’d like to find right about now.

The house was surprisingly clean. Something is up. Walking up the staircase hit me like a bus of the memory from yesterday… Ass. Passing by his room I could hear the moans and could sadly still hear it from my room. To try and cut out the disturbing sounds from across the hall, I played Controlla by Drake - DJ Flex Remix.

I threw the current clothes I had onto my bed. Note: I’m just in my underwear. Feeling the music made me want to attempt the Controlla Challenge. {Check it out on YouTube if you haven’t} Moving my hips in sync to the beat - the door was forcefully opened. “What are you - (Y/N)” his jaw dropped open…He’s never seen me half naked or in a bikini before though I didn’t expect that kind of reaction.

Just when my mind thought of being sweet and a tease, thinking I could say “oh hey babe” … Yeah that can’t happen after what stirred up yesterday. My sassy side struck through me “Can I help you ?” I rolled my eyes. I walked into the bathroom throwing on my silk gown to cover half of my body. “Uhm well - you see the thing is - wow” he stuttered, running his hands through his hair and licking his lips, as he was taking his time staring at me.

“Eyes up here perv. What do you want, to cause another fight ? Are you forgetting the part where this is just as much as my house, as it is yours” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Now that you put it that way… never mind, though why are you here…half naked ?”

I bent down to pick up my clothes in which I knew my cleavage is showing, but not that I care because he was too busy effing Sofia in his room anyway. I threw them in the clothes bin “Packing my clothes to move back to my old apartment and I need to get ready for a date tonight”

I pulled out my clothes from my closet in bundles and onto the bed “Why are you moving ? Theirs no need to do that” he walked over and sat on my bed. “Justin. I’m not letting this all go so easily with you twisting your words today and acting nice to me. You slapped me yesterday, not forgetting that you called me a bitch and now you question why I’m moving out when you clearly asked me yesterday why haven’t I fucking left yet ? So are you just playing dumb or needed a memory refresh ?”

He lowered his head looking at his shoes “Now if you can excuse me, I need to shower and get ready…Oh yeah and how’s this - you left your girlfriend to speak to me for 10 minutes when you couldn’t do the same yesterday” I loosened the gown and let it fall to the floor.

I got dressed and went for a neutral look as I wasn’t one to have heavy makeup on unless it’s a special occasion. I sprayed on perfume and grabbed my purse - I can always come by later with Cam to pick up my things.

I went in the kitchen to make myself something to eat and all I could think of at that moment was cheese toast, so I made it.

I placed a glass of water alongside my cheese toast and that was when Justin walked in, taking a seat on the bar stool opposite me. “Ready to cough up and explain ?” I asked and took my first bite of food. The room was silent, trying to ease of the awkwardness I drank some of my water “Your opinion doesn’t make a difference to me, but how did I not know you’re hot af ?” That’s when I spat out my water. Boy crossed the line again. Strike 2.

Originally posted by xxmoonlightxxx

Nat's Bet

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Pairing: Thor x Reader x Tony, Steve, Nat
Word count: 2,182
Warnings: Slight angst

Part 6 of Petty Insults


You were folding some clothes, your suitcase already half full, when Steve came in. “Hey, Steve.” You said sadly.

“A-are you moving out?” He asked, confused.

“For now.” You gave him a small smile. “Tony and I broke up, Thor asked me to stay with him in Asgard for a bit.” Sighing, you placed your shirt in your bag. “Even Thor’s upset with Tony.” You glanced towards your friend. “I feel like I’m breaking up the Avengers.”

“Hey, no. That’d never happen.” He came and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to him.

You sat next to him and nuzzled into his shoulder. “I’ll be back soon. I just need some space and some time.”

He nodded. “I get that. You’ll still visit while you’re staying over there, right?” He glanced over at you.

“Yeah. I can’t blow off my friends, silly.” You pointed out. “Maybe this weekend- if you’re not on a mission- we get a group together and go to the movies?”

He nodded happily. “That’d be great. Everyone would be happy to hear that.” He kissed your head. “Be safe up there.”

“How much trouble could I possibly get into?” You laughed.


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Auston Matthews - Part 17

Big decisions…. 

By the time we break away from each other, there’s several more stars behind Auston and his hair is a rumpled mess.

“Sorry, I might have gone a little overboard,” I say softly, doing my best to flatten his hair back out.

Auston laughs and grabs my hand from his hair and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and my belly clenches in response.

“Do we have to go back to the house?” He asks, his eyes trailing to my exposed neck again, although it’s a bit red in places. “I’ve waited to do that since I was sixteen years old,” he whispers, his fingers under my jaw, tilting my face up so he can peck me on the lips once more.

His words warm me even more and I smile against his lips.

“Really? Cause I’ve wanted to do that for the last four or five days,” I tease before pulling away.

Auston gives me that smile again and grabs my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. I look around and find the inner tube we rode just a few feet away.

“Least we still have a ride the rest of the way down,” I say, reaching over and pulling the tube over to us.

“You could have rode me,” Auston says, getting to his feet and grinning down at me.

“Oh my god, Auston!” I snap, my cheeks could melt the snow beneath me.

“You could have rode me while yelling that,” he adds, helping me to my feet and I smack his chest.

“Stop that!” I scold. “What if your mother heard you say that?”

Auston quirks an eyebrow at me, a devilish grin on his face. “She isn’t here now,” he says his eyes traveling down my body, although I’m not sure how desirable I look in snow pants and a winter jacket.

“As charming as that sounds, we need to go before someone comes looking for us,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Auston gives me an exaggerated, disappointed sigh and flops down on the tube, holding his arms to me and this time I climb much more willingly onto his lap.  

The rest of the ride down the hill goes much smoother and I begin to wonder if it was actually our combined weight earlier that made us crash or if Auston purposely made us. Once we get everything put away, we make our way to the snow mobile and we glance at each other.

“I enjoyed my ride earlier,” Auston says after a moment of measuring each other up.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” I mutter, putting my helmet on and straddling the sled. “Let’s go.” I rev the engine and he laughs, climbing on behind me, much closer than need be, and wraps his arms around my waist.  

We beat Alex and Breyana to the house and are quickly recruited by Mr. and Mrs. Matthews to help pack up the car to go back to Toronto. I help downstairs before going to my room and getting my things together and stripping the sheets off the bed. I can hear when Alex and Breyana arrive and quietly close my door before they come up the stairs.

I go to the window and sit on the bench in front of it, staring outside at the sunset just visible behind the trees. Thankfully I’ve been able to avoid being questioned by Auston about what I’m going to do and I feel a sense of relief that we have a two hour ride back to Toronto where he won’t be able to ask. I remain in the room until I hear Mrs. Matthews calling me from the stairs that it’s time to go.

I throw on my coziest sweater that my mom packed and grab my headphones from my purse before climbing into the middle seat with Auston. This time I don’t mind the distance between us, I put my headphones on and pull my legs up to my chest, curled into a ball against the door. Alex says something to me but I pretend not to hear her.

Guilt begins to gnaw at me once we are half an hour into the drive. I can feel every time that Auston looks at me and I know exactly what’s going through his head. I glance into the backseat to see Breyana into whatever show she’s watching on her phone and Alex is passed out. I twist in my seat, my body now facing Auston and I stretch a leg out, just barely grazing his leg with my calf, but it’s enough to get his attention and I nudge him once. He meets my gaze and I nudge him again, leaning my head against the headrest and giving him a soft smile.

Auston doesn’t smile back but I can see his expression soften and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg onto his lap. I take that as a good sign and spend the next hour and a half staring out the sunroof, very aware of the small circles Auston is making on the bare skin of my ankle with his thumb. What am I going to do?

I start complying a list of pros and cons of each of my options and instead of making anything easier, it feels like I’m slowly ripping my heart into pieces. I let out a frustrated sigh which Mrs. Matthews hears me and looks back at me.

“Everything alright, dear?” She asks, motherly concern plain on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say quietly and Auston squeezes my ankle, but I ignore him.

A few minutes outside of Toronto my phone vibrates on my lap.

Talk tonight. No excuses.

Go figure, it’s from Auston. I want to argue and tell him I just want to go to bed but I know that won’t fly.

               Fine.

               Once we get back to Auston’s apartment, I am quick to avoid him, helping bring everything upstairs and then shut myself in the bathroom to shower. I ponder if I can just pretend to fall asleep, he wouldn’t dare come out into the living room and get me if his sisters are there. Right as I step out of the shower, my phone vibrates with another message from Auston.

               Don’t even bother pretending to fall asleep. Ill just wake u.

               How does he do that?

               I snap my phone back down on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. A normal person would be exhausted from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten the last week, but as someone who spends most of her nights awake in her backyard, there’s not a dark circle to be seen. However, there’s a miserable look about my expression that even I can see. I’m ninety percent sure about what I’m going to choose, even if I don’t feel confident in said choice and it makes me miserable.

               After dressing and brushing out my hair, I peek out of the bathroom and see Mr. and Mrs. Matthews’ door is already shut, meaning they already went to bed. My stomach plummets and I desperately hope that Alex and Breyana don’t fall asleep right away. I make my way out into the living room and immediately feel Auston’s eyes on me from his seat in the chair next to Breyana. Avoiding his gaze I climb over Alex into my spot on the end and sit up with my back against the couch portion of the pullout.

               Grabbing my pillow, I pull my knees to my chest and push the pillow to the bottom half of my face and instantly my senses are overloaded by the smell of Auston. I find some comfort in that and relax a little, but still my head whirls around what I’m supposed to say to him later.

               The four of us watch T.V. in silence for a while until Auston announces he’s going to bed. I peek at him as he stands and he meets my gaze, unsmiling. I quickly look away and focus on the T.V. To my dismay, Breyana instantly falls asleep the second I hear Auston close his door. I quickly get Alex’s attention and engross her in a meaningless conversation, but it doesn’t last long and she too drifts off to sleep. I sit there for several minutes unsure about what I’m supposed to do, the T.V. switches off, it’s sleep timer ending.

               Almost instantly there’s a message on my phone screen and I make a face at it.

               I heard the tv turn off, are they asleep?

               No.

               I lie and I watch my screen anxiously, hoping and praying he just goes to bed.

               Liar. If ur not in here within 2 minutes im coming out there.

               I fidget in my spot, he wouldn’t really come out here, would he? Probably. I hesitate another minute before slowly standing up and watch Alex and Breyana to make sure their breathing doesn’t change. I slowly back down the hallway towards Auston’s room and keep my eyes on them, almost hoping they do wake up and ask me what the hell I’m doing.

               Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky and soon find myself outside Auston’s bedroom. I’m not sure whether to knock or not but I decide against it and slowly open the door and slip in. Almost instantly Auston’s hands are on my face, pulling me in for a rough kiss. Oh, okay.

               “I thought I did something wrong,” he finally mutters against my lips after breaking away from me.

               “What? Why?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

               “You haven’t talked to me since the hill, I thought maybe you regretted kissing me earlier or something,” he responds and I can see embarrassment on his face which melts my heart.

               “Auston,” I whisper before closing the distance between us and meeting his lips with my own. I press against him and realize he isn’t wearing a shirt and I take the opportunity to do a little exploring with my hands. Auston presses me back against the door with a thud and we both freeze, listening for any sounds in the living room. After we hear nothing but silence, Auston pulls away from me.  

               “Are you trying to distract me?” Auston asks, his eyes wandering down to my stomach and I realize my shirt had ridden up, my hands quickly pull it back down and I turn scarlet again.

               “I didn’t do that! You did by pushing all up against me!” I snap, still pulling at my shirt even though it’s back in its proper place.

               “Hey, only fair. Shirt for a shirt,” he teases me and my eyes instantly travel down his torso.

               “Nope, not a chance,” I grumble and look past him into his room. It’s much like the living room, the feeling of Arizona is here as well. There’s pictures on his dresser and on the walls and I can’t help but smile at them, the majority have his family smiling around him. I brush my finger against the frame of the picture from his draft day.

               “Your mom called me that day. I could barely understand her, she was crying and switching between English and Spanish,” I smile at the memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her more proud.”

               Auston stands just behind me, looking at the picture as well, a smile playing on his face.

               “Still, I meant what I said, I’m pretty sure she loves you more than me,” Auston says, teasing me.

               I laugh and shake my head, “Not a chance.”

               We talk a few more minutes about a couple other pictures and then we settle down on his bed, facing each other. At first he seems a bit distracted by me being on my bed and I can see the change in his eyes.

               “No,” I say, putting my finger in front of my face, trying to be stern. “No touching or kissing until later.” He pouts at me for a moment and his normal expression is back.

               “What do you really want to do?” He asks and I know this time it’s serious talk.

               “I honestly don’t know,” I start. “I wasn’t exaggerating the other day. I truly am terrified at the very thought of leaving home. I know it’s stupid but even being away for more than a few days I get homesick,” I pause a moment and realize with a pang that I haven’t been homesick all week. Before I can think much more about it, Auston cuts in.

               “It’s not stupid. I get it,” he says. “I never realized that I always had my mom with me no matter where I went, so I never had to miss home.”

               I smile at him since he isn’t looking at me, it’s beyond adorable how much he loves her.

               “In the car tonight, I was making a list of pros and cons for both staying in Ann Arbor and coming to Toronto,” I tell him quietly, criss-crossing my legs and pick at the blanket beneath me with my hands.  

               “And? How did that go?” He asks, also watching my fingers work against the blanket.

               “Horrible, I only have one con for one and about fifteen for the other, it’s an obvious decision but I just… don’t know,” I trail off with a sigh. Auston remains silent, waiting for me to go on.

               “I’m terrified, Auston. Never in my life have I ever thought I would fail at anything, I thought I was a person who could take chances and would know the outcome. There’s so much pressure on all sides, my parents think I’m this brilliant girl who can just absorb information and keep it. They don’t realize how hard I’ve had to work, the hours spent studying and missing out on typical college student things. Did you know I’ve never once been to a party?” I’m starting to ramble again, but he doesn’t stop me.

               “I’m worried that if I come here, within a few years I’m going to get burnt out. This is quite literally all I know, but I don’t want it to be work. I want to be able to go to either work or class and not counting the minutes until I get to leave. At home I get that freedom, I’m just going to classes and working on other things in my spare time. I don’t have the pressure of keeping a scholarship or the possibility of letting so many people down. I can’t have a job that requires me to stay all day and put everything I have into it because I don’t have much right now.” I can feel tears threatening to flow over and I angrily swipe at my eyes. Auston waits a moment to make sure I’m done to speak.

               “Y/N,” he starts, putting his hand on mine and pulling it away from his face. “I’ll be honest and tell you that I know the bare minimum of what you’re going through right now. But I’ll tell you what my mom has told me about you and what I’ve learned about you the past five days. You are everything that your parents think you are; brilliant, passionate, dedicated beyond belief… You self-taught yourself until you got to college and when you got there everyone was a hundred miles behind you.

               Mom said after your first day you called her and told her that your professors didn’t know what to do with you because there was nothing left for them to teach you. I don’t think many people can say that’s happened to them in their lifetime. Even now, when you’re supposed to be on vacation, every time you walk by a window you look at the sky, every time you step outside it’s all you see. Y/N, you even do it in the daytime and I can see your eyes going back and forth knowing exactly where, in a few hours, certain things are going to be. It’s amazing. I’m not going to tell you what to do by any means and I don’t have any advice on what to do, but I am going to tell you to remember that you are that brilliant girl that your parents think you are, that my parents think you are. Because you deserve to think of yourself that way, you’ve earned it. You have earned everything that has been offered to you.”

               I sit there staring at him in rapt silence, my fingers have stopped picking at the blanket and even the tears in my eyes seem frozen. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

               Auston watches me, eyebrows raised. “What? Didn’t think I had that side to me?”

               “No, no!” I finally splutter out, coming to my senses. “I just… I didn’t expect that.”

               “I told you,” Auston chuckles. “Mom talks about you every time she calls me, I know a lot more about you as a person than you realize. I know you’re the type of person that holds everything in because you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Venting is a good thing, makes you think about things before you say them and what not.”

               “So, you’re just being one of those therapists that pretends to write down what I’m saying and eventually I figure out the problem myself?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

               “Yep, pretty much,” he says, giving me a grin and flipping through the channels on his T.V.

               “So… I can go to bed now?”

               “I would prefer you didn’t,” Auston says and I can’t help but smile.

               “Why not?”

               “Because this will most likely be the last time we can be alone together until you go home, either to pack your things or to stay for good,” Auston says, not even looking up from the T.V.

               I realize with a pang that he’s right and I move closer to him, leaning back like he is and we spend the next two hours talking, laughing and poking fun at each other in quiet voices. Auston eventually drifts off to sleep, and I can’t help but watch him. His bruises have already faded and his breathing is even and surprisingly calming.

               Once the clock turns to three in the morning, I slip off the bed as quietly as I can. I’m almost to the door when I hear him behind me.

               “Y/N?” He asks and I turn around, his eyes are still closed but his head is turned in my direction.

               “Yes?” I whisper back.

               “It’s later,” he mumbles and I can see the smirk on his face from here.

               Moving back to the bed, I lean down over him and kiss the hollow of his throat, trailing soft kisses up his throat and jaw, finally reaches his mouth where I give him another gentle kiss.

               “Goodnight, Auston,” I whisper, but he’s already asleep again, the soft smile still in place.

               I make my way into the living room and consider getting back into bed with Alex and Breyana, but instead find myself sitting in a chair by the window, my eyes scanning the sky, thinking about everything that was said in the last three hours.

               My eyes stay trained on the North Star and I wish beyond belief that for once I wasn’t being pulled in two very opposite directions.