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Mike Wheeler: shining armor

Pairing: mike wheeler x reader (female)

Originally posted by fasttiger

Requested by @cxxl-gall

You knocked on the door with your available hand, with your other hand being held by your boyfriend. The door opened and Ben and you greeted Mrs. Wheeler when she answered the door. Ben said something flattering to her, and she responded with a smile and invited them in.

Ben had been your dream guy. He was popular, nice, smart, and on the football team. So it had been a huge surprise when he’d asked you out three months ago. It was even more surprising when he seemed to get along with your dorky friends.

You led him down the stairs to the Wheeler basement, and greeted everyone. They all excitedly said hi back, and greeted Ben with equal enthusiasm.

“So.. think we have time for a short campaign?” You asked and sat down between Ben and Mike, but cuddled into Ben’s chest.

“Probably not, but we can probably just play a random board game.” Will suggested to the group.

“MONOPOLY!” Dustin yells and you and the rest of the group agree with him enthusiastically.

You aren’t doing super good in the game of monopoly, because you are constantly distracted by Ben whispering in your ear and kissing you. You don’t notice at the time because you are distracted by your boyfriend, but Mike goes back and forth between glaring at Ben and looking softly at you. However, the rest of the group notice it, and they snicker to themselves as Mike blatantly and jealously stares at you.

Around 9, with the game still going on, Ben stands up, and helps you up with him. Everyone looks questiongly at the two of you.

“We better head home now, thank you guys for kicking my ass in monopoly though.” Ben says with a smile and warmly waves bye at everyone and then walks up the stairs to the first story.

“What are you guys gonna do?” Mike asks nosily, but you excuse it as just friendly concern.

“I’m gonna sleep, I was up really late last night. Ben’s my ride and he agreed to take me home early.” You explain and hug everyone one by one. When you get to Mike you peck him on the cheek and then wave goodbye before following your boyfriend up the stairs and out of the Wheeler house.

Once he two of you have left, Mike sighs and dumps the unfinished monopoly off of the table and into its box.

“Hey man what the hell? We weren’t done playing!” Lucas asks and snaps his fingers in front of Mike’s face.

“I thought that you guys would rather play d&d?” He asks them and pulls out the other game after putting away monopoly.

The other freshman kids all glanced at eachother as Mike set up a game of D&D. Will, Mike, and Lucas made gestures while bouncing their eyebrows up and down at eachother. They were all super confused as to why Mike was acting so weird.

Will scoffed at their odd behavior, he had noticed why Mike acted so weird a long time ago. It just seemed obvious to him. They all gathered around the board, and started up an old campaign that they’d stopped in the middle of on a different day. After a couple of moves, Will awkwardly coughed and then spoke up.

“Sooo.. Mike?” Will said slowly, trying to gain Mike’s attention.

“Yeah?” He asked and grinned at Will.

“Why didn’t you want to play D&D with Ben here? Is there a reason for your odd behavior?” He asked Mike slowly, hoping that he’d finally admit his feelings.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Lucas asked him, except he was a lot more oblivious than Will.

“I’m n- nothing’s up.” Mike said and coughed awkwardly when his heartbeat sped up and his face flushed pink.

“Bullshit!” Dustin said loudly and enthusiastically.

“Okay well…” he started out, trying to chose his next words carefully, “I like someone.”

“Is it Ben?” Dustin said and then laughed by himself at his own joke.

“No! I like the person he’s dating..” Mike said quietly, almost hoping that if he was quiet enough nobody would hear it.

When everyone was quiet for a couple of seconds after his confession, Mike began to fear that he had made a mistake. “There’s no way she would ever like me back! Why’d I even tell them? I should’ve kept it to myself. They’re just gonna tell me what I already know, that she won’t ever like me like that.” He thought to himself as he panicked and glanced around at his friends, hoping that they would break the silence and say something.

He was startled, and almost jumped in his seat when he heard cheers. Will, Mike and Lucas were all jumping around, whooping, clapping, high fiving, and giving him thumbs up. They all laughed and jumped around, and Will pulled Mike out of his seat and smiled at him before giving him an awkward thumbs up.

For about 3 more minutes Mike’s idiotic friends continued to dance around Mike and congratulate him. He laughed, and was happy by their reaction, but was extremely confused.

“Not to dampen the party or anything, but isn’t this a bad thing?” He asked them and watched as they all calmed down finally.

“Huh?” They all asked and looked at him.

“Well I mean… (y/n) has a boyfriend! And even if she was single there’s no way she’d like me back!” He said.

“Don’t worry man! You’re fretting about minor details!” Lucas said, and Mike almost laughed. How was having a relationship minor?

“She probably thinks that you are a catch, don’t worry!” Will said and patted him on the back enthusiastically.

“We will get you that girl Mike, don’t even worry!” Dustin said and they could all already tell that he had a plan forming in his head.

“No! No! It’s okay! Please don’t do anything! If we are gonna be together, it’ll be because of us. Not because of something that you guys did, okay?” He asked and watched as his friends looked slightly disappointed.

Not wanting to disappoint his friends, and also because their reaction gave him hope, he decided to tell them: “don’t worry though, I’ll make a move! But it’ll be my doing, not yours.”

“As long as you make a move, and SOON, then we won’t bother you, okay?” Dustin asked.

It had been months since Mike’s confession, and every day he was faced with pressure from his group of friends. He wanted to tell you, he was just afraid of you not liking him back, and then refusing to be his friend. But, much to his happiness, he had noticed that you and Ben were drifting apart a little. Like when you were supposed to go to the movies with Ben one Friday night, you instead canceled with Ben and instead opted to go to the arcade with Mike.

However, considering the pressure from the demodogs, the upside down, and Will’s problems, his crush had moved to a secondary problem at most. At the moment, you were screaming at Max for not knowing how to drive a car, yelling something about how she hadn’t stopped at a stop sign and was going the wrong way down a one way road.

Steve was awake, but was only barely comprehending what was occurring around him. You could see him getting confused and riled up and could hear Dustin trying to calm him down, but you kept your eyes on the road. Why had you let Max drive? Jesus, you knew a lot more about cars than her! You had just assumed that she knew how to drive better than she currently was doing!

When you all arrived at the destination you practically jumped out of the car, because you wanted to be out of there as fast as possible.

“What was that?” You heard Lucas say warily.

“What was what?”

“I saw a someone…” Lucas said and began looking around frantically.

“(Y/n)! What are you doing here?!” You looked up and immedialty recognized the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. You ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug, releaved that he was here. You immediately felt more protected.

“Why are you here?” You asked him in return.

“Well this is MY family’s farm. My dad asked me to keep watch over this patch tonight, he’s certain that someone is out to get him.” Ben explained and pulled away.

He took your hand and squeezed it, and for a second the two of you forgot how your relationship had been declining. Then when he muttered something about how he didn’t like your company, you remembered why. Why you had stopped seeing him as often, why you had started being less affectionate. You sighed and nevertheless let him wrap his arm around your shoulder.

Mike was glaring daggers at Ben, and you noticed. For a second you worried that he had heard what Ben had said about them, but then he saw you looking and stopped glaring.

A brief history of events was given to Ben, and a recap of the plan was told by Dustin, and then the 7 teenagers climbed into the hole in the ground.

Things went by so fast, and the bad air quality was causing your thoughts and memories to be fuzzy. You simply followed the person in front of you and tried to be as focused as possible. Ben’s arm was still on your shoulder the whole time, and you enjoyed the protective way that he was engulfing you, you felt so much safer.

The poured the gasoline and lit the fire while you stood watch, looking for the demodogs that were surely coming. And then they did, and you yelled out a warning.

Everyone ran as fast as the could, Mike tripped, people screamed, demodogs ran after you getting closer and closer. Your breathing quickened, which only led to you consuming even more of the gross air, and your brain get even foggier. Then, you stopped.

Your brain was so messed up you couldn’t remember why you were running. Ben was forced to turn around and get his first good look at the demodogs. His protective grip from your shoulder slipped away, and he ran away as fast as he could. The dogs approached you, and as everyone ran ahead, you accepted your fate.

One of the dog’s mouth’s opened up, splitting from one bud into 4 petal like appendages. Why were you comparing it to a rose? Wait, didn’t Ben get you roses for your birthday this year? Wait no, that was Mike. Mike is nice, you wondered how he is right now. Hopefully okay.

You were snapped back into reality when someone screamed a battle cry and you heard and hard smack as Mike attacked the demodogs that had just jumped at you. The dog whimpered and limped away a little, still glancing back at you every now and then.

“Come on (y/n)!” Mike yelled and gripped your hand tightly. You ran behind him, trying to match your footsteps to his. He glanced back as he was running every few seconds, and you could see the worry on his face. You were aware that you were running as fast as you possibly could, but everything was moving in slow motion. You gripped his hand even tighter and could literally feel his heart race increase even more by his vein pressed against your hand. Why could you even feel that? What was this air doing to you? And the last thing you remember about the upside down is Mike hurriedly picking you up and running with tears streaking his cheeks.

You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. Your head was hot and it took your eyes a second to adjust to being open. You looked around and inspected every detail of the room. It was Will’s room. Your head was hot, and you realized that it was because your had was in Mike’s lap.

You shifted your head to look up at him. A smile spread across your lips as you looked up at the sleeping boy. He had fallen asleep with one of his hands holding your hand and the other in your hair. His mouth was slightly opened and every now and then a small snore would slip out. You admired the way he seemed concerned for you, even in his sleep.

“Hey Mike?” You whispered and used your hand to tap his cheek lightly. He didn’t respond, but he did mumble your name in his sleep. You very visibly blushed and became flustered. Had he always been this cute? You’d found him cute before, and you at certain times when just the two of you were hanging out alone you two you would almost kiss. It happened way too often for the two of you to just be friends, and you knew that. But it felt like everything was just now hitting you. You liked Mike Wheeler, and you’d do anything for the adorable nerdy boy you had saved your life.

You poked his cheek a second time, and whispered his name again. This time he woke up, blinking slowly and licking his lips as he glanced around, trying to find the thing that had awoken him. His eyes landed on you, and he blushed as he removed his hand from your hair.

“Morning” you whispered to him and smiled, hoping he hadn’t noticed your blush and wishing he had kept his hand in your hair.

“Morning” he said back and glanced towards your entangled hands shyly.

“Thanks.” You said to him.

“For what?” He asked, still confused with sleep.

“Like, saving my life basically,” you said “my knight in shining armor.”

He snorted at your obvious sarcasm and then tilted his head so that he was facing downwards at your head in his lap. He glanced to your lips and the glanced away, acting as if he hadn’t. You smirked and pulled his head downwards so that your lips could meet his.

After the awkward first kiss, you sat up so that you could meet his face less uncomfortably. For a second, you were worried that you had misread him as he made no move to kiss you again. But when his face broke out in a cheeky smile, you knew that you were practically hooked on the boy.

Originally posted by ptvchris

Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 

“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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CuddleVerse Fic (1)

[[ @scaredysanders​, hope you don’t mind…this post was too cute, I had to. ]]

“Hold the fuck up.” 

Roman paused, startled, and turned from where he’d been about to ascend the staircase. He blinked, squinting into the darkness. “What?” 

The living room was dark, but he thought he could see a sad huddled lump on one end of the couch. 

He turned around and walked into the room, setting the glass of milk that had been the object of his midnight venture on the end table. He squinted, willing his eyes to adjust, then said: “Virgil?” 

A pair of eyes glittered in the darkness, as the anxious side looked up at him from the corner of the couch. 

“Did you say, ‘hold the fuck up’?” Roman asked. 

Virgil nodded. 

“What does that even–?”

“It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Please hold me?” 

Roman blinked, then chuckled. “Oh, dear. Did you read that on Tumblr?” 

“Yeah.” Virgil’s voice was soft and he smirked up at Roman in the darkness, but when he spoke again he sounded a little bit sad. “Figured it was worth a try.” 

Roman’s heart melted. “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, moving to sit on the couch next to Virgil. “I suppose as far as requests for affection go, it isn’t the worst I’ve ever heard.” 

Virgil looked up at him and offered a half-smile, sliding into Roman’s arms when Roman opened them in invitation. He laid his head on Roman’s shoulder and sighed softly, closing his eyes. “What was the worst?” he murmured. “Dare I ask?” 

Roman chuckled again, resting his cheek against the crown of Virgil’s head and running his hand lightly over his back. “If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?” 

Virgil groaned. “That one’s older than dirt,” he mumbled. “At least I’m being inventive.” 

“Hmm. Very well. Points for originality.” 

“Thanks. And…um. Roman?” 



Roman closed his eyes and smiled, kissing Virgil’s hair. “You’re welcome.” 

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers


A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)

You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

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I Just Want You All To Myself Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 3,213

Request: @multihxe :Could you do a Tate imagine where he gets jealous because y/n was having a study session with some boy from school and the boy was getting a little too close to her??

Description: You invite a boy over to study and it starts going south, espcially with Tate.

Author’s Note: @multihxe I hope this is what you wanted!! I apologize if it is far from ehat you wanted! Requests are open! Enjoy reading. XOXO


I had just moved to the infamous Murder House in Los Angeles, California, a couple months ago. It wasn’t as bad as I thought moving across the country and starting brand new. The reason why my family and I moved was because my dad had an affair on my mom. My mom isn’t happy. I know that is because anytime my dad tries to hold her hand she takes her hand away from his. Also if he enters the room she has to be at the other side of the room so that there isn’t any arguments. I just don’t get why they don’t just get a divorce. I mean seriously they are both unhappy in their marriage. Even though my mom still says they love each other. I could actually care less. i have someone in my life who loves and cares for me. His name is Tate Langdon. He is one of my dad’s patients. My dad is a psychiatrist. I didn’t really care if he was crazy. At least he is seeking help to get better. It was all really fate how we met. I was just walking downstairs and I bumped into him while going to the kitchen. It was awkward it was just us staring into our eyes. He then broke  the tension by laughing. I muttered a ‘Sorry’ and he said ‘Don’t me.’ I guess what they say is true. Love at first sight is real, well for me and Tate that is. There was something wrong with Tate though. The thing is that he is dead. I don’t care though. He admitted to all the wrong things he has done and I couldn’t be happier.

Originally posted by a-sky-full-of-stars-x

Anyways I was at school at Westfield and was getting my books to go to my next class. I closed my locker shut. When I did there was a jock right behind where the locker was.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jacob said.

“Hi Jacob. Would you mind getting out of the way for me to go to my next class.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that (Y/N). I just want to talk!” He said.

“What do you want to talk about? You better talk fast because you have thirty seconds.” I said.

“Okay well you know that big science test we have?” I shook my head yes.”Well I was wondering if maybe I could go to your house and we could have a study session? Maybe you could help me ace it?” He asked.

“Okay. Meet me at my house at four, okay?” I said not really wanting to let him come over.

“Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best!” Jacob goes to kiss my cheek but I put my hand infront of my face before he could. 

“Sorry but none of that!” I said then he awkwardly left. I went to my last period of the day, Science. Jacob was staring at me the whole time during class. “How am I supposed to help him study if he isn’t paying attention at all?” I mentally groaned. The bell rung and I rushed to get out of the classroom before Jacob could approach me. I arrived at my locker and I grabbed my science textbook and notes to help me study with Jacob. I quickly packed it in my backpack and I ran out the school doors before Jacob could once again approach me. I walk to my car and unlock it. I got in and drove to my house. I quickly got out of my car seeing that both my parents were still out of town for a day trip. I rushed inside to see what time it was and it was three fifteen. I let a sigh out of my mouth as I knew that Jacob wasn’t going to be here soon. 

“Hey babe!” Tate said. His voice startled me and I jumped landing in strong arms knowing that it was Tate. 

“Hey!” I said and turned around in his arms to see his face. He let go of the frip he had on me and put his arms around my waist while I put my hands on both of his cheeks. “I missed you so much today Tate. Why do you have to be isolated here?” I whined.

“I don’t know but it is worth it to see you come home and be able to be with you as soon as possible. I missed you too.” He said then kissed my forehead. He brought his face closer to mine and I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. We had a little make out session in the kitchen but I didn’t care. There was no one there to see it.  I broke apart and went to look at the kitchen timer and saw that it was three fifty-eight.

“Oh my gosh! Tate you have got to disappear like now!” I said.

“Why whats going on? Are your parents here?” Tate asked.

“No. I have a friend coming over for a study session.” I said.

“So? I would love to meet them. I think it is about time that you tell your friends that you have a boyfriend.” Tate said.

“Yeah and then whta would happen if they wanted a double date and NOT on Halloween, huh?” I said.

“And that is why you are the smart one in this relationship.” He said.

“Tate, can you PLEASE just disappear?” I begged.

“Okay. I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”I smiled and pecked his lips but then he grabbed my neck and started kissing me more.

“TATE!” I said by being muffled by his lips on mine.

“Okay fine. Bye.” He smiled and said.

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Then I blinked my eyes and he was gone. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it.

“Hi Jacob.” I said while letting him in.

“Hi (Y/N)! How are you today?” Jacob said and smiled cheekly.

“Are we ready to study?” I said wanting to get this study session over with. 

“Yep.” Jacob responded.

“Alright. Follow me.” I said. I closed and locked the door and we walked up my staircase to my room. “Here you can set your bookbag next to my desk on the right.” I said.

“Okay!” He said while putting his bookbag down. I pointed to the two chairs at my desk as saying to sit down here. Jacob did but only after he pulled my chair out. 

“Oh, thanks.” I said while sitting down.

“Anything for the lady.” He said. I mentally prayed hoping Tate wasn’t lurking in the corner watching all of what was happening. Little did I know that that was exactly happening. I soon let that thought slip my mind  and that was the worst thing to do. I saw Jacob looking through his bookbag over and over again.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I might have accidentally left my science stuff in my locker.” He said looking down embarrased.

“Okay. I guess we will just have to share.” I said 

“Okay. Sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I said. I started to read section by section. When I was done with a paragraph I would ask him if I needed to explain anything to him and he would usually say yes.

“Can I say something before you continue reading?” He asked.

“Sure.” I said not sure of what he was going to say.

“You are really cute when you are explaining this stuff to me.” He said.

“Um, I think you should know that I have a boyfriend.” I said.

“Well he isn’t here so that means I can do this.” He said.

“That means you can do w—” I tried to ask but his lips met mine and struggled to pull him away from me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn’t escape. I started to kiss back. We parted and started to kiss again. My thoughts soon interrupted me. ‘(Y/N)! Are you kidding me? YOU HAVE TATE! STOP KISSING JACOB NOW!’

“Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. I think it is a good thing for you to leave now.” I said standing up and taking charge.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He said.

“No! I have a boyfriend! That I am happily with!” I said. Jacob stood up and started approaching me.

“Oh come on don’t be like that!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We were just inches apart when Tate barged in the door.

“HEY! HANDS OFF OF HER!” Tate yelled. Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know is Jacob is on the ground with Tate on top of him, beating Jacob to a pulp.

“TATE! STOP!” I yelled making Tate stop and look at me.”Run Jacob!” JAcob got up and ran for his life and I heard the front door slam shut and let out the breath I was holding.

“Tate! Why did you do that?” I asked yelling.

“He had his hands all over you! I wasn’t going to let him touch you like that!”

“Yes but I had it undercontrol! I was going to stop him until you barged in and trampled him!” I said.



“I AM NOT JEALOUS!” Tate said.

“YOU SO ARE! When my guy friend came over here you lurked in the corner and when he just reached over me you started yelling your head off at him. It’s like if a guy just looked at me then you would kill him!” I said.

“Oh I’m sorry that I can’t be protective of my GIRLFRIEND!” 


“I JUST LOVE YOU! Is that a crime?” He yelled but then started to cry. “I just love you!” Then he started to cry even harder. Then it made me cry.

Originally posted by paradise-broken

“Yes but what you do isn’t what I want. I don’t want to become your…property.” I said with my voice being choked up.

“Then what are you going to do then (Y/N)?” He said.

“I’m going to do something I never dreamed of.” I said while crying and shutting my eyes.

“No please (Y/N). Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He pleaded.

“Go away.” I whispered with my eyes shut. When I gained confidence I said it again but louder.”GO AWAY!” I yelled. I opened my eyes adn i didn’t see Tate anymore. I collapsed to the ground and tried to keep my body from shaking.

Originally posted by nxtafraidtofly

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I love you.” Tate said but I couldn’t hear it. 

The next few days were awful. I didn’t have anything to look forward to when I came home. But i still didn’t want to see him. I want to wait for a little bit. I want him to rethink what he is doing that made me do this to him. My parents started to travel more without me. I was just home alone moping wanting to feel him around me but I knew that it was to early. I was doing this to save our relationship and maybe start again or begin where we left off.

October, Four Months After

I think I am going to let Tate back into my life now. I walked around my house on October 7 calling out his name. I went to the basement.

“Tate? I’m ready now. I’m ready to pick up our relationship. I miss you too much.” I said while walking around. I finally saw him come out of the shadows and I started to cry when I saw his tear stained face with a tear trickiling down.

Originally posted by n-e-v-e-r-m-0-r-3

“(Y/N). Is that you? Really you?” Tate asked.

“Yes baby its really me.” I said. I start running towards him and he picks me up and twirls me around. “I missed you so much. I am sorry for doing that to you but I had to let you know what you were doing and how it bothered me.” I said letting him know the reason.

“I know the time you spent away from me allowed me to think about what was wrong with me. What I was doing wasn’t love it was crazy obsession jealousy. I am so sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay. I forgive. I thank you for protecting me Tate. I love you.” I pulled away from the embrace we found ourselves in.

Originally posted by un--creative

“I love you (Y/N). I care about your feelings more than mine and I am thankful that you gave me a wake up call if I continued what I was doing.” Tate said. I pulled his neck down to mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time and it was full of passion and longing for each other.

After that day everything was back to normal. It was the day before Halloween and Tate had told me to go downstairs to the basement. I did.

“Tate?” I said and then turned to walk facing away from the stairs. I turned around I was met with a man in a black suit. “TATE!” I yelled backing away but the man just started walking towards me. “TATE!” I was pressed against the staircase as the man was infront of me pressed against me. All of a sudden I heard him laughing. He unzipped his cap and it was Tate.

“YOU JERK!” I yelled and pushed him.

“I scared you.” He teased.

“Did not.” He then leaned closer to my head and we kissed. 

“I really didn’t scare you?” he said as we pulled apart.

“I said no. When are we going to go on a real date?” I asked.

“On Halloween. That’s the only day of the year where I am allowed out of this house.”

“Okay!” I said and pecked his cheek. “What did you want me to come down here.” I asked.

“Oh right! I got you this rose.” Tate said as he handed it to me. I gladly took it. “I painted it black, I know how you don’t like normal things.”

Originally posted by rainbowsnowlight

“I think this is the sweetest thing that a boy has ever done for me. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed on the lips. We broke apart. “Is that it? I have to go back to do my homework if thats all.”

“Yes thats it. I love you.” 

“I love you too. See you tomorrow for our date.” I winked and started to walk upstairs to my bedroom. 

Halloween Night

Tonight is when Tate and I were going to go on our date. I got ready for it. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew that anything was going to be perfect with him. A knock came on my door and I opened it to see Tate.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asked.

“Of course I am! Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere that I loved to go when I was in high school, where i could let all the stress free from my head when times got tough.” 

“Okay! Do I need to bring anything extra?”

“Nope. If it gets cold you have me to warm you up.” He warmly smiled. We exited the house and started to walk. It was a good fifteen minute walk and then we reached our destination, the beach. We walked over to the lifeguard booth and I sat down on a concrete wall. When I had just sat down I felt my phone buzzing. I took out my phone and I saw that it was my mom calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you?” my mom said frantically.

“I’m just hanging with friends.” I said and looked where Tate was and he was fooling around on the lifeguard ‘porch’. “I’m sorry i should have called or left a note. Is this the part where you make me come home?” I said praying it wasn’t.

“Are you safe?”

“I swear.” 

“Are you having fun?”


“Was there anything that happened while we were gone?”

“There was some banging but I think it was just some little kids playing a prank.” I felt something on my neck and I realized that it was Tate.

“I want you home in an hour.”

“Okay. All right. Bye.” I tried to hang up quickly so I could spend more time with Tate. I finally hung up.

“Who was that?” Tate asked and stopped kissing my neck.

“My mom.” I smiled.

“Oh.” He said. Then he leaned closer to me and kissed me. We pulled apart and we walked down to the beach. When we reached the sand I layed down and he got on top of me and started kissing me again.

Originally posted by oobandsoo

We eventually stopped not wanting to get any further. He sat up with me and put his arm around me. He got up and light a fire. Then he returned and sat next to me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his.

“I used to come here when the world would close in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d used to look out in the ocean and think, ‘Yo, scum bag, high school counts for jack. Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, De Niro, Pacino.” I looked at him as he turned his head to look at me. “All high school dropouts. I hated high school.  So I’d come out here and I’d look at this vast, limitless exspanse. And it’s like, thats your life, man. You can do anything. You can be anything. Screw high school. That’s…that’s just a blip in your timeline. Don’t get stuck there.” He looked at me and I leaned my head on his.

“Very knowledgable Tate. I love you.” I looked at him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He said when we pulled apart. 

“Tate, can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.” Tate responded.

“Why would you get so jealous?” I said with my head leaning in his. He took in a deep breath.

“I would get so jealous because I saw what it did to my parents when my dad didn’t care. When he would just let go. They were so much in love until he stopped caring. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I love you too much but to be completley honest it was because I just want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be with me and only me.” He said and then kissed me deeply.

“I understand Tate. I don’t want that to happen to us either. I will love you forever.”

“I will too.” 

That night was filled with love. I didn’t want whatever happened to Tate’s parents to happen to us.  I wouldn’t allow that but I understand why he reacted that way and I can’t say I blame him. I will spend forever with him. No. Matter. What.

Originally posted by dreamer-with-nightmares

in which y/n attends the after party…

a part two to in which y/n buys harry starbucks…

Y/N was not a partier. It wasn’t that she was shy or didn’t like them. It was just that she was introverted and partying took a lot out of her (Also, she couldn’t hang like she used to. By 10pm, when most parties were kicking off, she was ready to drag herself into bed). However, when Harry Styles says he wants to see you at a party, you go to that party.

She’d been iffy after she met him at Starbucks about actually getting tickets to the show. Still, a few hours later, she found herself at Will Call, chewing nervously on her bottom lip in hopes that he was serious about what he said previously. And, he was. Relief flooded her as she was slid two tickets along with a piece of paper that held an address on it. She presumed it to be the location of the after party and slid it into her back pocket. 

Her nerves were bouncing all over the place as she stood in line to enter the venue. Her feelings were put to the side, however, as she saw a girl get turned away at the door and her friend stood staring wide eyed with her jaw dropped. She instantly was moved to action. As she neared the front of the line, she could hear the girl who’s ticket was apparently fake, breathing through tears, telling her friend to go in without her, forcing a smile. “Wait!” she called out to them, not that either one of them were going anywhere. They were stood off to the side. “I just saw what happened, and I have two tickets. You could just trade me the one for these two.” She held the tickets out for them, as they eyeballed them.

“These are third row tickets. Mine isn’t even on the floor." 

She shrugged, nonchalantly. "I’m just happy to be here.” And, she was considering three hours ago she didn’t even have tickets or an invitation to an after party extended by Mr. Harry Styles himself. After meeting him today, this was the least she could do. 

“How do we know these are real?” The same girl asked, still eyeing the tickets suspiciously. 

Seeing as they were still holding up the line, Y/N scurried over to the ticket checker, so she could scan the tickets. They checked out. The two girls quickly scrambled to her side, swapped tickets, and made their way inside the venue. Once in, they hugged each other tightly, crying (what she hoped to be) tears of joy, at the sudden turn of events before they turned to her and included her in the action, letting their appreciation known through muffled sobs. “How much do you want for it?” the girl who had the fake ticket asked once she got herself together.

She shook her head, giving them a small smile. “I don’t want your money.”

“Seriously? I can’t just let you do this. These must’ve cost a fortune.”

She didn’t want to reveal that she’d got them for little more than a cup of coffee, so she just shook her head politely once more. “Honestly. I’m fine. You two just have a good time.”

“I could get you a t shirt or a hat or one of those pins or–”

She cut the girl off since she was so insistent upon repaying her in some way—which seemed to be a common theme for her today. “Water! And some popcorn, if you must.”

The girls beamed at her as they made their way to the concession stand. They did not stop talking the entire time, not that she minded. They thanked her endlessly and chatted a bit about Harry, but finally parted ways with her, giving one final hug, when they noticed the time and the length of the merch line, and she went to go find her new seat.


In hindsight, she was glad she wasn’t sitting in the third row. After she played it relatively cool that afternoon it would’ve been moderately embarrassing for him to see the way she sobbed as soon as his silhouette appeared straight through Ever Since New York, only regaining slight composure once the bridge hit. But, really, she was a mess throughout the entire concert. So, not only did she do those girls a favour but also herself and possibly Harry. 

The kind, older lady sat in front of her, whom she’d made friends with, let her borrow her binoculars a few times throughout the show and it wasn’t lost on her the slight look of confusion (or perhaps disappointment, but that was wishful thinking) she saw on his face when he really looked into the first couple rows of the crowd. 

Her presence, or seemingly lack there of, had absolutely no impact on his performance, though. It was arguably the best concert she’d ever been to. She felt so at home with all the Harries screaming their heads off and just going completely nuts, as per Harry’s request, during the show. 

However, the same could not be said for the after party. She was a fan. She didn’t have any connections or friends or any real reason to be there other than the haphazard invitation Harry extended to her earlier in the day. That thought carried her straight to the open bar, where she ordered a Long Island iced tea, then caused her to beeline for one of the outer walls. She meandered around the outside of the party watching everyone mingle, only offering a few smiles to those who passed. 

It seemed as though her presence was going to go unnoticed, not that she was doing much of a job at being approachable, as she contemplated on getting another drink, having sipped hers down over the hour she’d been at the lounge, or leaving altogether. She jumped when she felt a firm grasp on her elbow, breaking her line of thought. 

She hadn’t planned on doing a lot of things that day, but it’s safe to say that getting kidnapped topped that list. Her mind was eased as she turned around to see Harry gripping her, no longer donned in his Gucci suit but looking good nonetheless. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to him so she just grinned at him, subtly looking between his face and her arm before he got the hint and let her go. 

He coughed lightly. “You could’ve told me you didn’t like my music, ya know?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, not quite sure where he got that notion from.
He answered the question she hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask yet, almost immediately after seeing her expression. “You weren’t in the crowd. I literally scanned all the front rows.”

“Ohhhh. No, I went. I didn’t sit there, though.”

“If you had tickets, you should’ve just told me.”

Her face contorted into something that was halfway between confusion and amusement. “Why are you assuming I lied to you earlier? I was waiting in line after picking my tickets up and I saw these two girls. One, apparently, had purchased a fake ticket and instead of holding onto those two tickets, I swapped with the one girl who had a legitimate ticket and just gave them the ones you got me.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Sorry I–”

“Was just wondering how to get your exceptionally large foot out of your even larger mouth?” she finished, rolling her eyes, teetering between the lines of annoyed and amused.

“That was really lovely,” he settled upon as a response.

She shrugged. “Treat people with kindness, right?”

Dimples coined into his cheeks. “Absolutely. Now… can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar.”

He looked at her like she was crazy, eyebrows shot up with his lips twisted together. “No, it’s not.”

“Oh. Well, you can pay for the Long Island iced tea I already accidentally stole and just get me a glass of water.”

“You sure?” he chuckled.

“Yes, sir.”

He headed to the bar as she turned around bowing raspberries into the air in an attempt to calm herself down. 

All too soon, Harry was back, handing her her water, then slipping his hand into hers, leading her to a booth. Instead of sliding in across from her, he slid in directly next to her which sent her nerves in a frenzy. “Figured I’d sit over here, so I can hear you better. It’s quite loud in here.”

She chucked nervously, nodding in understanding, sipping on her water as he gulped down some of his drink. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had to ask. “What am I doing here?” she blurted before he could get a word out.

He puckered his lips to the side, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m not quite sure what you mean…”

She splayed her hands out in front of them, releasing broken groans. “Like, bro, I just– I just bought you…. coffee! Now I’m sat in a booth with you at an after party. I’m not even, like–” she waved her hands in circles wildly. 

He giggled, looking down at the table and shaking his head. “I just want to get to know you.”

“But, why?” She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. She wasn’t anything special. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful or talented or smart. And, she knew, even past all her nerves, that Harry was just a normal guy as well, but why on earth would he spare her more than a passing glance?

“I just think you’re lovely.”

She glared at him. She needed more of an explanation than that. 

“The guy at Starbucks told me you didn’t want him to tell me that you paid for my coffee. And, then you told me yourself that you didn’t expect anything out of it.. And, you gave up your tickets for one in the back. And, I saw you when you first came in, and in the least creepy way possible, I just sort of watched you bounce around smiling, bopping around to the music, chatting with a few people. Also, you haven’t even asked for a picture. Not that I mind when people ask me, but I don’t know, it just, I don’t know,you don’t want anything. It’s, uh– You’re lovely.”

She was stunned. Partly because of what was said and partly because of who said it. She just stared at him, not knowing how to reply. 

“Well, say something.” He laughed, eyes skipping around the room. He wasn’t quite prepared to look straight at her. “Christ, talking to girls is just as terrifying as always.”

Her face lit up and broke into a wide grin. “You’re talking to me?”

“You’re the only other person in the booth, aren’t you?”

She shook her head. “No, like, you’re talking to me. You’re chatting me up? Are you putting the moves on me, Styles? Is this what this is?”

He bumped her shoulder with his. “Piss off.”

They smiled at each other and all the possibilities.. Hers faltered after a few moments. “You’re on tour.”

“I am,” he confirmed.

She clasped her hand on top of his. “Harry, in a few days, I won’t even be a passing thought. Maybe the next time you go into Starbucks I’ll be that one chick that bought you something, but nothing more." 

His face dropped into a pout. "You’re not even going to give me a chance?”

She quirked her lip upwards and shrugged slightly. “I couldn’t ask for that kind of commitment from you.”

“Baby, I just want to get to know you,” he said in a voice all slow and thick and deep. 

She wasn’t sure at which point they shifted that much closer together, but he was resting his forehead against hers leaving her breathless. Naturally, she sputtered out a few strings of laughter. “One thing you should know about me is that I’m uncomfortable in most social situations." 

"Duly noted,” he stated, rolling his eyes because she completely ruined the mood he set, head following suit and backing up a few inches. 

“So… just friends?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Sure."He gulped down the remainder of his drink while she sipped on her water. Neither of them were 100% satisfied with the arrangement, but someone had to be rational. She kept telling herself that she was doing the right thing. "Actually, can I kiss you?”

For the second time that night, she was rendered completely speechless. Y/N had been exercising extreme self-control up to that point. She didn’t have an anxiety attack when she met him the first time. She gave up amazing seats to see him (¼ of the biggest band in the world!). She turned him down when he came onto her. But, she couldn’t find it in herself to reject the chance to feel those lips on hers.. Like she imagined meeting him, she imagined kissing him a million times, but nothing compared to the fluffy, pillowy sensation that washed over her body when she nodded meekly at his request, sliding her hands up to grasp his face. 

It wasn’t like a full blown snog. It was short and sweet, but that knowledge didn’t do anything to quell the butterflies that took flight in her stomach. She kept her eyes closed and hands on his face for a good five seconds after the kiss ended, simply basking in it. “Maybe we can be a little more than friends.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, optimism laced in his every word, before pushing his lips back to hers for a few more seconds. 

“Yeah, but, maybe later. When you’re not so busy. After tour ends, if you even remember me.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be one of the few people I can’t forget.” His face set into that signature lopsided smirk. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“That we will, my dear, that we will.”

BTS Reaction ; Finding You Drunk

Requested by Anonymous, “I LOVE YOUR CONTENT!! You can ignore this, but may I request a reaction to the boys finding you drunk?”

Note; My mind has been literally combusted and destroyed, and I had a horrible time doing this ddfjlf. Anywho, requests are open! SEND SOME GOOD REQUESTS IN, I NEED INSPO!!

Jin ➳ He could see you deep inside the building behind the gatekeeper keeping track of invites to let inside the party, and when the man wouldn’t let him through, Seokjin pushed him to the side as he ran to your lost form — being drunk out of your mind as tears ran down your body. “J-jin?” You whispered in glee, and when he smiled and felt a wave of relief rush through him, about to pull your stumbling form into his arms and take you home; someone slammed him against the wall as he yelped in surprise.

“You’re being taken for trespassing,” he heard the large man behind him say, and as you scream at the guard he can’t help but sigh in distaste. Never again is he letting you out with irresponsible people, nor without him by your side.

“Please,” he begs, “not now.”

Originally posted by knjtrash

Suga ➳ Finding you slumped over the table with many empty glasses before you, your friends having abandoned you alone in the very stuffy bar; Yoongi grabs your wrist quite harshly as he pulls your woozy body off the stool. “(y/n),” he says once you try to fight him off, “we need to—“

Being suddenly ripped away from you, a fairly humongous security guard stands between the both of you as you hugged yourself in terror, having become way too wasted to even recognize your own boyfriend. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave—“

“She’s my girlfriend.” He venomously spat, glaring daggers into the ground.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

J-Hope ➳ “(y/n) disappeared after a while, and–“

But he hung up the phone before your friend could even finish, dashing out the front door and through the streets as he went to the place you were supposed to be in, to everywhere and anywhere around it. His heart was racing, his anxiety ate at the back of his mind and when the rain began to fall — he had finally found you sitting beneath the playground at a park, hugging your legs to your chest as you try to hide away from the downpour. “Babe,” he says, and you only look up, cheeks rosy and eyes a haze.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull you onto his back, running through the storm to get you home safely.

Originally posted by mono-bts

RapMonster ➳ Jumping from the tap he suddenly feels on his shoulder, his eyes dart to ones that are very familiar, an eye smile shining in glee as you reek of alcohol. “Hey~,” you say, trying your hardest to keep standing on both your legs as your hand instantly grips a nearby stool to keep you steady, “you’re really cute, probably the only one that has ever caught my eye and—…you free?”

“Nah,” he smiles, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with one another, “I’m already yours.” A toothy grin stretches across your features and he can’t help but laugh, and it is definitely by finding your drunk self safe and sound, “let’s go home.” And he doesn’t take his time in getting you out of there

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin ➳ He didn’t know english very well, and having to find you throughout a very busy club was not really his forte. He could barely understand the signs, the faces sprouted around him were foreign and when he finally found you, he ran  to you in a hurry as he engulfs you, the love of his life, into a hug at finding you safe — but as fast as he had you in his arms, you were whipped away as you stared at him as if he was some kind of stranger.

“What are you to her, sir? Do I need to escort you outside?” But Jimin could only laugh as he stared to the floor in guilt, the remnants of your alcoholic scent clinging to his clothes and he was hoping on anything the security wouldn’t see him as some random asian boy trying to take someone for the night.

Originally posted by minniescutiehands

V ➳ “Babe,” he says, following you throughout the busy nightclub as your intoxicated self struggled through the many people. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was get you home safe and sound after your friends declared they have lost you, but now that you were at the tips of his fingers — he grabbed your shoulder. “Let’s–“

But instead, your droopy eyes doesn’t have the power to recognize your own boyfriend, screaming in fear as a security guard yells for the man to put his hands up. He didn’t know how else to approach you, only wanting to take you out of the damn place as the guard pushes him further away from you roughly. “Get out.”

Originally posted by taengst

Jungkook ➳ He had found you at a nearby fast food restaurant during the late hours of the night, looking more lost than ever as you munched away at one in the morning. He was your savior, holding you slightly so you could walk comfortably and the way he smelled was soo damn good — although, he couldn’t say the same for yourself as his nose scrunched in disgust. “How could you be so careless?” He scolded to you down the streets, but you only giggled as his arm tightened around your waist.

“Because you haven’t asked me to marry you,” you whispered, and he throws his head back in laughter, fingers rubbing your side as his cheeks flush red.

“I will,” he promises, “only if you stop drinking.”

Originally posted by cupidhitmehard


Guess Who? - part 1

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Based on Clue. You are invited to a strange house where you have to cooperate with the staff to solve the murder of one of the guests.

Word Count:1,674

Warnings: Whodunit, Language, Unprotected Sex (only 1 sentence), Murder

A/N: This will be my thank you for 5k, you’re all so amazing and nice! ♥♥♥ I hope you enjoy this series. Next part tomorrow. (i don’t own the gif, lines from the movie)

Guess Who? - Masterpage

                               The honour of your presence is requested
                                           at a Dinner Party this Friday
                                          at seven-thirty in the evening
                                                      at Hill Mansion.

Your name will be Lady Dazzle.

You rang the doorbell once and waited. A few days ago, you had received an invitation to a dinner party. So there you were, clad in a designer dress that showed off your best assets.

You looked at your reflection in the glass doors and quickly checked to see if there was lipstick on your teeth. The door opened at that moment and you shyly straightened yourself up as the butler gave you a half-amused, half-annoyed look.

“Do you know who I am?” you asked.

“Only that you are to be known as Lady Dazzle.” He took a step back, allowing you room to walk past him.

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Imagine checking into a hotel to find yourself neighbors with Tom. He’s on a publicity tour for his new movie, and as it happens, you’re doing the same to promote your new novel. You happened to meet one night after you’d had one too many glasses of wine in the hotel bar, and couldn’t get your key card to work - you were trying to use it in Tom’s door instead of your own. Being the charming gentleman that he is, he opened the door to your room for you, making sure you got into bed safe and sound, even inviting you to have brunch with him the following morning.

Originally posted by hiddlestennant

Requested by @rusty-james13 <3

Halloween || Mike Wheeler

Request: None, just thought of this and thought better get in Halloween spirit

Characters: Mike Wheeler x Reader (kind of), Dustin, Will, Lucas, some dick called Darren

Summary: The boys go trick or treating and bump into Mike’s babysitter (reader)- who all the boys have a pretty obvious crush on- when she’s on her way to a Halloween party. When Will has his moment of seeing the Upside Down, later on when Mike’s babysitter comes back from the party, Mike’s babysitter takes them both back to Mike’s.

A/N: Requests are open so request stranger things or IT (no smut only fluff obviously)- pls be detailed in requests tho 

 It was Halloween and the boys all gathered together to go trick or treating like they usually did. Will was planned to sleep round Mike’s afterwards to go through all of the candy they would have received throughout the night. Nancy was heading to a Halloween party, which you and everyone else were invited to, Steve and Jonathon attending as well. Everyone seemed to be doing something, even Mike’s parents were out of town for the night to celebrate with distant friends.

The streets were filled with dressed up kids and somewhat dressed up teens. The streets were busy, noisy and it had felt like a horror film right in front of your eyes. A cycle of doors opening, kids saying the well-known “trick or treat”, a rustling of candy wrappers an then the doors would close, an occasional groan coming from a child if they didn’t get what they wanted. Mike and the boys were dressed as the Ghost Busters, costumes that they had mistakenly worn to school that day, assuming everyone would have dressed up too. They’d worked their way backwards and had been to the usual houses first, knowing full well that they’d get more candy if they were early to the doors.

“C’mon, man, just swap with me,” Dustin complained. “I’ve got like 5 of these, you know I can’t stand to have more than 3,” he was poking at Lucas’ bag but Lucas refused to swap any of his sweets with him.

“You know I don’t like them at all,” Lucas stated. “Swap with Will,” he said, waving his arm to the boy at the other end. Will’s eyes widened and he shot his head up, instantly shaking his head.

Dustin groaned, sighing loudly as well, then gave up. “Fine, I’ll just feed them to my cat,” he shrugged. “Woah,” Dustin said, not moving his eyes from in front of him as he spoke to the others. “Isn’t that your babysitter?” Dustin asked Mike, all 4 boys stopping in their tracks suddenly, after noticing you stood nearby. You were stood outside your house, by your car, speaking to your friend. Mike nodded, his eyes still on you, in reply to Dustin.

“Her costume,” Will said, not finishing his sentence.

“Yeah,” the others said in unison, voices full of admiration.

You had chosen to go as a zombie, an excuse to show some skin at the party, not realising you were going to be stared at longingly by 4 teenage boys. You looked and noticed them all just stood, staring in your direction. You laughed lightly, putting your head down then raised it again to smile at them. The boys saw this and as you approached them, they all began to freak out, apart from Mike who tried to keep his cool.

“Hi guys,” you beamed. The boys waved at you, laughing slightly to themselves awkwardly.

“Hi (Y/N),” Mike finally spoke up. “You going to that party Nancy’s at or are you just planning to eat people,” he laughed as you chuckled.

“You guys do look pretty tasty,” you said, in a non-sexual way, causing them all to laugh. “But yeah, I’m heading off to a party,” you smiled. “Hope you haven’t been stealing candy from babies.”

“We would never,” Mike pretended to be offended and suspicious at the same time, causing you to ruffle his hair. He used his free hand to sort his hair back out when Dustin piped up.

“Do you want these two?” Dustin held out the chocolate bars that nobody would swap with him. “Nobody wants to swap so you can have them,” you took the two bars from Dustin’s hand.

“Awh, thanks kiddo,” you ruffled his hair too and Dustin blushed. “I’ll make sure to repay you for these.” Your friend called over to you, “That’s me guys, hope you have a good night,” you blew them all a joking kiss before running off to your car.


Neither you nor the boys had a good night: Darren, your boyfriend at the time, had gotten off with half of the girls at the party drunkenly, causing a row between the two of you so you’d left the party. At the same time, Will had another upside down experience which worried Mike. Mike and Will were heading home when they walked into you again, seeing you argue with Darren.

“Dude, just fuck- oh my god,” you saw that Mike was by a distraught Will’s side. The others trailing behind but heading in the other direction. You had interrupted your argument with the boy to run over to them. “Is he okay?” Mike just looked up at you, not uttering a single word until he just shrugged. “I’ll take you both home, is anyone in?”

“Will’s staying at mine,” Mike spoke up. “But no one’s in, Nancy’s at that party and my parents are out,” he chewed the side of his mouth, feeling guilty for letting something happen to Will, even though it wasn’t his fault.

“I’ll stay until they get back,” you said, nodding for the two boys to follow you. Darren was still stood by your car and still attempting to talk to you. You moved him out the way to open the door for the boy’s.

“Can you just let me explain,” he pleaded as you walked around to the driver’s side of your car. He followed you around like he was your own shadow. “They didn’t mean anything, I swear,” you turned round so your face was inches away from his and stared directly into his eyes.

Get. The fuck. Away,” you said, intimidating him. He just sighed as he let you get into your car. You began to drive back to the Wheeler’s house and Mike turned to look out the back window towards Darren.

“I’ll call you later,” he called back, but you could barely hear him as you drove away further from him.

“What was that all about?” Mike asked, finally turning from the back window to face the front. You didn’t reply to him, though, you just kept focusing on driving.

You eventually turned up at Mike’s house and parked in the driveway. You helped Will get out whilst Mike opened the door. Will sat down on the couch alongside Mike and you sat in front of them both.

“You okay, buddy?” you asked Will. He looked at you and gave you a nod. “Do you want something to eat or drink?” you asked and he shook his head. You placed your hand on his and stroked it, trying to give him some sort of comfort. His breathing slowed and Mike looked at you.

Will fell asleep on the couch and you, and Mike, were sat in the kitchen on the floor so you didn’t wake him up by talking. “It’s not your fault, by the way,” you assured Mike. “I can see that you’re blaming yourself.”

“I walked away from him,” Mike said, disappointed in himself. You squinted at him and shook your head.

“Doesn’t mean it was your fault,” you whispered. “Will knows it’s not.”

“You believe that?” he asked quietly, slightly squeaking in his voice. You nodded. “Who was that guy earlier?” he changed the subject.

“He was my boyfriend,” you explained. “He was with a bunch of girls tonight so I left and he followed me,” Mike raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t deserve that,” he said. “You’re one of the nicest people I know, and you’re a hell of a babysitter,” he laughed. “You let me stay up passed my bedtime when I was 11, let me eat 3 cookies from the jar then took the blame, and then let me watch that horror film with you and your friends-“

“Woah,” you sat up, waving your hands. “You were up for that? I put you to bed,” he widened his eyes. “You little shit,” you laughed.

“But I mean it, I don’t know why he’d do that,” Mike sounded more hurt than you actually were. “The dude sucks.”

“He sucks big time,” you agreed, smiling at Mike. “I’m glad I get to babysit you, Mike, you’re a really good kid,” you pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, wanting comfort.

No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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Haunt Care

Living in a haunted home means assuming the role of caretaker. You have become a guardian against those who would seek to destroy the undead, and vice versa, the haunts have become your guardian against those who would do you harm.

Every haunted house and resident (or group of residents) will develop rituals of communication. Some are elaborate and require all manner of candles and artifacts, while other pairings keep open channels — simply speaking is enough.

Your first few months, possibly your first year, will be spent figuring out just how to communicate with one another. Is that oddly creaking stair an invitation? Is the sound of rain on a clear day a request for help? Similarly, how do you tell your haunts you need them to listen? That you need their extra-worldly authority on matters weighing on your mind and heart?

Haunted houses require attention and care, and if it has been awhile since anyone has treated them well, they are likely to be fussy or cranky. As a matter of fact, many horror stories involving such haunts turning against new residents are, in reality a case of “cranky and sleepy ghosts being woken up.”

Have a little patience, double up on your necromantic protection spells, and you’ll be fine (probably).

Family Reunions Pt 2

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N:  I really hope everyone likes this.  I really tried not to make it too long, but it’s whatever. (Requests are open please send them)

Summary:  After meeting part of the Batfam, to Jason’s surprise you invite all of them to dinner.

Part 1

After breakfast, Dick got a call from work and took Tim back to the manor.  Meanwhile Jason had finally woken up to the sounds of dishes rattling and shuffling in the kitchen.  He winced as he sat up glancing at his fresh bruises and raw shoulder.  As he drug himself out of bed and down the hallway to the kitchen he noticed three unwashed coffee mugs sitting on the counter.

    “Thirsty?” He commented, suspicious.

    “Jason,” she smiled. “How’s your shoulder?  I put some medicine on it this morning, I thought I might numb some of the pain-”

    “Did we have company this morning?” Jason interrupted.

    “Oh just your brothers,” y/n mumbled.

    “What?  They followed me home?!”

    “Jason!” y/n shouted over him.  “It’s okay, I talked out some things with Dick and Tim.  They just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

    “They followed me to our home, y/n,” Jason elaborated.  “This is not okay!  I’m going to see them.”  Jason started walking to their shared room to throw on a shirt.

    “Jason, no!” she said, making a poor attempt to block the door.  Jason glanced at her; how could she be so cute?  In his shirt trying to block him from leaving when he could easily pick her up.  “Listen I know your family isn’t the most functional, but they’re all you’ve got.”

    “Y/n, I need to have conversation with them,” he sighed, “about boundaries.”

  “Then you can talk to them tonight.  I invited your brothers, Bruce, and Alfred over for dinner.”

    “You did what?!”

    “Jason, listen!” She shouted.  “They don’t know me, at all, and they very suspicious people so I need to have a good impression.  Plus, you know they’ll come back here either way, they might aswell be invited.”

    “Well you need to uninvite them or I won’t be here when they come over-”

    “Jason Peter Todd they are going to be our guests and you are going to deal with it!” Y/n yelled, storming out of the room.  Jason threw his face into his hands and groaned, well tonight should be eventful.


    It was around six twenty when y/n came out of their room in a new dress ready to meet Jason’s whole family.  She sauntered down the hallway pleased with the sight in front of her, a spotless apartment and her gorgeous boyfriend putting the finishing touches on their dinner.  She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso as he kept their meal warm on the stove.

    “Hello, handsome,” she grinned into his back.

    “Hey, beautiful,” he smiled turning around and giving her a peck on her forehead.

    “Like what you see?” she asked.

    “I always do-”  Before Jason could finish his sentence there was a knock at the door.  “What the hell?  One of the neighbors?”

    “Don’t worry, it’s your family,” she stated.

    “How do you know?”

    “They never buzz in.”

    Y/n strolled over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Dick and Tim in the same clothes they were from this morning.

    “Hi boys,” she greeted.  “Come on in, Jason’s making dinner.”  They followed y/n into the kitchen where Jason was.

    “Hey baby bird,” Dick grinned.  “How’s the shoulder?”

    “Sore, but fine,” Jason responded, uninterested.

    “Hello, Jason,” Tim said.

    “Hey, replac-,” Jason was cut off when he noticed a hard glare coming from y/n.  “Tim.  Hello, Tim.”  Dick and Tim glanced at each other almost in shock.  He must really like y/n.

    “So where’s everyone else at?” y/n asked.

    “Oh, you know, Bruce has always been very punctual,” Dick answered.  “I bet he’ll buzz in exactly at six thirty.”  Right as Dick finished speaking someone buzzed in to come up to their appartment and low and behold Dick was right, it was six thirty.  Jason pressed the entrance button and in a few minutes there was a knock at the door.  Y/n was at the door in a matter of seconds primping herself on the way over.  Jason grinned at her, everything she did just made his heart beat a little quicker each time.

“So baby bird,” Dick started, “it looks like you’ve got a keeper.”  For first time in many years Dick heard Jason chuckle.

    “At least you’re right about something,” Jason snickered.

    Y/n opened the door and was greeted with a very tall handsome man who she knew to be Bruce Wayne, Alfred; who she’s seen pictures of; and a boy Jason calls “Demon spawn” also known as Damian Wayne.

    “Hello you must be Jason’s girlfriend-”

    “Y/n,” she interrupted.  “It’s really exciting to meet you, Mr.Wayne.  Please come in.”  

     “Please call me Bruce,” he responded.  They followed her from the doorway into the living room, which was now converted into a dining room.  Y/n ignored Damians judgmental glares while looking at her home.

      She smiled and turned toward the kitchen, “Babe; Bruce, Alfred, and Damian are here.”

As everyone got situated around the table a nice coversation erupted, curtisy of Alfred.  The conversation was steady and calm, putting y/n’s nerves to ease.  Everyone seemed to be getting along.  Even Damian tried to get involved in the conversation and occational bickering with his brothers.  Eventually the topic that everyone was wondering can up.

       “So y/n,” Dick started, “how did you and Jason meet?”

       “Oh my god,” Jason and y/n said simultaneously.

       “You tell it,” Jason smiled at her eagerness.

       "Okay so I had an exam for a course I was taking at Gotham University. I was studying like a mad man during the night-“

        "At four in the morning!”

         “Oh shush. So anyway I was studying and I was blasting Alexander Hamilton, one of my favorite musicals, when this idiot comes banging-”


        “Banging on my door! So I open the door and he starts yelling at me about how he can hear my music all the way across the hall. So you know what I do?”

        “She shut the door in my face.”

        “And guess what he does.”

         "I started knocking again.“

        "Banging again! So I opened the door didn’t say anything and then closed it.”

        "Slammed it in my face, again.“

         "So to calm myself down I went to the kitchen and got something to eat.  So I turn around and see him sitting on my couch!”

         "Your window was unlocked that was dangerous.“

          "He just sat there!” she gaped.  “We stared at each other for like 2 minutes before he says ‘You’ve got guts here’s my number you should text me sometime when you’re free.’ And then he just left!”

         “God I’m good,” Jason smirked.

          “Why didn’t you call the police?” Tim gasped. “He broke into your apartment!”

          “Well he was right it was dangerous to leave my window unlocked,” she stated. “And I established just how dangerous it was when I found Redhood bleeding on my couch a week later.”

         “I basically forced her to date me,” Jason chuckled.  Everyone turned to Bruce who was laughing.

        “Maybe one of you boys,” he jestered to Dick and Tim, “should use that dating tactic.”

         “The second time he broke in he was weak, vunrable,” Damian stated. “This would have been the perfect time for you to have run and called the police.  Why didn’t you?”

         “Very true, but by then I had figured out who he was,” she smiled. “How are the police supposed to put someone in jail who’s already dead?”  It was safe to say the rest of dinner went smoothly and according to plan.

Am I mad? - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by conduitstr

AN: Well, just a little something to keep you going until Friday cause on Friday I have a whole week off and I’m spending it writing!

Summary: You’re in Sherrinford and Moriarty takes a liking to you

Word count:


“They think I’m mad.” You cooed as you crossed your legs underneath you. 

“Aren’t you?” Moriarty’s lips twisted upwards slightly as he observed you.

“What do you think?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow. 

“I think you’re wasted here.” 

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Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 1)

A/N: I thought I would post this first because I planned the plot in like 5 mins and currently having writers block for the 2 requested ones but I hope they will be up by next week. Enjoy, like and follow. Requests are not open until further notice. Much love. Send me feedback on what you think so far. Part 2 ? .xx

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Originally posted by knightlley

Life is great when you know you have at least one loyal best friend. It’s better than having 10 okay friends. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have entered my life and that was my best friend, Jeff Atkins.

We in actual fact met because of our parents since we’re both neighbours and was new to the neighbourhood at the time, Jeff’s parents had invited us over to his house for dinner. I was shy to speak to someone who was as handsome as Jeff, I wasn’t one to speak to boys in a hurry and where I came from was an all girls school. Knowing that I’m going to the same school as him also had given me the chills, who knows what’s in stored for me. Though that night Jeff had gotten me to show my bubbly and loud side - we had a lot in common.

Jeff introduced me to his friends which I was glad they were all easy to make conversations with but I didn’t believe they were being genuine about who they say they were.

Through time, I started to have feelings for Jeff as more than a friend. This really did scare me because I didn’t want to lose the friendship we had. Worst case scenario is me telling him that I love him and have been in love with him since the start, all he would say is nothing and probably laugh at me like everyone else.

I thought to myself that I should set my feelings for him aside and just worry about our friendship. Problem is that he has a girlfriend named Jazmin for a while now. He seems to be head over heels for her and well I can’t change that. She was the new girl at our school, Jeff couldn’t stop talking about her and since Clay was her buddy, it was a bonus for Jeff so he had an excuse to talk to her. They’ve been dating for a good 6 months.

Later today our whole school was invited to Jess’ house party. As much as I didn’t want to go Jeff insisted that I come with and of course Jazmin was going to tag along. No hate to her, she’s really sweet and pretty - everything that I’m not - we both had become acquaintances.

It was currently 3pm and the party was at 6pm. I was busy studying and decided on getting ready at 5 since Jess’ house is literally 5 minutes away from mine. As I was just about to get back to studying my notifications went off, it was a message from Hannah asking if I was going. I replied back saying yes and hoped to see her there. I left my phone aside and was finishing off my summaries. My phone was ringing this time, I groaned in annoyance, we’re all going to see each other later today anyway so I don’t see what’s the need for the messages and phone calls.

It was a call from Jeff. “Hello” I answered plainly. “Sup bestie” Jeff enthused. “Busy studying well was until you interrupted me. How about you ?” I asked. “Oh my bad Miss. Y/L/N looks like the next time I shouldn’t bother to phone you at all” he said sarcastically. “That’s fine by me” I giggled. “Anyways I just wanted to know if you need a ride ? I’m just on my way to fetch Jazmin and thought I can pop by to pick you up” he said. “Nah it’s okay, thanks for the offer, though I’ll walk” I said. “Are you kidding me ? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to walk alone at night ? I’m coming to pick you up. No buts. See you in a bit” he said lastly and ended this call. Gosh this boy.

I left my work as it was on my study table and started looking through my closet for an outfit. I finally picked out a cropped black lace off the shoulder top with denim short shorts paired with adidas original superstars. I left my hair as its natural wavy state with subtle make up on. I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my phone and decided to sit on my front porch whilst I waited. 2 minutes later Jeff parks in front, I jumped in the back “Hey” I smiled. “Heya” they replied back. “I love your outfit” she said as she looked at me through the rear mirror. “Aww thanks, I love yours too” I said and turned to look at her in the passenger seat. I felt Jeff look at me through the rear mirror but he didn’t say anything.

We got to the party and as soon as we got there we 3 had dispersed. Well, I was on my own and I’m sure they’re somewhere here together. I walked into Jess’ house and taking in my surroundings, as close as Jess and I may stay we aren’t the bestest of friends though we’re good enough acquaintances.

I spotted Clay and Hannah talking by the couch. “Aww well if it ain’t my favourite people” I cooed. They’re so cute honestly get married already. “Oh hey Y/N it’s good to see you here other than worrying about your books” Clay said and pulled me in for a hug. “Look who’s talking, this isn’t my first party Jensen. I’m the one shocked to see you here that goes for you too Han” I said. “I thought I should try something different” Clay said. “Same here” Hannah added. “I can tell you both did, loving the hair by the way Hannah" I said lastly and faded off into the kitchen.

All I need right now was a drink though I’m not talking about alcohol. Alcohol is not always the option when you’re sad. I poured myself a cup of Coca Cola and walked back to where Clay, and Hannah was. “You guys want a drink ?” I asked. “Nah we’re good” Hannah smiled and shook the cup in her hand. I thought I might as well sit next to them on the couch but then Jess and Justin beat me to it. They were both clearly pissed drunk but it was more evident on Jess. “Hey Y/N” she waved. “Hii” I waved back at them. She then moved her attention to the suck and blow game happening in front of them. “Hey ! We want to play too” Jess whined. I took a quick look at all the participants and surprise surprise, Jeff and Jazmin were playing too. Can I even stand to watch this ?

The card started from Zach to Sheri, to Monty to another blonde, to Jeff. I don’t even know his this boy couldn’t hold onto that card for a few seconds longer. It fell from his lips and he was quick to connect his with Jazmin. “Excuse me” I told Clay and Hannah. They know. I walked out to the front yard and sat on the staircase, I tried not to cry from the pain but I was weak. A tear dropped onto my thigh, I quickly wiped away my tears in hopes that no one sees me crying - I don’t want to cause a scene - their was a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked back to the person and it was Zach. “Hey are you okay ?”

Requested by: @weallhaveadestiny

“Hello there! Hope you’re okay! Was wondering if you could do a reader x bill skarsgard where reader meets bill for the first time in stockholm, she doesn’t know he is an actor, and he wants to keep it that way. But, fans get involve. Rest is up to you if you feel inspired :) xx “  

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader      

A/N: Okay.. this is the first time I’ve write something with Bill, I‘m having a really bad crush on him and I can’t deal with him an his green eyes and everything. He’s such an amazing actor! I was in shock when I saw him as Pennywise.  Sorry for my horrible english, I swear I’m trying my best. :c

Title: Fika

You had spent the last twelve hours on a plane traveling to Stockholm on a trip that you had planned with your friends, they were dead tired and seemed that no one were interested in spending their first day out of their country exploring the big city, but you were an energetic girl, you used to be quiet and reserved in some things but your energy for everything was very impressive, you were that kind of people that just seeing them transmitted good vibes, so you decided to go out alone, you were not going to miss a single day of your trip.

You left the hotel where you and your three friends were staying and started to walk on the sidewalk with your hands inside your coat, you took some pictures of a big park, you loved to take pictures and publish them in your Instagram account, just for hobby. You also were a big fan of coffee, so you had made a promise to taste one from every place that you visited; on your way, you found a small cafe “Yummies coffee & bistro” you read in the entrance, you approached just when the first drops of rain had begun to fall; it was a rustic place, with some wooden little tables, each one adorned with a small desert plant in the center, there were plenty of Christmas lights everywhere that along with the light coming from the outside lit the place to perfection.

A guy with big green eyes who was sitting at one of the tables in the background watched you closely when you came in and gave you a small smile, you smiled back and chose a table by the window with a view to the outside and you sat to see the rain, you were sunk in your thoughts when the waitress’ voice took you out of your cave.

“Välkommen, fröken, kan jag erbjuda dig något att dricka? ”(literally I’ve translate this in google HAHA sorry) and in that moment you regretted not knowing Swedish, the young waitress left a menu on the table

“Sorry?” you said shyly in english

“Oh! Excuse me miss” she start speaking English” let me looking for another menu for you” she said taking back the menu that she had placed on the table before” May I offer you something to drink while I’m back?”

“I can wait, thank you” you said giving her a wide smile”

Several minutes had passed and it seemed that the waitress had completely forgotten about you; you decided to entertain yourself a few minutes checking your social networks on your cellphone, nothing new, just a few notifications from your family asking you how you were and some likes in the photo that you had uploaded just when you arrived in the city.

“Hello” you heard a manly voice next to you and turn yourself to see him. It was the green-eyed guy from before, he was too tall and was wearing a black coat

“Hi” you said gently, you didn’t know him, you had never seen him in your life before this day

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked you doubting “I’ve seen you the last ten minutes and it seems like the waitress just forgot about you”

You laughed vigorously at his comment “No, I’m not expecting anyone, apparently she’s looking for a menu in English, I think she’s translating it herself” the man laughed

“I can help you order if you want, May I sit?”

You nodded “of course” He sat in the chair in front of you while looking at you

“You’re not from here… American?” he asked

“How did you know?”

“Your accent, your way of dressing, your essence” he laughed softly

“Are you telling me that I transmit Americanism?” you looked at him frowning

“Sort of…” you both laughed “I’m Bill by the way”

“I’m Y/N”

“Well YN, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m just trying to be a good citizen, let me call the waitress” He raised his hand and a different waitress appeared, she gave a menu to Bill and he started looking “anything special? “. He asked you

“mmmh” you said with your arms on the table “I would like to try… I don’t know, maybe something typical of the country?  What do you recommend?”

“Maybe a köttbullar?” you look surprised

“what is that?”

“Meatballs, actually, Swedish meatballs, they’re good, especially in this bistro”

“Okay, I’ll eat it” Bill ordered in Swedish and the waitress said that she was coming back with your food”

You both continued talking and laughing for a while “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“Well, my friends and I plan a trip every year, this time we decided to do something bigger and come here, we all agree to want to know Stockholm, I love the weather”

“Really?” he asked you frowning “but it’s rainy and I doubt that you can do much today”

“Well, that didn’t stop me to come here”

He laughed “Why did you come alone?  Where are your friends?

“We arrived just today and they were all dead tired to get to know the city, but I couldn’t stop thinking that I would be wasting my first day in Stockholm just because I didn’t sleep on the damn plane” You smiled at him.

“Cool” he said looking through the window “they will love the city, of course, if they decide to leave the hotel someday” you both laughed and the waitress arrived with your food

“Have you lived in here your whole life?” you asked him while giving a look at your food, it’s looks amazing and smell delicious

He kept thinking for a few minutes “something like that, I moved to America seven years ago, but right now I’m visiting my parents like every year”

“really? Why would you move to America? I mean… Stockholm is wonderful”

“Work” He said with a simple smile and you thought that he wasn’t ugly at all… 

“What do you do?… I just want to be sure that you’re not trying to kidnap me or something” He let out a playful giggle. The waitress approaches to remove the empty dishes and a group of girls appear

“Shit…” He whispered

“Mr. Skarsgard” said one of the girl, was about seventeen years old, Bill turning to see them smiling “ Could you signed this for me, please? “

“Sure…” He said, taking a sharpie and signing a Pennywise poster, you really had no idea what was going on or why these girls came out of looking for Bill and asking him for autographs and pictures, they thanked him and then left  ”What were we in?” he asked, you smiled at him  “What’s going on?”

“What about those girls?”

“mmmh, dunno, fans I guess” you look at him without understanding, he snorts “I’m an actor, that’s why I moved to America”


“Yep” he sighed “I was going to ask you if you’ll have a Fika with me before these girls showed up, but now I don’t know if you’re going to accept it”


He smiled shyly “Sorry, I was trying to sound Swedish, that’s how we call at the coffee time”

“Oh… I would have said yes, even without knowing that you were an actor Bill, god, it must be tired to have to live with those girls behind you all the time, uh?” you crossed your arms

“Exhausting, annoying, but sometimes it’s fun, I mean, when you’re not trying to invite a girl who treats you like a normal human being, to go out”

You laugh putting your hand on your stomach “I’m full, I had planned to just have some coffee”

“Well, now we have one pending”….

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[Weiss makes her way back to her room]

Ruby - [screaming from inside the room]  I’M TURNING INTO WEISS !?!

Weiss - [runs into the room] THEN YOU’VE BEEN TRULY BLE…..[notices Ruby looking in the mirror, holding her now snow white hair] Oh my , you weren’t joking…..

Ruby - Weiss ? [rushes over to Weiss] What am I going to do ? I can’t walk in heels D=

Weiss- You’re turning into your girlfriend, and that’s the first problem you go to ?

Ruby - Well yeah, everything else about you is perfect

Weiss- …..

Ruby - What ?

Weiss- I’m judging whether I should punch you for insulting my taste in shoes….or kiss you for the compliment……

Ruby -……I’d prefer this kiss

[Weiss baps Ruby on the head]

Ruby - [crouches down, holding her head in pain] That really hurt =_(. I’m scared, you should be hugging me not HITTING me =(((

Weiss - ACTUALLY ….[looks away shyly] I think I know what’s going on….

Ruby - [face beams with hope]

Weiss- When a Schnee….wants to marry…..someone from outside the family……that persons hair….[says quickly] ….turns white like ours

Ruby - [confused] Nobody wants to marry…..

[Weiss blushes and looks away, looking like she’s going to die]

Ruby - [shocked gasp turns to big eager smile] YOU 

Weiss- Ruby Rose, don’t you say anything !


Weiss- I do not ! [stomps foot, looking embarrassed]

Ruby - Don’t worry Weiss, if turning into you is the price to be with you forever, then it Schneed’s to happen

Weiss- [deadpan]  If you do that again, Yang’s not invited 

Ruby - Ok =(

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High Lords at a Wedding

Rhysand: Gets mistaken for the groom because he was extra as hell and wore a black tux with a little boutonniere. Feyre cannot believe this is happening. She’s even more mortified when Rhys looks at the groom and says, “Well, one of us is going to have to change.”

Helion: Chatting up the bartender in hopes of an open bar. It totally works; between the suit and Helion’s grin, the bartender is wrapped around his finger. Which is good, because Helion’s pretty sure his best shot with Cassian is if they’re both drunk.

Kallias: Sitting beside Viviane and he cannot stop fidgeting. “Hey babe…I don’t know if this is, like, insensitive, but do you have any snacks in your purse?” “This is a clutch, Kal, not a purse.” “…Yeah, okay, but does it have any snacks?” 

Thesan: Admiring the wedding’s aesthetic. He loves the traditional architecture and design of the church, and he’s thinking about implementing it into his palace because damn. Also, he loves churches because he can run up to his Peregryn lover and touch those feathered wings and nuzzle him and say, “I’m so glad I have my very own guardian angel.” And, of course, Thesan’s lover just melts.

Tarquin: Tears up a little bit when the bride comes walking down the aisle. He’s sitting with Varian and Cresseida, who keep asking him when he’s going to tie the knot, and Tarquin just rolls his eyes, but he still finds himself humming to the Bridal Chorus. Fortunately, weddings are great places for hook-ups, and while marriage might be an “on the radar” thing for him, he’s definitely down for a quickie in the closet with one of the bridesmaids.

Beron: Didn’t come because he wasn’t invited. When he asks where his invitation went, the bride and groom only say, “Oops, we ran out of stationary.” Because it’s the most polite way of saying “We didn’t want you there, you crusty toaster.”

Tamlin: Takes “sweating like a sinner in a church” to a new level. Decides he needs to go to confession, needs to turn over a new leaf. Half-way through, the priest decides he, too, needs the open bar and leaves Tam to ramble in the confessional. Tamlin cries. He is unaware that he’s not talking to anyone. Nobody corrects the mistake.

So this was requested by @wingsofanillyrian a million years ago (Me: I’m taking requests! Someone: *requests* Me: *Doesn’t get around to it for 12 years*). Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

my cinderella wakes up with the taste of ashes in her mouth and thinks of her mother’s waning sickness. my cinderella has nightmares of watching her mother’s chest rising, a wheeze escaping her ribs. my cinderella does not cry about this, because she lives in the place fires begin.

her stepmother has perfect teeth and high eyebrows. “are you done sweeping?” she asks. “i need to see myself in my tiles.”

there are long days spent like this. sometimes cinderella gets caught on things. she spends four hours with a toothbrush swiveling in small circles, her whole body trembling. she thinks if everything is perfect, nothing bad will happen. if she checks the stove eight times, it will not poison her like her stepmother’s venom. if she lets the cat scratch her once a day, it will learn to love her. if she just gets these baseboards clean, maybe her father will come home to her.

the invitation comes when she is adjusting the pictures on the wall. it is announced with fanfare. her stepmother sends out the request for dresses instantly while cinderella watches, waiting.

“baby,” stepmother wakes her on the day of, “hope you know how long you’ll be working for today.” strokes her hair a little.

cinderella stares at her. doesn’t want to go to the ball, where people will be twirling around on floors someone else spent six hours polishing, where people will be careless in eating food someone else toiled over cooking. where people like her fade into the shadows.

when she opens her mouth, she says, “let me go, stepmother.” it is worth the look of shock and terror on that woman’s face to tell a lie. cinderella, after the slap, hides her face and smiles.

they leave trumpeting. her step sisters are cupcakes floating on shoes cinderella has sown together.

in the night, she rises from her bed and coaxes a little mouse onto her hands and snaps its little neck. 

boiling the fur of it off is easy. she feeds the bits to the cat, who twines around her feet. she takes the bones under the poplar tree and lays them out just-so. she says the words her mother used to know.

deep from the shadows comes the Fairy. pink and pretty with eyes that are totally empty. cinderella knows better than to look at them directly. “you summon me?” asks the ancient one. “what needs be done?”

cinderella does not want a ball. cinderella wants a night off. she explains slowly what she wants. she gives the Fairy three things: a needle. a fingernail. a strand of hair. the deal is done, midnight comes.

she dresses in her mother’s dress, hidden under the floorboards. it is beautiful, white, shines like a river. on her feet are no shoes at all. she wants to feel the ground that carries her, that has been tilled by people like her.

at the gates, they stop her. no carriage, nothing but a smile on her. but she’s so polite. so willing. has big fluttering eyelashes. lures the guards beyond the light of the castle’s torches. knows how to work a kitchen knife.

inside, she is blinded by the brightness of lamps on granite. everyone here is laughing. gliding. cinderella glides too, effortless without any shoes. 

her stepsisters hang off one another, have their arms draped off the prince. cinderella walks up. smiles. says the words her mother taught her. 

they erupt into screams. “needles” they howl, dancing in shoes cinderella made, “needles in my feet.” they bleed all over the floors someone worked hard for. “That,” says cinderella, “is one for me.”

the prince is without words. stepmother in her skirts tumbles as she skitters forwards. she is bubbling with improper language to speak in front of royals. on her hand is a nail chipped from slapping her stepdaughter. cinderella looks her in the eyes when she says the word. without a pause, violent scratches appear over her stepmother. she is torn open. 

“that,” says cinderella, “is for my mother.”

cinderella tips over candle sticks and sets things on fire. leaves them all with the taste of ashes in their lungs. turns. does not run. 

the prince follows. on his steps, as the clock strikes midnight, he finds a footprint in blood. he swears he will find whomever it belongs to if he has to try the shoes of every girl in the kingdom. 

but cinderella is no longer a girl. the last, a ring of cathair, has turned her into whiskers and a tail. she sits there, watching him in the light. she twines around his legs and purrs at him. he finds her white coat fascinating. 

she lives off of castle food for the rest of her life. sometimes, when she is bored, she bats all of the pictures straight in the front hall. 

nobody ever finds the girl. at the funeral of the stepmother, a white cat sits by the feet of the widowed man who was her father. he has nightmares of his first wife forever after. 

700 Celebration (2/100)

Request: @aubzylynn : “ 😍😍😍😍 Hi, honey! Can i request a bucky fluff fest puh-leeeease? 25, 5, 12, 13, 31😘😘 i love you”

25. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that we’re going to have a problem.”

5. “Tony is going to kill us.”

12. “You know what? We’re having a party, and you’re not invited!”

13. “I will pay you at least ten dollars to help me build a blanket fort.”

31. “I really want to kiss you.”

A/N: This is so not a drabble… Oh my god. I’m going to stop pretending I’m capable of writing drabbles. I will not be held responsible for the length of these requests.

Originally posted by giflounge

“Bucky!” You gave another insistent knock on his door.

“Damn it, woman, I am trying to sleep!” His voice was muffled as it came through the wood, but you heard the steady grumbling grow closer until the door opened, revealing a very sleepy and disheveled Bucky Barnes.

“Why are you even sleeping? It’s like eight o’clock, you weirdo.”

Trying to be considerate unlike some people. The more I sleep now, the less I sleep while watching whatever nonsense you’re forcing on me tonight.”

You tried to glare at him for that comment, but the little grin he was sporting was too much for you to handle.

“Fine, well, tonight is starting early. I may have been a little too thorough in the blanket and pillow gathering process. You know what this means.”

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