this is the first thing that came into my head when i saw the reveal page

A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

baby, my baby | 02

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  3.2 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

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Bloom — Part III — Winter

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower

It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.

The day before she left, her wish was granted.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.

“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a  grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”

“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.

“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.

“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”

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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Soulmate au oneshot full of Marichat


They always thought they’d be alone forever. There had been stories of people whose soulmate mark didn’t appear by their thirteenth birthday, but for their first thirteen years Marinette and Adrien thought it was only a story. When their birthdays came and passed, they knew.

Sometimes Adrien felt like that’s why his mother left, because he was defective. He thought maybe that’s why his father became cold. He felt truly lucky to at least have Nathalie, who was the closest thing to a parental figure in his life. Maybe the lack of a mark was why his father forbid him from attending school, to protect him from the ridicule and hate. It took years to convince his father to let him attend school. Whenever magazines asked about his mark, he lied and said it was a secret. Nobody speculated that he didn’t have one for two reasons; one, a lot of famous people refused to reveal their marks, and two, it was practically unheard of to not have one. The last case of an unmarked person was decades ago in the United States; there was no documentation of an unmarked in Paris in all of history.

Marinette’s family was much more understanding. They gave her options and kept their promise of unconditional love. Instead of being forced to hide, Marinette chose to be open. She did not advertise her lack of a mark, but whenever someone asked she told the truth. Some were disgusted, others confused. The bakery even lost some customers but her parents never blamed her for that. She wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt her but she was determined to make the most of it. Years of consoling words from her parents prepared her for a lonely life.

Then a misunderstood blond gave her an umbrella and everything changed. For the first time ever she felt a romantic attraction, a craving for love.

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No Money - Archie Andrews

listen to the song here

Sorry I ain’t got no money I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar this time I ain’t gonna run away

You might knock me down, you might knock me down, but I will get back up again

You can call it how you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar this time I ain’t gonna run away

What is most important to you? The question was bold, standing out against everything else on your page.  It was sitting there blank, the only question you had skimmed over.  Sure, at first glance it was easy.  My friends, you thought.  Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin… Archie.  But that was easy.  Every other applicant trying to score a job at Pop’s was bound to say the same tedious answers.  My family, my friends, my education… blah blah blah.  You wanted to stand out.  Every other question you answered above and beyond (Jughead tutoring you for free in English was just about the best thing that ever happened to you) and wanted to make your application a star among clouds.  

You were currently sitting in a booth alone at the diner you visited oh so frequently visited.  Normally you were here with at least one of your friends, but today you needed some peace quiet and french fries to get you through this paper.  You’d been tapping your pen against the tabletop for the last ten minutes, eyes reading the words over and over.

“You want your usual milkshake doll?” You looked up to see Pop there, smiling kindly at you.  “Filling out my job application for here?” You nodded.

“Just one left” You pulled a smile, as he scribbled down your order.  Chocolate milkshake, as always.  He looked over the empty lines on your form.

“Tricky one for ya?”

“Too easy” You replied with a sigh.  Pop chuckled, sliding his pen behind his ear, and his notepad into the pocket of his apron.

“Friends comin’ tonight? You’re never here all alone”

“Yeah I came here by myself.  Needed some calm”

“Your one pal’s real quiet.  Not the loner one with the laptop, the one who comes here.  Probably writin’ poems or somethin’ he’s always singing” You laughed quietly at his mention of Archie.

“Yeah, Archie’s looking to be a singer now”

“Really? Pro athlete all star boy? Wants to be a musician?” You nodded, still smiling softly.  “He any good?”

“He’s great” You said genuinely.  “Really great.  He has some serious talent”

“Is that a blush I see creepin’ up your face?” You looked away quickly.  “Wow, it’s redder than your boyfriend’s hair”

“Oh he’s not my-”

“I’m not her boyfriend” You jumped, turning as Archie had just walked in, wandering towards your table and sliding in the booth across from you.

“Boy how did you even know-”

“We have this conversation all the time” You said, cutting off Pop.  Because it was true.  Everyone always asked ‘what the lovely couple would like to eat’ or ‘how long have you been dating?’ or ‘you have a lovely girlfriend sir’ even your grandmother once asked if you and him were together yet.  You’d laughed and shook your head but looked away, trying to hide the slight frown on your lips.

“I’ll have a burger” Archie said with a signature grin to Pop.  He winked, and walked off.  “So.  Why’d you come here all alone?” Archie asked, folding his hands together, and putting his arms on the table and leaning towards you.  His eyes flickered down to the paper between the two of you.

“It’s my job application… to work here” You told him.  No one knew, just your parents, and Pop.  So you weren’t actually sure how he would react.

But you weren’t expecting him to break into  a grin the size of the moon, and clap his hands together before holding yours firmly.  Your eyes widened slightly at the gesture, and he was still smiling.

“y/n that’s great!”

“I-it is?”

“Yeah you love it here! Plus free food! And extra cash!” You giggled softly and nervously at that, looking down at the table so he wouldn’t see the blush that rose to your cheeks upon his hands clasping onto yours.

“You’re right” You said, and gently pulled your hands out of his.

“Took you long enough to admit it” You smiled a little, already going back to your paper.  “Need help?” You shook your head, and Archie nodded, watching you intently.  You were quiet, this didn’t go unnoticed by him, but he knew it was because you were in a deep concentration.

Your eyes were swallowing the words on the page, wide and full of curious thought.  Every once in awhile your nose would crinkle up, and your lip would curl at the end.  When it wasn’t curled, your bottom lip was being tucked in between your teeth.

He thought it was utterly beautiful.

After an hour, you’d finished up the form, and your meals.  Pop had gleefully taken the application for you.  Telling you that the odds of you getting the job were highly in your favor.

“Thank you so much Pop” You said with a big grin as you pulled on your hoodie.

“No problem toots” The man said, before walking back behind the counter, and going back into the kitchen to finish up his orders.  Archie walked up next to you, and you smiled up at him

“You want to go to the drive in?” He asked, and you nodded, letting him put his hat over your head, until your ears were covered.

“Thanks” You mumbled, and you both walked out of the diner.

“I drove the truck” Archie said, revealing his keys before grinning.  “And I brought a bunch of blankets too so we can set them up in the back and stuff” He unlocked the doors, and you both climbed in.

“It’s been awhile, since we’ve seen a movie here” You said.  “You should text Betty, and Ronnie” You said.

“I did” He replied quickly.  “Veronica’s figuring out stuff with her mom and Betty’s staying back in the projection booth with Jughead” You nodded.

“Well that just means one on one time for me and my favorite ginger” You said with a giggle as you bumped your elbow against his arm.  Archie rolled his eyes, but smiled genuinely towards you.

The theatre wasn’t very busy, there were so manyother things that tenagers found to do than go sit outside in the cold watching old movies.  But you still saw the magic and was always entertained being at the Twilight.

You couldn’t remember the last time that you were there though, it seemed like it had been ages.  But you’d been so wrapped up in the anxieties offered by life, that you had barely spent time outside of school, and your room.

“Hey, hey y/n” You jumped slightly in your seat, looking over at Archie.  “We’re here.. You alright? You pulled a tight smile and nodded.  Then unbuckled your seatbelt, and heading to the back of the truck.  You stared up at the screen, playing trailers and ads as Archie laid blankets over the back bed of the truck.

“Hey Archie?” You called, and he looked up at you.  Both of you on either side of the car.

“Yeah?” You bit your cheek, thinking for a moment.  But staring at him and his green eyes, you couldn’t find the right words.  Suddenly, ‘I’m sorry I’ve pulled away from us’ just didn’t feel right.  “y/n?” Archie gave you a concerned look, but you shook your head, tucking your hair back behind your ear.  “Hey… what’s going on?” He straightened out the end of the blanket and walked over to you.  “And don’t say nothing, cause I know that’s a lie”

“I don’t wanna lie”  Archie nodded, hands curling on your wrists and tugging you to the end of the truck.

“Alright, well I’m here to listen… whenever you want to talk” You nodded your head as he pushed himself up onto the bed.  Then turned around, wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you up too.  “Do you want to?” You nodded, crawling back towards the the mountain of pillows.

“Yeah I just don’t know how to start” He nodded, and you pulled your knees towards your chest.

“Well… I’ve got all night” Archie said, and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs.  “Come here, lean over” Archie held his arm out, and he could see the deep blush creeping up your cheeks.  But you did, leaning your head onto his chest, and letting his arm drape around your shoulders.  “It’s okay” His hand rubbed circles on your waist.

“It’s not”

“It is” He grew quieter, as the movie began to play.  “No matter what, it’s gonna be okay” You took in a shaky breath, and watched the movie silently for a few moments.  You tried to calm your thoughts, and slow your rapid heart beat.  “Would this have to be about Grundy?” You scoffed.

“No, no it’s not”

“Okay well anything that could result in me being mad at you is out the window so now there’s really nothing to be worried abou-”

“I had sex with Chuck” His head turned to you so fast, it was just a blur of red hair in front of you.  His eyes were wide, a hard green that sprung tears in your own.

“Did he-”

“No… no it was consensual” His green orbs instantly softened.  “Two weeks ago I was at the Blossoms, for Cheryl’s party?” He nodded, prompting you to continue.  “Add uh… Ronnie was off making out with Betty… and I was just around Chuck and Reggie cause I don’t know…  they’re your football friends and um…”

“I’m not upset” Archie assured you, cupping a hand around your cheek, trying to comfort you best he can.

“He asked me if I wanted to go upstairs… and I wasn’t drunk or anything I knew what he wanted and I just wanted to get over… I told him I wanted to”

“What were you getting over?” You shook your head, looking away and causing his hand to fall from your face.

“Just life” You said weakly.  Alright, so maybe him and Grundy has been eating at you a bit.  You let out a sigh.  “I don’t want to lie to you Archie”

“Then don’t, you don’t have to” He responded.

“Okay then- then I have to be really honest about something” His brows raised momentarily, but nodded, silently telling you to continue.  “I uh- wow this is embarrassing”

“Trust me, I’ve done some weird things I doubt you could say anything that could shock-”

“Archie I’m sorta in love with you”

You proved him wrong in an instant.

“Sort of?” You blinked at his response.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say I just told you like, my biggest secret ever and that’s all you have to say-?”

“I only ask because I really like you” You stopped talking.  “So if you only sorta like me then I don’t want to push you to do something you don’t want to do” You stared at him, trying to get a read from his expression.  A gentle look, soft features, the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips.

“So it might not be sorta… it might be a lot” You told him, and Archie pulled up a smile.

“I can work with that” He said, and leaned forward, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, as though asking for permission.  You nodded, and met him halfway.

It wasn’t like anything you’d experienced before, or heard or read or watched.  It wasn’t fireworks exploding behind your eyes.  But it was magical, in some way.  In the softness, the sweet and gentle touch.  It was his warm hands cupping your face and it was his vanilla tasting lips on yours.  It was his rapid heartbeat against your chest, out of sync with yours but just as fast.  It was your shaky breaths when you’d part for the shortest of moments.  It was the way you laid down on the bed of the truck, in a comfortable, and non-prompting way.  (you were in public this couldn’t escalate any further anyways) But you could just lay there on your sides, kissing softly and lightly.  It was like you were both experimenting with your feelings, relishing in how good it felt to touch the other.

“Knock knock hookers” You jumped, seeing Kevin standing next to the truck.  Instantly your face flushed a red pink color, and Archie just groaned as he sat up.  “Thought I’d come join you, but I don’t want to be a cock block so say the word and I’ll be on my merry way” He smiled cheekily, and you rolled your eyes.

“Get up here Kev” You said to your friend, sitting up next to Archie.

“What’d I miss in the film?” He asked, climbing up to sit next to you.  You looked at Archie, having no idea.

“Don’t look at me I wasn’t paying attention” He shook his head as he whispered.

“That’s alright, watching you two swallow tongue was entertainment enough for me” Kevin said, causing you to roll your eyes again.

“We didn’t even-”

“Don’t even bother” You said to Archie, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.  “It’s Kevin we’re talking about.  He only speaks dirty” Kevin winked at you, and seductively swiped his tongue over his top lip.  You rolled your eyes (again) and slapped his arm.  Then settled back against Archie.

There were probably still conversations to be had and questions to be discussed, but you could put that off till later.  You were far too comfortable where you were now to ruin it by talking.

But it was you and Archie.

How bad could it be?

This time, this time

This time, this time I ain’t gonna run, run, run, run…

Not this time, not this time


Request: Hi! So, I had this idea and I know I can count on you to write cause I love your writing! Here: Sirius&Reader have a 3yo daughter and she and Reader are drawning, then she gives him her draw. The next day they are supposed to visit the Potters and while his girls are there he left and when he is back he shows his new tattoo: his daughters draw in his arm. [+You dont need to put this: Reader’s name in his cheast (something little) and she does the same (just their names!)] Sorry & thank you!

Sirius was sitting at the end of the long dining table, working on a report which he brought home from his office. That was his least favourite part of his job - he enjoyed to be an auror, but writing long pages about what, when and where exactly happened was boring and more exhausting than being outside and chasing dark wizards all day. 

The soft giggles which came from the other side of the room made him to smiling into his work, not even realizing he scribbled down the same sentence twice in row. Forcing himself to concentrate, he realized his mistake, so with a deep sigh, he leaned back on the chair and loosen the collar of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves.

He could feel as his breaths slowing down and all of the stress and tension leaves him while he’s watching her, lying on her stomach in front of the fireplace on top of a fluffy rug, with their daughter next to her, sitting above a parchment. Colouring pencils and crumpled papers are scattered around them while his two girls are drawing; the smile of his wife and the laughs of his daughter melt his heart and fill it with some kind of joy that Sirius could never imagined he’d be able to feel. 

Her gaze met with his when she looks up. She doesn’t know when he abandoned his work and decided he’d rather just gazing them in silence, but she smiles back at him before she turns to her daughter, whispering something in her ear which made the little girl giggling.

Sirius narrows his eyes but the smile stays on his lips, wondering what the girls are up to. A couple minutes later he gets the answers when his little daughter suddenly jumps of from the ground and run over to him, clutching on a parchment.  

“Daddy! I made this for you!” - She yells while Sirius catches and lift her up. She sits on his knee and looking up at him while Sirius examining the parchment.

“A dog.” - He says in amusement, throwing a half glance at Y/N, who spoke up loudly when their eyes met. 

“A big, shaggy black dog with pink collar, do you like it?”

He looks back at his daughter. “It’s beautiful! Why haven’t you told me you’re an artist?”

She giggles and bury her face on her dad’s arm, murmuring “I’m an artist” before she jumps down and hurry back to continue her drawings.

“Sirius, we’re going to be late!” - Y/N said, standing in the hall while her daughter tries to open the door, because as always, she can’t wait to go somewhere. 

He runs down and stops in front of her, placing a hand on her arm. “Actually, I need to do something first. You just go, see you later.”

“What? Were are you going? Please, James will probably cry if you skip this.”

“It’s a surprise.” - He winks at her and press a kiss on her forehead before he’s already rushing back upstairs. - “Tell Prongs I love him too.”

They arrive back early on the afternoon, but Sirius still isn’t home - at least for another hour when the fire’s colour finally change, forecasting that somebody will come in the next seconds.

“Hello, love.” - He said, stepping out from the fireplace with a grin on his face. 

She raised her eyebrows. “I started to think you ran away.”

He growls, walking closer. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

“I hoped so.” - She closed the gap between them, placing a soft kiss on his lips. - “So, where have you been?”

He took a half step back before he starts to roll up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing the newest tattoo on him - a familiar picture of a dog with a pink collar.

She gasps and steps closer again, staring his arm for a second before she looks back up at him. “Sirius this is the sweetest thing, oh my god…”

“Do you like it?” - He asked in a low voice, cupping her cheek. 

“I love it!”

He kisses her again slowly, but stops when he hears the tiny footsteps on the wooden floor, which making him pull back and bend down, showing the tattoo to his daughter too. In the moment she realized what she saw, she took a loud, sharp breath in and widened her eyes before she quickly clutched her little arms around Sirius’ neck. “Do you like it honey?”

“Mhm.” - She mumbled, still not letting go of him. 

“I have another one for you.” - Sirius said after the little girl just fell asleep on the couch, turning to Y/N.

“Another what?” - She asks with a confused face, so he just quickly takes his t-shirt off. Y/N raises her eyebrows and stares his chest, trying to find anything new on the so familiar body when she finally sees her own name with tiny letters. - “You really want to make me cry today? This is so cute.” - She says, running her fingertips through his skin.

Sirius embraces her shoulder and pulling her closer, pressing a kiss on her temple. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” - She says, resting her head on his chest. - “Maybe I’ll do something too. Your name. Or the Canis Major? That’d be pretty.”

“Everything is pretty on you.” - He said. - “Or off you.”

She rolls her eyes and bit her lip, but can’t suppress the satisfied grin on her face as she sitting there with his arms arounds her, with their daughter sound asleep sweetly next to them.


*Secret Admirer* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Your writing is amazing! Could you do one where Newt and reader are best friends, but Newt is reader’s secret admirer? He leaves her notes and such, but one day reader catches him leaving a note for. No need to hurry though, I know you have lots of requests.

❋ Thank you ^_^ I hope you enjoy! This idea was super cute!!

Newt was never too good with words. Especially when it came to trying to express his emotions. He had kept a secret inside him for a while now and was starting to feel as if he were going to burst if he didn’t tell someone soon. 

Newt Scamander had feelings for someone. But it wasn’t just anybody… it was his best friend. You. The both of you met your first year at Hogwarts and after being sorted in to Hufflepuff together, became very close. Both of you were rather quiet and preferred to not be in large group settings. You tended to shy away from the crowd and that’s how you met.

You were now in your fifth year and there was so denying that Newt was smitten. He found himself smiling like a fool when you were near him or gazing off and staring at you from across the room when you were partnered with Louise in potions class. This, however, annoyed his partner, Matt, who would occasionally have to bring the Hufflepuff back with a slight nudge.

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Bruises (A Peter Pevensie Fanfiction)

WARNING: This story contains implied abuse. 

Also, these lovely gifs belong to @griffin-helps not me :)

The bruises on my wrists were the first thing he noticed. 

I was one of the maids for the wing where his study was located. It was very rare that I ever saw him, being it the household mistress always reminded us to clean quickly and make sure to be out before any of their majesties should decide to visit the room.

But there were always mistakes. 

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Fairy Tail Chapter 534 Review

Oh Boy this chapter…

We start with a cover page of Tower of Heaven. I really like it, I just wish that there was more a visual on the tower.

We open on Jellal who is fighting Acnologia in the air. Okay this Jellal hitting Acnologia I’m okay with. It’s believable that the force of his collision on solely Acnologia’s head while using meteor would actually do a little bit of damage.

But Acnologia shows off why you don’t fuck with Acnologia! Wait, you’re using a breath attack? Huh. Couldn’t you have used that earlier when chasing the pegasus.

Also on Christina, Anna struggles to open the ravines.

We cut to the guild hall where Zeref has turned the gates of Fairy Tail into the gates for Neo eclipse…. HOW! No seriously how? What was the point of the ravines of time? You can apparently just make a portal anywhere!

Oh so you do keep your memories from the previous time, okay. Thank you for not revealing that till now and letting us ponder f you can actually not just relive the same life over.

Cut to Magnolia… Ugh this scene.

So from Natsu’s damage the letters start changing but it’s okay, Lucy can rewrite them.

I hate this scene. I will defend Lucy having some skill in letter magic afterall we saw it in the daybreak arc where she broke the letter magic there. But here’s the thing, this is a fucking ancient magic for life that was crafted by the most powerful wizard in history and Lucy is able to rework it perfectly. There’s a difference between, “hey Lucy’s a writer” and re writing this ancient spell. This would actually make sense if Anna actually did this, after all she knew Zeref and comes from that time period. OR we could get Fairy Tail’s resident letter mage, Levy. The one who specializes in learning ancient language and writing, but nope lets just give it to Lucy.

We cut to the christina.

USELESS! YOU ANNA ARE THE MOST FUCKING USELESS CHARACTER HERE! Like seriously first she introduces the deus ex machina but not only that, she gets locked out of it and it’s not even her power to open it up! God you are waste of time.

With the Ravines Visible, Jellal Using Meteor says he’ll push Acnologia in. Umm okay I said I was okay with meteor being used on Acnologia’s head as it’s an area away from his bulk and can be targeted for damage, but here it looks like he’s going to strike him in his mid section. It took Giant Makarov and Igneel to actually push around Acnologia but now you’re telling me that this guy with only extreme speed is going to do it too?

We cut back to the guild where natsu is alive and well. Big shock.

Cut to Magnolia

Okay this last page. I’ve seen multiple reactions to this chapter and mostly it’s beern, “I was ok but oh man that last page is pretty tense”. And for me the this last page, just screws this chapter over from being average. This is horrible and let me also explain my problem with Lucy in this arc as well as this. This whole final arc Lucy has been nothing but a tool for other character development and none of here own.

Her with Brandish was understandable as it was a way of developing a new villain which is fine, but since then Lucy has been a tool for Natsu’s character. “Lucy be worried about Natsu, Lucy strip for Natsu to keep him alive, Lucy defend Natsu, Lucy pretend be dead so Natsu can go END, Lucy wax on about how Natsu is still Natsu, Lucy sit in this park and save Natsu’s life with rewriting. None of this is about her. People will argue that Lucy is a kind caring person so this all makes sense but Lucy is more than just emotional support.

But none of this about her, this is the last arc, the conclusion for her character. This is suppose to be all about her development but nothing this arc has focused on her development, but all she’s used for is nothing of what makes Lucy the character she was and that development: nothing about her, keys, her spirits, her family, her father, using a magic she doesn’t specialize in, and this is suppose to be her big character moment? Bull crap! I mean say what you want about devil slayer Gray and his whole END subplot, at least it was tied into his character and his development that came before hand, no matter how poorly executed. None of this is about Lucy.

Also here’s the thing, this would kinda be okay if Natsu and Lucy were a couple like Gajeel and Levy or Haru and Elie. While at times they can act as tool for the others development it made sense as that as a couple has been a part of their characters, but no. Lucy and Natsu aren’t a couple, they are their own characters, this isn’t about some arc they share together and right now none of this about Lucy.

So aside from that, it looks like a strange force is affecting Lucy. Now I’ve heard two theories, first is this is the curse of contradiction as Lucy brought Natsu back to life thus breaking Ankherseram’s law. And the other is Lucy’s body has the organic link transferred to her. Both of these again are just so unfair, I mean again Lucy is just becoming this tool for something that doesn’t involve her. “What will her bond take her?” Simple being being screwed over.

Post Chapter follow up: Well that was fast. Okay good stuff first Acnologia is once again proving how badass he is and Jellal is being useful.

Also unlike others, I’m not angry at Natsu being alive. I mean we knew the main character wasn’t going to die. So I’m not mad and I’m glad they didn’t drag it out.

Another good thing, is the pacing of the chapter, it really does handle the multiple threads well.

Cons now and there are a lot of them. First Zeref just being able to open the gates right there, I mean seriously what the hell. Also Anna is USELESS. I still predict she’ll get a pointless sacrifice but my god this woman can’t contribute anything.

That whole Lucy thing. People say Lucy doesn’t deserve this curse or whatever this is and I agree. Lucy doesn’t deserve any of this crap.

This chapter would’ve been average but that last page god…

Final Verdict: 3/10

  • Good Pacing
  • waste of characters
  • what the hell is going on at this point


This is NOT a Rant or Mad Raving. Just the FACTS…

I’m just gonna put this out there. What the hell show are some folk watching? Every week I read the reviews and recaps (both sides, great jobs) and I’m like… “Shut the front door!” Folk got that…from what I watched? Really?! And not just about John and Madi. Although, they are the sole focus of my Black Sails musings. It would be all I could do to just 👁👁 and keep my mouth 🤐. Okay, I’m not always successful at 🤐and today won’t be any different!! 🤣🤣😂Get comfy 🛌🛋

With all due respect, James McGraw aka James Flint is NOT, by any stretch of the imagination (and it has been stretched to unbelievable proportions), the protagonist in this show. He is very much the antagonist. Captain James Flint is not the hero. Not the kind, loving, innocent ginger being betrayed by his dastardly, low down, Pirate friends. James McGraw is the enemy. Period. No matter how you romanticize his actions, James McGraw aka Captain James Flint is a bad person. Harsh but true.

Let’s briefly recap. 1) James McGraw has an affair with a married man, Thomas. How many would be understanding of your wo/man having an affair? Thought so. Then why folk acting like this is ok? Oh, right. Fantasy not reality. So run with it. Thomas and James, their kisses were so adorable. So loving…and in front of Miranda (which had to hurt) and so wrong. *Let’s be very very clear… I give less than a darn that it was a gay relationship. What James McGraw and Thomas Hamilton did was wrong. Gay, straight or otherwise* There are consequences to actions, Thomas dies… 2) James McGraw is exiled…but strangely enough, has no trouble sleeping with the “love of his life’s”, wife. What the hell?! How is this acceptable? I totally get Miranda banging Flint. What better way to get back at the one who hurt you? Alive and/or dead. Make him love you. But Flint? What’s his excuse? Now, he loves her too…Get the Capital, bold and italicized “F” outta here!! And suddenly, James McGraw is the victim! 👉🏾No. His actions cause the death of 2 people. NOT the victim. 👈🏻

Miranda is the victim. She is the victim of her birth and of society’s demand that she stoically accept her husband’s dalliance. BUT, I get it. Without James’ anger and desire to kill everyone, there’d be no, “real” protagonist, John Silver. Yep, this is about John AND Madi. Okay. John……Madi too! ( I can’t help myself 😇). I digress. James McGraw, like everyone else, who chooses to hurt others, loves James and James McGraw, only. Interesting that folk just want to see him reunited with Thomas but not Miranda, when he loved both. Right?! Hmm?!! That supposedly loving threesome seems shadier when viewed in this manner. Poor Miranda.

Flint kills supporters/allies when their usefulness is at a predetermined end. Bad guy! The average, sane, individual, doesn’t kill their friends or people who help them along the way. Especially, after they pull your ginger arse from a tight crack. It boggles the mind that folk are mad at Billy for wanting to kill Flint. Hell-oooo! Billy lied FOR Flint (that was a blank sheet of paper) and once Billy had knowledge from Miranda, he “accidentally” falls overboard?! You bet your sweet tail feathers I’d be gunning for Flint, if given a chance to get revenge. Billy is now being seen as irrational and jeopardizing the lives of others! Can you say… WTF?! Hellloooo!! Flint. Tried. To. Kill. Billy. And as a result Billy. Was. Tortured!!! Nuff said. I’d be off center too. Psst! This IS rational behavior. What isn’t sane, is expecting a person who WAS BETRAYED and almost killed, to be okay with it. Wait, I hear folk defending Flint. Nope, he is at the root or cause of Billy’s madness. John plays a part in this too; although, unwittingly. I can understand Billy’s shock, at John’s changed behavior, upon his return. Billy was used to speaking and thinking of Flint in a certain light and having John’s support. I suspect a bit of a mancrush on Billy’s part. Why else would he build up the legend of Long John Silver? Crushing all the way! Billy didn’t have the benefit of witnessing, up close, John’s transformation due to Madi’s love and falling over board. Now that’s a parallel for you. Both men went into the water and came back changed men. Now, when Billy speaks words of caution. John perceived them as the usual, until Madi’s name is mentioned, then it’s a threat! Not sound advice, as it is. Which, is why Billy goes after Madi. John sided with Flint. He is now the enemy. In addition, its a logical step for Billy. Dang it! I went off the rails!! Choo choo! I could go on, and I will.

Next is John. Yep, Flint was going to KILL him. You and I both know this to be fact. Flint’s plans haven’t changed. If, John didn’t have the foresight of burning that page. He’d be Dead. DEAD. DEAD.☠️☠️☠️☠️ But never mind, folk would rewrite fact and believe, Flint’s in looooovvvveee with Silver now, they’re friends. Flint wouldn’t dream of harming a hair on Silver’s head. They’re friends to the bitter end. That’s not true. I believe people misunderstood Silver and Flint’s conversation: Silver: “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t “considered” killing you in months.“
Flint: “A little bit.” Flint isn’t comforted by this admission because Silver didn’t say he hadn’t thought of killing Flint. He just had considered it necessary…lately. Totally different meaning.

John KNOWS Flint will kill him in a heart beat. Still!! Of this we can never doubt. Flint’s original goal was to get the gold and make people pay for making him cry. This is another reason why Silver is an emotional wreck. He is being forced to play the cards, he helped stack but Billy shuffled and Madi cut. He is committed to Flint, because he needs Flint to win the war, because he promised Queen Mother. He is committed to Madi because he is COMMITTED to Madi. Heart and Soul and by association, the Maroon People. Remember how he lost strength when he learned of her death. She causes a visceral reaction in him. It’s internal and eternal. Can you logically surmise, Silver not waging war on anyone who threatens. Endangers or touches Madi.

I’ll admit, Flint appears innocent of all wrong doing at this point but that is how evil and sociopaths work (I said it, and yes, I do have a degree in psychology). They manipulate you to unwillingly (or unknowingly) do their dirty work. Like you do the work setting up the dominoes for a big event but Flint "accidentally” trips you, knocking over the first domino, setting off the chain reaction. All you can do is watch the untimely destruction. Don’t believe me? All the folk fighting on Flint’s War, how many did he actually recruit? I’ll wait. Few/None. He approached Eleanor, who made sure he didn’t…wait for it…kill Silver! But he manipulated Gates. Then Billy, then Silver, who then approach Queen Mother, see a pattern? Flint is a charismatic devil. Literally. I could go on but I won’t. Flint has to die, like any antagonist should. It’s just a matter of who, where and how? We already know the why. Don’t mess with Madi!! Don’t mess with John!

To be really real. I wished Hands had laid hands on John’s head again and got him to ask the questions he shoulda asked when Flint gave him bad intel. (You had one job!) Ya know, before he absolved Flint of blame. Like. Did you see her body? Did you attempt to enter the burning building? Then how can you say, with certainty she is dead? What are you doing here?! Telling me lies?! I saw Flint trying to be the first to deliver the bad news. That is all. Lip service. Okay, okay. Too much. Bad Woo! But I will not apologize because it’s true. Yep, bad guy. No hero here.

To wrap this up! Finally!! John has grown as a leader and a man. He hasn’t changed who he is in essence. He has never wanted to fight Flint’s war. However, he was willing, for HIS PORTION, of the gold, only. Not, to defeat a nation…until Madi. Flint wants ALL of the gold and everyone dead. Flint hasn’t changed. He has adapted because it benefits him to do so. He’s saying and doing the right things, right now. However, Flint will once again reveal his true colors. That’s some really, really, real shite right there. Write it down.

Back to John. John has always been willing to kill Flint. Which bothered/upset him, when he believed (not really) they were friends. He just didn’t see the need to…at that time, they were successful in their endeavors. Now, there’s a need and he has tasted the bitter fruit of “darkness” and liked it! John is no longer fighting the thought of ending Flint when it comes to Madi. No doubt whatsoever. John is back to where he started, when plotting next moves against Flint. Nothing has really changed. Neither has Flint. You betray a friend. John and Flint were never friends. They both know this and we should too, if we’re watching the same show. ~PitchingWoo™.

TransMarcoWeek, Day 1: Realization/Coming Out

I’m writing stuff for every day of TransMarcoWeek!! Yay! She’s so lovely and I love her so much and she deserves all sorts of writing. I’m going to be writing a little fic for each day of this week, tagging with #transmarcoweek, and either skipping or changing Day 3 because I can’t draw or edit screencaps lol.
(Also, until she realizes she’s trans, I use “they” pronouns for her)


Marco blinked slowly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“Hey Marco, whatcha doin’-?” Star came bounding in, pausing when she saw them. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Huh?” Marco turned to look at her and realized there were tears streaking his face. “N-no, yeah, I’m fine, are, um. Are YOU okay?”

“What are you looking at?” Star asked, peering around his shoulder.

“N-nothing, it doesn’t matter,” they laughed, forcing a smile as they reached to turn off their monitor.

“Marco… “ They winced, finger paused above the monitor’s button. “What is this?”

“It’s…” they sighed, defeated. “Okay, so sometimes I go on the message board for the company that produces my Princess Marco stuff and look through the stuff people say, cuz… I dunno, it makes me feel really good, I guess.”

“What kinds of stuff?” Star asked, pulling a chair up next to theirs.

“I… I don’t know,” they blushed, tugging at their neckline. “Just, like, how… inspirational Princess Marco is and stuff.”

“How inspirational YOU are,” Star corrected, poking his nose. “You ARE Princess Marco.”

“But, I mean…” they paused, sighing loudly. “It’s not like I COULD be a princess, you know? Like, I mean, I’d love to be princess, or even queen, but I’m-” They paused, seeing Star reading the comment thread Marco had pulled up.

“Who is Princess Marco?” the topic line read. “I’ve come to deduce that there ARE no more princesses in the Earth dimension, or there haven’t been for a long time,” the post read. “Whoever this is OBVIOUSLY isn’t an Earth princess, and from what I’ve heard, may not be a GIRL at ALL. Deep voice, masculine build - this is obviously some guy masquerading as a girl and trying to infiltrate OUR space as princesses!” Marco bit their lip, feeling tears well up, having read it again.

“Marco…” Star said softly, resting her hand on their arm. Marco took the mouse and scrolled down a bit, to reveal the dozens of comments below.

“Um, who cares?” the first comment read. “She’s way more of a princess than you, you judgemental hag.”

“My dimension doesn’t even HAVE genders, so Princess Marco is a princess if she wants to be!” read another.

“We love you Princess Marco! Screw all the haters, you’re beautiful and inspired me to be a princess just like you!”

“Is this why you were crying?” Star asked, cocking her head.

“I guess,” Marco chuckled, wiping their eyes again, more tears having streaked their face. “I- I mean… the first post is right, you know? I can’t be a princess, I’m not… a girl. I’m an imposter.” Star puffed, her cheeks flushed.

“Marco, first of all, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”


“Look at this,” she said, pulling up the site’s shop page, navigating to the Princess Marco section. “Look at this princess on this gorgeous looking bed spread. Who does it look like?”

“…w-well, me-”

“All that’s changed here is a ponytail and a dress,” she reiterated. “AND, oh, let’s go and buy one.” She clicked the button and it went gray, displaying “Out of Stock”. “Marco, look. All of your products are FLYING off the shelves. Princesses look up to you, you’re beautiful!” Marco felt more tears flowing and nodded, choking back a sob. Star frowned and threw her arms around your neck.

“W-what about J-Jackie?” Marco sobbed into Star’s shoulder. “I-if I’m a girl, can I still like her? W-will she still like me?”

“Of course you can,” Star nodded, pulling Marco to arm’s length to look her in the eyes. “And of course she will. If not, she’s not good enough for you anyway,” Star smiled, brushing Marco’s hair from her eyes. “Are you a girl, Marco?” Marco smiled, still teary-eyed, and nodded firmly. “Then you’re a girl. As simple as that.” Star hugged her tight, pulling her close as she wept softly, stroking her hair. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“How am I gonna tell my parents?” she asked, muffled by Star’s clothes.

“They were fine when Heinous came by, calling you a princess and stuff,” Star shrugged. “Didn’t correct her once. Maybe they figured she knew you better than they did, with all the magic stuff you’ve been doing.” Marco bit her lip and nodded. “You should just be open with them. They’ll understand. They’re like, the coolest parents ever.” She looked up and Star grinned down at her.

“Th-thank you, Star…”

“Don’t thank me, you big nerd,” Star smiled, pulling the weepy girl from her chest. “Now go tell your parents!” She nodded, grinning and wiping her eyes, armed with the new and powerful realization. She WAS Princess Marco.

Where’s Harry?

Pairing: Harry X Reader

Prompt: Ron is sent to get some notes for Hermione, but instead finds himself in a very awkward predicament. 

Warnings: None

A/N: I tried to do what I could with this prompt. Feedback appreciated!

Originally posted by potters-broomstick

Ron was used to his schedule at Hogwarts. Wake up, breakfast, classes, Harry and Hermione, and all that usual stuff. It was the kind of normalcy he learned to appreciate since You-Know-Who could pop up and stir up trouble at the drop of a wand. Of course with the usual shenanigans came a lot of work. Lots and lots of homework. 

“Ron, where is it?” Hermione snapped her fingers in front of him.
“What?” Ron was rushed back to reality. The chatter of the Great Hall filtered back into his ears. Hermione was giving him an un-amused look. “What?” He asked again.

“My notes from Potions yesterday? You borrowed them and said that you’d have it returned by today,” Hermione reminded him. 

Ron thought for a moment and sighed. “I left them upstairs in the dorms. I could go get it now if you want.” Ron stood up. He was slightly annoyed that he forgot. After all, climbing all those steps before dinner was such a tiresome activity. 

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A Complicated Slumber - Jughead x Reader


@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

A new story idea I came up with. Let me know if you guys want another part.

Warnings: None yet but will go into physical parental abuse. Do not read if easily triggered.

Music while writing: The Thermals “Now We Can See”. David Bowie “Heroes”. The Black Keys “Tighten Up”. Glen Hansard “Say it to me Now”. - takes me a while to write guys.

*Tap Tap Tap*

The noise scared you and made you jump. The small light next to your bed was still on, and you decided to see what was at your window.

“Juggie? What the hell?”, your voice was in a soft whisper but maintained shock behind it nonetheless.

You opened the window as the brooding boy carefully and quietly came in - while almost tripping on a curtain.

“You have to be quiet…if my Dad finds out…well I’m dead. And I mean that literally”, he gave a nod but your recent friendship had taught you enough about his facial emotions. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I sleep here tonight?”. His voice was hushed, almost cracking as he asked.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Do u write fics? I was thinking about 707’s route and I love fics about the time MC and him were in the apartment, I love all that tension! I was wondering if I could get a fic where MC has a douche ex-boyfriend who keeps calling her and she is very uncomfortable, Seven notices and wants to help, but he’s trying to stay away from her and all that. What do u think?

Hello! I never tried writing fics because, tbh, my english is not that good and my vocabulary is a little limited, so I’m always worried it’ll come out poorly written. However… one of the reasons I started writing was to improve my English after all, and yeah, I’m also a sucker for the tension between MC and Saeyoung in Rika’s apartment, not gonna lie. So… I’ll try and let’s see how it goes?

FIC: MC and Seven dealling with MC’s abusive ex-boyfriend

TW: Contain mentionings about abusive behavior

He was calling for the fifth time now, jeez, couldn’t he get the hint? You didn’t want to talk with him, you even avoided talking about him with your friends ever since the break-up. It’s been 2 and a half weeks, the first one was pure hell, you felt guilty, you wanted to apologize and try to understand his side.  You must have done something wrong, you didn’t give him enough attention, enough love? That’s why he cheated on you? And the way you took revenge on him… oh my god, you were so cruel! Locking him outside the apartment only in his underwear? Did you really need to lower yourself to this level?

Then, you downloaded a weird app and were led to this apartment. Being in some strangers’ place didn’t seem the best idea at first, but it really surprised you how much this situation helped you resist the urge of swallowing your pride and crawling to him to apologize for something you were right from the beginning. And things got even clearer in your head when you started chatting with those really interesting people, specially the redhead one.

He was easy to talk, he was able to get your weird jokes (your ex would just scold you for saying nonsense) and he sounded so caring and sweet in a very unique way. Even now, when he was sharing the apartment with you, being rude and distant, you could still see how much he was worried about you, he wasn’t being mean or trying to nag you just to make you feel insecure about yourself and run to him, you know, like those gross pick-up artists do, like your ex boyfriend did.

You didn’t have much time to think about him, you were trapped with a bomb and another guy who was struggling with so many problems in his life, your break-up seemed … futile. But it probably wasn’t futile for your ex, so he kept calling over and over. And you didn’t want to pick up, you didn’t want to listen to any shitty excuse he could possibly come up with, and, most important, you didn’t want Seven to hear you.

Seven noticed you were tense that day, generally you were always bubbly and talked a lot even when he didn’t answer. Today you were pacing back and forth in the bedroom, and he couldn’t remind the last time you actually said something to him. Did you finally understand you had to keep your distance from him? Well, that was a relief… wasn’t it?

But why such a sudden change? This was nothing like you… being tense and quiet, not trying to make him eat with you or just hang with you a little, were you finally done? This was the right thing, but… why was he feeling empty? He was… missing your attention? Missing you?

“Hey” he went to you in the bedroom. You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice him at first. “MC?”

“Y-yes, do you need something, Seven?”

“No, I was… just checking if you were awake.”

“Well, I am. Something else?” you didn’t mean to be rude, but it came out that way, you were sooo tense.

“Oh no… sorry to bother you, it won’t happen again. Just… go eat something.”

“ Yeah, yeah” you didn’t even look at him, you were staring at your phone, texting one of your friends and trying to ask her to talk to your ex for him to leave you alone. You felt so bad for not dealing with your own shit, but you really didn’t want Seven listening to this, seeing how pathetic you are over this guy.

“So, go now, MC. Don’t skip your meals just beca…”

“Just because you are, yeah, yeah, I know, you’ve already told me that.” You interrupted him and went to the kitchen. Seven was puzzled, this was nothing like you at all, so he followed you to the kitchen. “C-Can I help you, Seven?” his golden eyes were analyzing you, could he actually see right through you?

“I’ll just eat with you, I mean, I’ll just sit and eat while you are eating too.“

“Alright”.  Now he was scared, did he cross some line? That’s why you sounded so mad?

That was an awkward meal, both of you staring your food, he gave quick glances to you, you looked so worried… and then you looked scared when you heard your phone ringing in the bedroom. You ran like a bolt, turned it off and went back to the kitchen,  gasping and shaking a little. Okay, this was hella suspicious!

“MC, are you okay?”

“Sure.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you care, Seven? You said yourself that nothing concerning how I feel was of your business!” Oh shit! You immediately regretted your words.

“Yes, but… you look all tense and worried, it’s because of the bomb? I already changed the algorithm, so don’t worry.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“But you’re not! The way you ran to your phone just now…” And something clicked into his mind. “Wait! Is… my brother calling you?”

“What? No! No, of course not! I would… I would tell you right away if he did, Seven!” now you were staring at him, he could tell you were not lying.

“So what is it? Is Jumin trying to pressure you to reveal the address?”

“No! It’s nothing about RFA, I-I swear! It’s personal…but it’s no big deal, I’m already on it and… well, not as if you cared, right?” You had to stop talking about this before he found out.

“Yes, of course… sorry to be nosy.” He looked down, and just when you thought it was over, he quickly grabbed your phone, you were shocked. “Hey! What-what are you doing?”

“Something is off with you! And I… hate to see you like this, I… can’t focus if something’s wrong with you…”

“But you can’t just take my phone like this!”

“Well, I hacked into it once, right? I can do it again, at least I’m doing this in front of you”

“Seven, please, don’t…” you felt your voice breaking as he unlocked the phone “Trust me and let it go…”

“Who’s this guy and why did he call you the whole day?” He thought and remembered this name in your background check, he used to be your boyfriend. “Oh… I get it now.”

“Seven…” you felt warm tears roll down in your face. “It’s not what you thinking… it’s…”

“You broke up a couple weeks before you joined the RFA, right? I saw you changed the status on your fb page… Is he bothering you?”

“I’m already on it, don’t worry.”

“It seems to me you’re just avoiding him. Is he bothering you?”

You didn’t have to answer, the phone started ringing again, your eyes widened and you kept looking to Seven, nodding negatively for him to not pick up.

“Hello?” but he picked up.

“Huh? Who’s this? Where’s MC?”

“MC is very busy right now, would you like to leave a message?” he was talking like a secretary, you’d definitely be laughing if this wasn’t such an awful situation.

“Who are you, dude?”

“I’m MC’s personal concierge, sir. What can I do for you?” Seven put the call on speaker so you could hear it too.

“Huh? Personal what? Are you her new boyfriend? I knew that bitch was on to something when she disappeared, God…” you felt your breath stop, that tone was so familiar, but he never called you a bitch, at least not to your face.

“Now, sir, this is not very polite, is it? If you don’t have anything meaningful to say, I’ll just…”

“Tell that slut that she got some nerves making me look like a fool in front of the entire neighborhood. And bouncing to another dick already… god, my friends warned about her.”

“Well, your friends should’ve warned you about never talking about a lady like this. Since they didn’t, I am warning you. Oh, I’m also warning you if you keep bothering her, I’ll dig up your whole life and make it a living hell, you got me?”

“Are you threatening me? You a gangsta or what? What is this bitch doing with her life?”

“Okay, that’s it!” Seven went to his computer, typed something really fast. You kept watching this whole scene as if it wasn’t happening to you, like you were an outsider seeing the man you once loved showing his ugliest side to the man you love now. Everything was so confusing. “Oh, I see here you have very strong opinions about immigrants and refugees, right, sir? And you also enjoy pick up artists forums… I wonder if the company you work for share these values,  wouldn’t be interesting sending your internet history to your boss?”

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Oh, and those photos of you in underwear on the street… priceless! What could I do to those? A lot is coming to my mind…”

“Stop, dude! Or I’ll”

“Or you’ll leave MC alone and never look for her again, right? Or else I’ll leak everything in a matter of seconds. MC is a smart, adorable and amazing woman, and you don’t even deserve a chance to apologize to her so just get lost! Take this as an opportunity to learn how to respect women, your asshole! Now, if you’ll excuse me, MC’s gonna bounce to a dick, apparently.” He hang up, and your mouth was fully open in a shocked state. “That will keep him away, ok? Don’t worry anymore.”

“Seven…” what could you possibly say right now? Seven was so scary, and yet so… interesting and a little funny to watch, your ex’s voice getting lower like a whisper, you could feel him breaking and realizing he had nowhere to hide, no threats to make, no way to make you feel powerless and fragile. And this man in front of you… oh God! You loved his strength, his fierceness, the way he could make you feel like this amazing woman, how he would fight for you even when he has so many problems right now… you loved him so much!

Telling him right now would be so inappropriate, right? You wanted to rush over him, give him the tightest hug and kiss him till he could feel all your passion and desire for him. But you couldn’t, so you came closer to him, gave him a quick and innocent kiss in his cheek and whispered a “thank you”, then you just leaned your head on his chest.

He hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat speeding up, at least you couldn’t see him blushing. He wanted to pull you for a hug, but he knew how you would understand that, he didn’t deserve you or your kindness… protecting you from awful men like that was the only thing he could do, but if you could see how awful he was himself… you wouldn’t be here so close like that, resting your head oh him, showing your most brilliant side to him, he didn’t deserve your brilliant side at all… so he awkwardly gave you two pats on your back.

“Be careful of men from now on, I won’t be here to help you forever.” And he pulled you away from him, resisting the needing of look deeply into your eyes.

“I will.” And you headed to the bedroom.

“Hey, MC?”

“Yes, Seven?”

“Did you really lock him outside your building on his underwear?”

“Yes, I did. So watch out! Try not to get on my bad side too much, okay?”

And you turned your back on him. If only you two could see how much you both were smiling right now…


By Indiana

Characters:  Jonathan Crane

Synopsis:  Evil is a choice.


There was once a boy with a monster beneath his bed.

The monster was cold, and dark, and he knew not its intentions; he knew only it had appeared one night when he arrived at home and it had not left.

He feared it, as he feared all things, and so he made no motions against it.  He slept o'ertop of it and it slept below him, and it came to be nearly comforting, as is a nightmare one has seen so many times one knows it through from beginning to end.

The boy climbed into bed one night and his eyes were awash with tears; from its cold and ebony corner the monster asked in a gentle and cloying whisper, “Child, why do you cry?”

The boy startled and pressed his trembling back against the post, and his lips spread open but he did not speak.

“Tell me, child,” the monster said, more gently and more cloying than before, “why do you cry?”

The boy was a-feared and shook his head, and his knees were drawn by clasping fingers to his thin chest.  And again he did not answer.

“Fear me not,” the monster said, “for I wish only to help.  Tell me, child: why do you cry?”

Well, this did not change much, for none had offered to aid this boy before and so he was distrustful.  But he sniffled and ran his fingers beneath his eyes and answered, “I cry because the children at school tease me.”

“That is unkind,” the monster said.  “What have you done to deserve as such, my child?”

“I have done nothing,” the boy answered.  “They tease because my limbs are too thin and too long and too clumsy.”

“Ah, but they are wrong to tease,” the monster said to him, “for do you know what your future holds?”

“I do not,” the boy answered, and he did not want to know but he was too afraid of not knowing.

“Your limbs are thin so that you may move with ease, my child.  And they are long so that when you are older you may look down upon all those who belong below you.  And you shall learn grace, when the time comes, ah, they will speak of your firm steps and your raised head!”

That all sounded wonderful to the boy, and he released his knees and leaned forward, and his hand trembled against the crumpled blanket.  His voice was small and craven as he asked, “Can that be true?”

“It can be,” the monster soothed, “if you wish it.”


Every night when the boy came home, the monster rested patiently; sometimes it spoke and sometimes it did not.  Upon a night when he lay crumpled beneath the blanket and his mind would not come to rest, he whispered, “Are you there?”

“I am always here,” the monster soothed.  “What is it, child?”

“The children tease again,” the boy said, his voice timorous and hesitant, “and I can see no better future in it.”

“In what, my child?” the monster asked.

“They tell me I am ugly,” the boy answered, and his fingers clutched tight the blanket and his toes curled into each other.  “There can be nothing good in the future about that!”

“Oh, but there is,” the monster said assuredly.  “You shall know their true intentions without deceit, my child.  Others who are more sightly than you shall fall victim to those who care only for their looks, but you! you are luckier than you know, for idle flattery will never beguile you.  Your face does not hide what you are within, as so many do, and you may know now that a pretty face serves only to hide the ugliness behind it.  Beauty is a trap that shall not befall you.”

The words were reassuring, and settled his spirits, and the boy closed his eyes and slept.


There came a night when he was a little older, and he sat at a desk of splinters with his stained textbook lit by a bulb muted beneath a spotted shade.  The words before him held no meaning, for his mind was troubled.  And as always he did at such times, he asked, “Are you there?”

“Indeed I am,” the monster said.  “What is it?”

“I have no one to call my friend,” the boy answered.  “I have no one to do projects with, or with whom to trade notes, or to laugh and talk with.”

“Oh, how lucky you are!” the monster said.  “For there is little use in friends, my child.  A friend is only a person who sees in you what they lack in themselves, and if you were to have one it would be you who was lacking.  No, you need not friends, my child, for you are more than enough for yourself.  What you cannot yet do you shall soon learn.”

The boy folded together his hands and regarded the shadows on the wall, and he felt the truth of it.  And when he looked again at the page in front of him, it promised he could continue on unaided.


When he was a little older there came an eve where he returned home dejected, and his bag thudded to the floor as he set onto his bed with his face behind his hands.  And he felt the cold touch of the monster beneath him, and it asked,

“What is it, my child?”

“There was something at school I wished to attend,” the boy answered.  “I asked a fair lady if she would accompany me.  She agreed to do so, but when we arrived I discovered it was all in deceit! for when we arrived there she abandoned me and left me to find only teasing and ridicule.  I cannot go back.  I cannot face any of it again.”

“You can!” the monster snapped, and for the first time since he was very young the boy was a-feared of it.  He drew forth his face from his hands and asked,


“You shall do as I’ve told you.  You shall return with your head high to look down upon them, for they are below you.  You shall walk firmly and with grace, and you will do no such foolish thing again.  A woman is worse than a friend could ever be, for a woman will try to mold you as her own.  She will never take you as you are, and she will say you are not good enough, but know this: you need heed the words of no one.  You are greater than any woman could ever cause you to be.”

“But will I not be lonely, with no one to share my life with?” the boy asked. 

“People try only to cause change,” the monster said.  “You will find you have shared too much of yourself before too long, given too much to them in return for too little, and you will know where you misstepped but you will be unable to go back.”

This was an answer of which he was unsure, but he knew not how to verify.  And yet he did not like the thought of fracturing himself, piece by piece, for the sake of some other.  No, he would find comfort in his own company.  Better that he had the advantage rather than any other.


He grew older, and needed the advice of the monster less and less, for he was coming to know the answers to any questions he may have had.  Still it stayed with him when he moved into a new room in a new state, where he set upon the beginnings of his adult life.  He returned to his room upon the conclusion of class and sat upon his bed, and his fingers were woven together and his eyes pensive.  Finally, he ventured, “Are you there?”

“What is it, my child?” the monster asked.

“I fear I will be unable to complete my degree,” the boy said, “for I cannot find a professor willing to work with me.  When I show my work to them they ridicule me and call me a fool.”

“Then you must make them,” the monster said. 

“And how am I to do so?”

“Think back to your youth,” the monster advised.  “When someone aimed to direct your actions, what would they do?”

“They would inspire fear in me,” the boy answered.  “Am I to make a professor work with me out of fear?”

The monster needed not answer, for he had already risen to regard some manner of papers on his desk: his work, consisting of many countless hours of research on that emotion which had plagued his youth.  All to whom he had shown this had scorned him, had waved him off and said there was no practical application with which his formulae to induce fear could be used… but it seemed there was.


The years wound on and the boy became a man, fully, and there came a night when he returned home with his spirits asunder.  He set upon the chair before his desk, and he thought and he thought.  Finally, he said, “Are you there?”

“What is it, my child?” the monster asked, and the man wove his fingers together and said,

“I have taken action upon some who have wronged me.   I had had enough of their ridicule and their whispers and their disrespect, and as they did not seem to know the truth of me I showed it to them.”

“As you should have,” the monster soothed.

“I came upon something I did not expect,” the man continued, and his shoulders were hunched together and his knees pressed against each other.  “You see, in revealing to them the truth of me I realised it was the first time I had seen it myself.”

“And what did you see?” the monster asked.

“I saw that I am more than I allow myself to be,” the man answered.  “You see, continuing my work will always be a struggle, a battle against those who do not understand it.  I may spend my life fighting a great deal and end up with very little.”

“And what will you do?”

“I will become something others are afraid to be, and I will admit a truth others are afraid to speak of themselves,” the man said.  “I will become the force God or nature intended me to be.  I shall not hide from it anymore.”

“Then go forth,” the monster said, “and show yourself who you are.”

And the man nodded to himself and stood.



There came an evening when the man stood in front of a pane of glass, adjusting his clothes as he put them on for the first time.  The dusky reflection of his visage showed no expression, and he was glad, for he preferred when none could read his face.  One could not prevent what they could not see.

He fingered the limp and roughened brim of a hat woven of straw, and as always there was that coldness that had come when he was a boy and had never left.  Indeed, as the long years had gone by it had only grown, had only enveloped, had only settled, and he had come to welcome it.  Sometimes it filled the emptiness he knew not otherwise how to fill.

“It has been a great many long years,” the man said, and his voice was now calm and level and wise.  “You are a presence I have known without fail, and yet you stand always behind me, within my shadow.  I need not your advice anymore, for I know now how to care for myself, and yet I have one further question to ask of you.”

“Ask you may,” the monster said, “though you have become clever and I believe the answer already known to you.”

“Perhaps,” the man said.  “But I am a man of science, and such men must hear their answers in full for theories are easily quashed.”

The hat he now laid aside for a bundle of rough cloth that bristled against his skin when he touched it, and upon it he ran one questing thumb, back and forth and back and forth.  It was nothing just now, but once he took it up the way he meant to, it would become his face.  If not that it already was.

“Tell me,” the man said. “I have taken heed of your whisper for lo these years, and know as well as your voice I do the feel of you.  But I have not yet looked upon your face.  Why should that be?”

“Ah, but you look upon it now,” the monster purred.  “I am there now, in the slant of your brow.  I am in the downward curl of your mouth, and in the pointedness of your tongue, and in the cunning always present in your eye.  I have been there always.  You have seen me always.”

The man nodded slowly, for the answer was as he had expected.  The divide between them was not so great, and he had known for some time now.  There came no thought to turn back; he had interest now only in moving further down the path he had chosen.

“Once you don the shroud,” the monster whispered, “you shall breathe me in.”

He looked down at it, and the ragged face he had torn upon it, and he knew that the monster lived there too, inside of that dark interior.  And he did not mind.  That was as it should be.

And it was as it should have been, too, as he pulled it down over his hair and it pressed against his face, and when he had become accustomed to the feel of it he took up the hat in one scarred hand and set off down the road.



Author’s note

This is not about Jonathan having a split personality from Scarecrow.  This is about the times when we are wronged and we make the wrong choice because it feels better for now.  And in the future we discover the choice was wrong and we then have to decide whether to continue on as such or to learn better.  You can’t fight evil with evil without being evil yourself.  And when we do bad things, sometimes we blame them on others, or extenuating circumstances, but in the end one day we have to ask what the cause of those decisions really was and the only true answer is that we decided to act that way.  And so the monster Jonathan was listening to was all along himself.  The monster was his shadow self, the true self he let linger behind him as he pretended to be like everyone else, and when he accepts what he is he becomes his own shadow.

The Scrapbook // An Eric Harris Imagine

I’m so sorry, this is not as good as it could be at all. It’s been a very tricky few days and I’ve had to keep leaving and coming back to this imagine, writing it in whatever spare time I could find - so if it comes off as a little disjointed that’s the reason. Also, it’s my shortest imagine yet. I feel so sorry for the anon who requested this. I’ll be better next time!!


Eric turned his face away from the bright blazing screen of the computer. He’d just won another game of Doom, and was feeling especially proud of himself – but tiredness was upon him, and he knew it was time to log out. His mouth opened to say something to you, to tell you about his most recent victory, but before he could he found you lying flat-out, asleep on his bed. You hadn’t even crawled under the covers, waiting patiently for him to finish his game.

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Midnight Coffee

Jasmine Cephas Jones x Fem!Reader
Words: 1760

well hello there. surprised to see me writing again? so am i honestly.

i got a keyboard the other day and all i’ve been doing is playing it and crying when the pedal misbehaves (the keyboard ends up sustaining by itself and the pedal stops the sustain which is the wrong way around)

but anyway. i’ve had a bit of writers block and i’ve had a lot going on in my life. i’m horrible at all of my subjects, i feel pretty isolated at school and on here and i kinda just gave up for a little while.

tonight, i just started writing. this was going to be an anthony x reader or a daveed x reader but i never have written a jasmine x reader. i suppose this could be day 6 of the hamwriters challenge (that i never did finish oops)

i’ll finish my speech now because i really wanna watch this episode of legion and then maybe (probably not) get some sleep. i hope you all enjoy this!

requests are open or if you wanna chat or something, you can message me. I love you all

ps. i really love dan stevens wow what a man 


Originally posted by janthony-marriage-watch


It was late one Sunday night when you first met Jasmine.

You were sitting in your tiny apartment with its paper thin walls and it’s horrible acoustics as you tried to finish a song. You knew the song needed to be finished by midnight at the latest for it to be counted towards your grade, but you also knew that your current writer’s block may have been the worst ever.

The task was simple and one you had completed many times before, but when you sat down at your keyboard, you felt nothing. There wasn’t a melody in your head besides “Careless Whisper”, the song your ex had played a cover of in class today.

He had dedicated it to you, which made you roll your eyes once again. He really hadn’t clicked on to the fact that you weren’t interested in him, nor any other guy on the planet. Alas, your parents seemed to have a hatred for people in the LGBTQ+ community that you just couldn’t explain. You weren’t sure what it was, but whenever they saw a same sex couple in public, they would turn their noses.

You knew you weren’t coming out anytime soon. You still hadn’t found the right person, so what was the point anyway?

You sighed when you realised your mind had drifted again, turning your attention back to the blank page on your music stand. It looked like someone had taken a scan of your brain and printed it out onto paper… you had nothing, the page had nothing, it was a match made in heaven.

A three minute song couldn’t be that hard to write, right? You usually smashed out five minute songs in about an hour when you didn’t need to. But now that there was criteria, that people were judging you… you simply didn’t know what to do.

About another hour passed of changing the direction of your stare from the tree outside your window and back to the sheet music when you decided you had finally had enough. “For fuck’s sake! I’m never getting this done!” You exclaimed, picking up your music stand and throwing it at the wall out of frustration.

A cloud of dirt filled the air as the music stand went through the wall you shared with your neighbour. You gasped, staring at the hole in shock. You hadn’t thrown it that hard, had you? Maybe you had… how the hell were you supposed to cover this up? Or pay for the damage you had caused?

You pulled the music stand out of the wall, glancing through the wall at the nicely decorated apartment. You had never met your neighbours, but from the loud rap music you often heard some nights, you had assumed they were thugs.

The door in the apartment swung open to reveal a young girl with short hair. You gasped, looking around anxiously before bolting and sitting down at your keyboard. You acted natural, biting down hard on your lip as the girl stepped forward and inspected the wall.

“Still haven’t gotten that song done?”

Your eyes widened. You looked up from where you were pretending to play, a red blush coating your cheeks. “U-Uh what?” You replied, resting your elbow on one of the keys and jumping when a low note was played. You fell backwards off the chair, groaning and closing your eyes in embarrassment.

The girl in the opposite apartment giggled. “Is your door open? I’ve heard the other originals you’ve written and I think I could help create something similar. Your assignment’s due tomorrow, right?” She asked.

You looked at her in confusion, having no words for the extraordinary girl. You had never seen anyone like her before… she was beautiful, kind and she didn’t seem angry about the wall. In fact, she hadn’t even mentioned it yet. That had to be something good, right?

Letting out a long sigh, you laid on the floor and watched as the girl disappeared, your head snapping to your door as she walked into your apartment.

“I’m Jasmine by the way, and you might want to consider locking your door. There are some weird people around here,” she stated, holding out her finely manicured hand and helping you up from where you laid on the ground.

“(Y/N). I’m (Y/N),” you said, sitting back down on your chair. “Now, would you mind telling me how you know so much about my assignment? And so much about me?”

Jasmine’s eyes widened. She blushed slightly, pulling a seat over to the piano and sitting next to you. “Well, my ex-boyfriend / best friend is always off in the studio making music. I’m home a lot, and I’m often curious when I hear you playing. Well, I’ve always been curious. You always play sad songs, even if they’re not your originals. I was wondering what kind of person was waiting behind the wall,” She started, playing with the hem of her sleeve as she continued on.

“As you know, the walls are pretty thin. I’m sure you’ve heard Anthony and I arguing over stupid things before… but whenever their was silence on my side of the wall, there was always yelling or conversations on yours. It made me feel kinda safe to know there was someone else living here… as you may have noticed, most of the neighbours are totally insane. I hope that answers your question.”

You looked up from the keyboard keys to her, your eyes glancing over her as you tried to find the words to fill the silence. “S-So you’re not mad about the wall?” You asked, freezing as she looked up from her hands. She truly was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen.

“I was a bit shocked at first, but I like to take everything as an opportunity. I was thinking maybe we could go and get coffee and then get started on some chord progressions and lyrics? I’d love to help you out. You do seem rather stressed,” Jasmine suggested, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Wait, really? You’re not worried at all… I’m afraid I don’t even have the funds to pay for it, and I wish I did because I feel so horrible that I-“

“Hey, don’t worry. Tonight is about getting things done and new opportunities. So what do you say? Do you want to join me on this adventure?” Jasmine interrupted, standing up and holding out her hand.

You smiled and nodded, taking her hand and standing up. The two of you exited your apartment (after you made sure the door was locked) and made your way down the street.

“Is anywhere going to be open? It is quite late… god, I should’ve never left my apartment. I should’ve tried to finish that stupid song,” You said, sighing.

Jasmine smirked as the two of you came to a retro like diner with a flashing open sign above it. “Have I mentioned I like to take chances?” She asked, opening the door and holding it for you as you entered.

The diner looked like something straight of a 50’s movie. You looked around, taking in the plastic, flashing neon lights and the many, many posters of Elvis and Marilyn Munroe. You scoffed slightly, looking at Jasmine. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“We’ve both done a lot of questionable things tonight. This can just add to the list,” She replied, walking up to the counter and ordering a coffee for herself before letting you order one as well.

“What kind of questionable things would you be talking about?” You asked, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable booths as the two of you waited for your coffees.

“Well, smashing a music stand against the wall was definitely your first questionable decision. What else would go on the list? Letting a stranger into your house, I could be a serial killer for all you know. Or even worse, I could be one of those annoying neighbours that’s always smiling and talkative,” Jasmine stated, shuddering.

“You mean like that old man across the hall? He’s sweet as anything, but I do have to agree. He is a bit annoying sometimes. I guess I’ve just grown to tolerate him,” You said, shrugging and smiling as your drinks were placed down in front of you.

It felt like time stood still as the two of you sat in that diner, chatting and laughing. You never had met anyone quite like her. You were shocked you hadn’t spoken to her before, you could’ve gotten along so well if you had met earlier.

A loud beeping sound coming from your phone interrupted the flow of the conversation and sent you back to reality. As you pulled out your phone to turn off the alarm, you gasped as you saw it was nearly midnight. The song hadn’t even begun… you were majorly screwed.

“Look Jasmine, this has been incredible but I think I have to go. If I don’t get this song in to my professor in the next fifteen minutes, it’ll go ungraded and that’ll bring all my grades down… it’ll pretty much be a disaster and I’ll never forgive myself. This was so lovely though…” You said, quickly standing and getting ready to run home.

Jasmine grabbed your hand before you could go, holding onto it tightly. “I think you worry about the future too much,” she stated, pulling you back into your seat. You raised your eyebrow, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“You think so?” You asked quietly, your worries about the song disappearing as you looked into her eyes.

“I think that for tonight, you should just stay. Don’t worry about the future, don’t worry about the song! I think we’ve really got something special happening, and I don’t want to let it go yet. So please for tonight… stay?”

The millions of thoughts that flew through your head whenever you were doing anything seemed to stop when she began to talk. You admired the way her smile could light up a room, and how her voice seemed to flow like a never ending melody.

You never did hand in that song. That night and many more were spent in that diner, talking about your worlds and everything in them. You found yourself falling in love with Jasmine more and more every night.

Eventually, you handed in Midnight Coffee to your professor. A song about love, friendship, and an old diner that you couldn’t seem to leave.

It’s not home - part 1? (Reader x Jason Todd)

AN: I started to write again, prompted by how much I liked writing these for the DC valentine thing and getting positive feedback from my DC imagines idol of sorts maruthor. Soooo… I’m not sure if I will continue writing but I might. I will or won’t continue writing this depending on feedback probably. Testing the waters a bit here. Gotta get some sleep in anyway, gotta get up in about 4,5 hours for classes so… yeah. 

Anyway, here’s some angst! Enjoy!

( wrote this when listening to:  Amber Run - Fickle Game  and  Tempt you - Nothing but Thieves)

Jason sighed, looking at the figure in the streets below him. She was hugging him, kissing him goodbye while he got into his car on the way home. “I’ve got to stop doing this.” He shook his head and turned away, letting himself slide onto the concrete of the roof. Snow falling on his head as he went with his hand through his hair. “You lost her, snap out of it. “

He heard the car leave and forced himself to stay seated, while memories rushed through his head. Memories of lazy mornings in which her hair was splayed out across the pillow and looked vulnerable and beautiful, memories of grabbing her from the back and hearing her laugh while she told him to let go, her eyes scanning the page of his favourite book, watching her back when she went out with friends every once in a while just until they got inside the building, being kissed awake by her as a last resort to get him out of bed. Tears stung in his eyes while he cursed and and hit the floor with his fist, thinking of their final fight about him no longer spending enough time with her. He had fucked up, and he knew it. Too much time out there, too much time around Roy, not enough time with her. He didn’t want to hurt her, quite the contrary. All he wanted was to make sure she didn’t have to deal with the fallout of getting bruised up during another mission. The image of her tear-ridden eyes was etched into his mind. Returning home and finding out she was no longer in the apartment they shared. He knew what it meant the moment he saw your clothes were gone. He tried reaching out but always got the answering machine… Until this night when he caved and decided to get to you. He had known where you were staying all along but kept him from seeking you out because you clearly didn’t want him to. He tried to calm his breathing and soothe himself somehow, eyes closed and letting the cold of the snow get to him. It felt matching, the freezing temperatures to the icy feeling when you left.

“ I know when someone’s watching me, Jason.” He looked up, opening his eyes and trying not to revel in the warmth of her voice even if she was telling him off.
“ What the hell are you doing here? “ Jason remained seated, for the first time in forever concerned his legs might give out on him if he wouldn’t. He sighed. “I was just looking after you, y/n,”
You threw up your arms. “ You’ve got to move on.” Jason stood up, regardless. You noticed his lip was bleeding and instinctively went for it, as for the cuts in his suit. They remained hidden because of the way he had been sitting down but they looked painful. As you inspected his wounds you muttered “ Damnit Jay” under your breath.  When you looked up you realized his eyes were closed again as you inspected his wounds so you pulled your hand away from him.
“ What happened to you?” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to you anymore does it?” You noticed he’d been crying.
“ Don’t be like that. You do matter. We just need some time apart because otherwise we’ll never get over each other.” He looked up, an obviously fake smile set on his face.
“ Didn’t look like it was that hard for you.”
“ Stalking me is not okay Jason.” He grimaced before he responded. “I wasn’t. I haven’t followed you, I just took out some henchmen and realized I had nowhere to go home to.”
“ I told you you could have the apartment. “
“ It’s not home. “ You looked into his eyes and you knew exactly what he meant. His steel blue eyes told you exactly how much pain he was in…  they revealed he might just be hurting as badly as you were.

“ Jason…  he doesn’t mean anything to me. “
He nodded. “ I know. I heard you’ve went out with three guys the past week. Doesn’t make this hurt any less.”
He was right, and it hit you hard to hear it from him. Everything, including how sometimes small things on those dates reminded you of him, came rushing back. You were only physically present at those dates but … mentally you were somewhere else entirely. You were wondering where he was, what he was doing, reliving different scenario’s of what it would be like to see him again. Wondering if he had moved on, wondering if he was getting beaten to a pulp or working out his anger by doing random reckless shit. You knew he was likely to. Dick had left a message, Bruce had left a message.  It’s why none of these men every would get a second date, let alone get past the threshold. “ Gotta do something to forget about you, Jason. ”
“ I miss you.”
“ Come inside with me, I’ll patch you up.” He shook his head. “ No. We need to forget about each other.” You grabbed him by the hand, it felt very cold, vey unlike the way his hands usually felt. Jason always felt so warm, and you used to revel in it. At night in bed as much as on cold winter days when he held you close to him. He stopped protesting and followed you inside.