until you showed up

When a child comes of age their greatest quality manifests itself as a familiar that will follow them for life. You just turned 21 and you still didn’t have one, until this morning when two showed up and they terrify you.


Nina wished Colm Fahey could march over to Jan Van Eck’s office and tell him to give Inej back or get a mouth full of knuckles. She wished someone in this city would help them, that they weren’t so alone. She wished Jesper’s father could take them all with him. She’s never been to Novyi Zem, but the longing for those golden fields felt just like homesickness.


Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. More is on the way!

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1 - drama

Harry is urged to get back into the spotlight by staging a make out session with Kendall Jenner. His girlfriend isn’t too happy about that.


Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2 - drama

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 1.


Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 3 - drama

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 2.


It never faded - drama 

You and Harry had a messy break up and after suffering a terrible heartache you’re ready to move on. That’s until he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.


Overhearing a Confession - drama

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.


A Difference between like and love - drama

Harry and you are best friends stuck in the awkward transition between being friends and lovers. 


On a Scale from One to Ten - fluff

Harry is caught up in his job and his girlfriend is fed up with it so they make a deal to put away their phones for the weekend and to spend some quality time together. 


Admitting it - drama

You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 


A threatening Kiss - drama

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night.


A half full Coffee Mug - drama

Requested AU imagine; In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 


From Friendship to more - drama

Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.


You gave up on us - drama

This is a one shot about Harry and his girlfriend talking and crying about how their relationship has developed and changed. 


You gave up on us - Part two - drama

Follow up to ‘You gave up on us’ part one. 


Settled Down - fluff

Harry entrusts Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well. 


Anger - drama

Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.


New Love - fluff

Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love. 


A Duet sung by himself - drama

Harry takes his time for many people, however, not for his girlfriend.


A Duet sung by himself Part 2 - drama


Ex Girlfriend Troubles - drama

Harry and Y/N’s Skype call is interrupted by no one other than his ex, Kendall Jenner.


Cheating Series: 

He has Someone Else - drama

Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences. 


He’s with Me - (kind of a Part2 to He has Someone Else) - drama

Harry cheated on his girlfriend and now has to deal with her having left him for it. 


How could I be sure? - ( kind of a Part3 to He has Someone Else ) - drama

Harry cheated on his girlfriend but finds it hard to let her go.


This could be our Thing - fluff

Harry and his lovely girlfriend decide to have a little bake competition


There’s an Intruder in her Home - drama

When Harry enters his girlfriend’s apartment, he’s quick to discover she has an uninvited guest.


The Styles Christmas Celebrations Routine - fluff

Harry and Y/N are a newly wed couple and disagree on when it’s time to open the christmas presents.


Teardrops and a Mug of Tea - drama

You’re Harry’s rebound.


Regrets and a happy Smile - ( Kind of a Part2 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea ) - drama

Harry’s heart hurts when he realized how big of a mistake leaving Y/N was.


Don’t want You to Hate Me - drama

When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 


Enchanted by Her - fluff

Harry simply cannot look away when he sees her whispering along to Pink Floyd.


You Never Disappoint - fluff

Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.


A Little Bit of Jealousy - fluff

Hardly anything upsets Y/N as much as when her Harry is being hit on.


Ordinary Things - drama

Harry can’t make time for simple things.


No - dramatic fluff

Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t. 


Party Monster  - drama

Harry is left with taking care of his ex girlfriend, Y/N, after she’d had a drink that was a little too heavy.


Party Monster Part2 - Smut

Harry and Y/N have some fun in the hallway of a bar.


You’re My Favorite - Fluff

What to get to the man who has everything?


Unwanted Attention

Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.


Search for Loneliness - Drama

Harry breaks Y/N’s heart.


Search for Loneliness Part2 - Drama

Harry broke Y/N’s heart but how come he misses her now?


Stop settling for friends who make you feel like you can’t be yourself, or that you have to change a large part of who you are in order to be good enough for them.

Stop settling for a life of sitting still, of watching other people go after what they want while you sit back because you’re too afraid to try.

Stop settling for toxic social environments. If you’re invited to a dinner outing with a group of gossipy and judgmental people, politely decline. If you have to go because it’s a work thing or because you need to support your partner, go for an hour and leave. Don’t ever give more of yourself and your energy than you need to.

Stop settling for being an ‘okay’ friend. If a friend is going through a bad breakup, show up to their apartment with beer and cake and don’t leave until they’re ready for you to leave. Show up for the people who show up for you.

Stop settling for the idea that fear is always something that should be avoided. If your heart starts pounding when you think about applying for that job or signing up for that acting class or trying to make amends with that one friend, listen to it. Embrace the fear. Fear is a compass.

Stop settling for a life of being on autopilot. Of commuting to work like a zombie, of playing on your phone instead of being fully present for movie night with your friends, of thinking about what you’re going to say next when you’re talking to someone. Just let yourself relax, and be there. Something will always come afterwards, just trust.

Stop settling for the idea that happiness is a milestone to attain instead of a state of being. At some point, you must grasp that if you just keep chasing and chasing, there will always be something new to want. But if you start focusing on the joy of being, simply being, you’ll have a much easier time finding happiness. After all, it’s already there. It’s always been there.

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)


I don’t think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. I don’t envy you the decisions you’re gonna have to make. And one day I’ll be gone, and you’ll have no one to talk to. But if you remember nothing else, please remember this: chess is just a game. Real people aren’t pieces. And you can’t assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess deserves to lose.

another meme I will never finish | tv shows [7/10] » Person of Interest

Purple Guy: Would you like to see children die?

Spring Bonnie: NO! Get out of here with that knife! Lay off the poor children, will ya? Sheesh! You’re a creep! Go away! We were having a good time until you showed up! Go have some coffee, with cream, or something, because I’ll tell you something! This is a HAPPY PLACE!!

Drew this for any of you who have exams coming up or struggling with things or just not having a good day but most importantly its for all my lovely followers and friends! I love you all thank you for always supporting me! minak0s misakida waehyun

i like to think that Hiro once pasted a bunch of glow in the dark stars on the ceiling above Tadashi’s bed while he was in school to spell out ‘NERD’ just so he could make a ‘sorry bro, deny it all you like, but it’s written in the stars’ joke a few hours before bed to build up to the punchline


Gif source:  Peter

Imagine having been in a rocky relationship with Peter and taking a break until he surprises you on Christmas Eve by showing up at your front door and admitting that he’s in love with you and doesn’t want to spend this Christmas without you.

——— Request for anon ———

You’d been certain you were going to have to spend Christmas without him when you heard the knock on your door. It was already dark outside, the early sunset having come and gone nearly an hour before, but he had fought past his own pride to stand there at this moment.

“Hi,” you begin, breaking him from his staring at you as you watch him shove his hands into his pockets, shielding them from the brisk wind. The break you’d been on only makes his appearance at your front door all the more strange and somehow relieving, “Do you want to come inside?”

“Yes,” Peter quickly responds upon the invitation, but moves inside only to remain in your personal space as he shuts the door behind him. He watches you with intense eyes, seemingly finding the words to say before he speaks, for once not full of conversation. You open your mouth to ask what he was doing here, only for him to beat you to speaking, “I don’t want to spend Christmas without you.”

“Peter,” you look away with a frown, knowing if you keep looking at him it will only make it harder to not let him in. To not try and forget the very reason you took this break in the first place, “I thought we were taking some time to figure out what we wanted.”

“That’s just it,” he sighs, annoyance nipping at his tone as his hand emerges from his pocket to turn your face back towards him. “I’ve figured out what I want. I want you, alright? It did take me some time to realize it, but I know now just what I need. I’m in love with you and I want to be with you.”


SUMMARY: Your relationship with Negan was toxic and dangerous but he was the only one for you.

PAIRING: Negan x reader

WARNINGS: Angst, profanity

NOTE: (Y/H/N)= Your Husband’s Name

Also, I didn’t add a read more button because I’m writing this on my phone :) enjoy




“What the actual fuck was that?” Negan bellowed at you as you jumped out the van and toward your house.

You fucked up.

Well in Negan’s eyes you did. There were about 8 saviours alongside you, Negan and Dwight whilst you raided a couple of shops. You decided to be independent and check out the attic of one house when a bunch of walkers ambushed you. It was going well until Dwight joined in and you tried to show him up by trying to kill all the walkers in one go. Your ego got the best of you because Dwight had gotten bit on the hand and so when Negan found out, his hand was gone in an instant.

“Negan,” Dwight’s voice can out from his weak form,“It’s alright, man. She did good.” He winked at you as two saviours picked him up from the back of the van and to the infirmary.

“Goddammit, Lucil-(Y/N)! You could’ve been killed.” His and your eyes widened when he realised his mistake.

“You were about to call me your late wife, right?” You scoffed,“Un-fucking-believable.”

You stormed off afterwards, ignoring his pleas and the stares the pair of you got from the other saviours. When you rushed into your house, you tried to slam the door shut but Negan was strong and fast enough to stop you.

“Babe, that was a mistake.” Negan sighed. You ignored him and sat on the sofa.

Might as well make myself comfortable because I have a feeling you’re gonna stay here and chat shit for ages.” You sassed, crossing your arms.

"I’m fucking sorry.” He apologised,“I just worry about you, babydoll. That’s all.”

“Well, I’m fucking sorry that you think I care about any of this.” You growled,“About this life, about-”

There was hurt in his eyes,“About us?”

There is no us, Negan.” You said in a cold voice,“There never was… not since you made me kill my husband-”

“HE WAS A FUCKING WALKER, THE SAME WALKER WHO KILLED YOUR FUCKING CHILD!” He yelled, standing right in front of you.

You stood up quickly, answering back,“He was my husband. I could’ve saved her from him but no, you had to pull me away.”

"I saved your ass, (Y/N)!” Negan shouted,“Your kid was done for.”

You slapped him and was about to scream but chose to hold it in.

“No, you saved a piece of ass that you wanted to sleep with. Well, news flash, dick-twitch. I don’t want you.”

Negan combed through his hair with his fingers in frustration, sighing,“(Y/N), baby. That was two years ago-”

Tears spiked in your eyes,“And Lucille died five years ago yet you still call me her name. I don’t go around calling you (Y/H/N), do I?”

He saw red when you mentioned that bastard’s name and began thrashing his bat around and destroying your furniture.

Your husband and Negan were best friends at one point before the apocalypse but that was before he became a douchebag- and I’m talking about your husband. He would go out and stay out until late, sleeping with Negan’s women instead of staying and loving his wife. All those years before the walker invasion and Negan had loved you. Even when you were married, he loved you… and then he met Lucille. She was the second best thing (the first being you) and they were happy but then she had to die.

And he was left, alone and broken hearted whilst you loved a man who never loved you back.

When the bastard became a walker and killed your child, Negan admitted to himself that although he was sorry that the kid died, it was for the best. He wanted a family with you.

“Negan stop!” You begged,“Fuck you! Stop!” And then he picked up the only picture you had of your husband and your child and hit it with his Lucille.

When he had finished pulverising the picture frame, he got out a light and lit the picture. You couldn’t even scream as your child’s face became ash.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” You mumbled as you bent down to pick up everything.

You cried as the remnants of everyone you loved was blackened with fire. It was a miracle your house wasn’t burnt down.

“Babydoll.” Negan whispered, his arms finding their way around you again and this time, you didn’t fight back because you just gave up,“I’m sorry but… it had to be done. You have to forget them. You’re with me now.” His fingers pushed your head up.

“We’re not even marrie-”

Negan kissed you then pulled away when he realised you weren’t kissing him back, his voice solemn and stern,“Now we are.”




That night, everyone watched as he carried your small, fragile form back into his own house.

“Go the fuck to sleep!” He shouted at everyone watching then shut his front door. He carried you all the way to his bedroom. You couldn’t even cry. You were just so drained and you just couldn’t believe Negan- of all people- would burn the only reminder that you had of your child. He removed your jacket, that was full of Walker blood and your trousers and underwear. He stripped you naked- not that you fought but and when you thought he would take advantage of you, you looked him in the eyes with a pleading face, like you were asking him to stop. He kissed you gently on the lips. Just a simple peck before he rummaged through his clothes and picked out a Led Zeppelin shirt and black boxers. He helped you get into them then picked you up and lay you on his bed.

"I’m so sorry.” Negan whispered as he stood by the door then switched the lights off,“So fucking sorry, (Y/N).”

When he left the room, all you did was cry that whole night.




You slept through the next day and when Negan tried to feed you, you flat out refused. After a couple of days, you didn’t even leave his house. He had to be the one to wash you and clothe you and still you didn’t eat. As the days flew into weeks, you began losing the life in your eyes and the weight in your body. He noticed that too.

“Baby, you need to eat.” He begged,“You need to live.”

“But my child couldn’t?” You began sobbing as the memories of walkers ripping into your baby flashed in your mind,“Get out!” Negan didn’t need to be told twice.

Before he left, he whispered into the air,“I love you.” And you heard.




The next couple of months that followed, Negan left you alone. He gave you space but you couldn’t forgive him for what he did. You had no reminder of your supposedly perfect like (as you did not know of how unfaithful your husband was).

You hardly saw Negan in this time period. He was either going on supply runs or talking to some guy called Rick, from another camp.

One day, you decided to leave Negan’s house. Wearing fresh clothes that the women left in his house after one night stands, you went back to your place to cook up a meal.

As you cooked up carbonara, you noticed a red gift-wrapped box with a white ribbon tied around it, on top of your kitchen counter. There was a note which said: Open me after you see what’s in your living room. It was in Negan’s handwriting.

“What the fuck?” You muttered but nevertheless, you followed his instructions. You walked slowly into your living room, not noticing anything but that was until you were holding a picture frame in your hands. There was a noise coming from the kitchen but you didn’t care. You were too busy.

You touched it carefully, as if you were scared it would burn again. And then you realised it was real. You felt tears running down your face as you felt your daughter’ face depicted in Negan’s beautifully drawn picture.

He had drawn the picture e had burnt. And it looked amazing. He captured all the details of your husband and your child- from their hair to their eyes. Then it was you that he drew so perfectly. Your smile was bigger than in the original photo but you didn’t care. You held the picture close and read at the bottom of the frame: I’m sorry.

Then you went back to the kitchen. And saw Negan, standing there with his hands in his jean pockets, his leather jacket hugged his tower-like figure. He had a small lop-sided smile playing on his lips but you could see he was nervous. He didn’t say anything but merely watched and waited as you put down the picture frame and began tearing the box open.

You did it slowly and to say it built up tension was an understatement. When you get through the red gift wrap, which left the box bare and brown, you and Negan was sweating and felt as scared as one another.

You slowly removed the cover of the box and gasped when you saw what was inside.

It was Lucille.

Except she was broken.

The handle was snapped off and there was a large crack going through the middle of the main bit. The barbed wire was neatly circled around itself in the corner. Her appearance made you cry.

You fell to your knees, overwhelmed that Negan had done that to the only reminder of his late wife. He rushed straight to you, gathering you in his arms and together you cried.

“You didn’t have to do tha-” you croaked, digging your face in his neck just as you felt his tears splash on your cheek.

"Yes I did, baby. I did.” Negan whispered,“I want you to know that I love you.”

You pulled away at him, gaping slightly. He took your hand in his and placed it on his chest. His heart was beating so frantically.

"You feel that, (Y/N)?” He questioned,“You make me feel this type of way? And I don’t ever want to stop feeling like that.”

“Did you draw that?” You asked. He shook his head.

“I did a bit of it, Dwight helped me.” Negan said. You kissed him on the cheek.

“This may piss you off…” you warned. You took out a lighter and the picture from the frame before burning it.

The pair of you watched as the faces of your old family turned to ash.

There was silence between you until you spoke up.

“I love you, Negan.” You admitted, holding his hand and dragging him upstairs.

And this time, you didn’t sleep at all because you were tooo busy making love to your husband and he was too busy loving his only wife back.

Originally posted by raquel-lostgirl

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Imagine Loki sees you shopping in a grocery store one day and finds you attractive. Before he can talk to you though, you’ve paid for your things and gone. He goes back the same day next week to see if you show up and you do. He waits until your in the produce department looking at some oranges and when you pick one up, he magics half the display onto the floor the comes to help you.

Title: A Good Night’s Sleep
Pairing: Bones x Reader
Prompt: Reader has trouble falling asleep, Bones helps her out.
Word count: +/- 950
Warnings: /
Reader instert: is supposed to be female but I think it can be read as any gender.

Requested by @imaginenterprise.

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Tomato Soup Part 1

Originally posted by forever-winter-wonderland

Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, 

Content: Fluff

Word Count: 863


A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey

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AOMG dates

Originally posted by sukiieeeee

Loco; would take you out for a long drive to a neighboring town away from any potential intrusions. He’d take you someone authentic, a little local shop, hidden away from the public. He’s a down to earth guy so being extravagant isn’t in his forte. After dinner he’d drive you up a hill where the stars shine the brightest, he’d pull out a blanket he had hidden in the trunk. You spend the night talking about your aspirations and life’s greatest moments.

Originally posted by bulletproofwinner

Gray; would surprise you with VIP tickets to a concert you’ve been raving about. The booth he’d gotten was nearly empty and filled with the world’s delicacies. You felt like a queen that is until your mutuals showed up. Gray has a process for things and that may not align you with completely. You decide not to say anything because it’s your first “date”. Once the concert ends and goodbyes are said he leads you to some other place. You badger him with questions but he simply smiles evading your questions. It’s dark out the only thing in your peripheral vision is a pool. He takes hold of your hand and continues down towards the body of water. Near the lounge chairs are bathing suits each to their own, you get the picture. You both go for a midnight swim and a drink to go with it. It was nice and sensual. He explains what happened before bringing you closer to him.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Jay; is an extravagant guy, he loves to spoil his friends and family just imagine what he would do for you. Jay planned a weekend getaway at a city nearby. A hotel booked for two and a spa reservation with your names on it. He showed you around the most top of the hand shops and restaurants. Nothing came close to his midnight insecurities, forget about the expensive food and lavish gifts they didn’t come close to the vulnerable side of him. You got to see the real him, the one who cries and worries, the nights weren’t completely filled with lust but security and warmth.

Originally posted by youngkaezy

Simon: is AOMG’s foodie. He would take you to dim lighted restaurant maybe even ask for the booth in the far corner for more privacy. He’s a sweetheart with only your comfort in mind and will order everything you want. Simon would hold your hand and listen intently to your every word, it was a nice change from your usual guy. The restaurant was buzzing with conversations and meat sizzling on the grill but all that was tuned out, you two were in your own universe. Until your food arrived, the romantic aura surrounding you vanished, now the air was filled with giggles and sarcasm. Simon wouldn’t stop at a secluded dinner he would carry the date out for dessert. Riding top down to a far ice cream parlor that Simon claims have the best ice cream, you beg to differ. It was ice cream he ate as a kid, it brought back a sea of memories, his eyes lit up as he received his ice cream cone.  The child in him screamed for joy at the bite of his ice cream it was quite a sight.

If you got hurt- Outsiders preferences

Hey guys… i’m currently sitting in the waiting room at the ER and i’m bored so i’m writing. This is what I imagine the gang would do if you got into a fight or something and got hurt bad enough to be put in the hospital. This is probs gonna be bad, but bear with me guys. -Bella

Darry: Darry would try to keep his cool as much as possible but would probably be freaking out. He would be in the hospital before you could even blink. He would show up and sit by you until he got kicked out.

Ponyboy: He would absolutely lose it, even if he was in front of the guys. Even if you had the slightest scratch on you he would already be at your side asking if you were okay and if you needed anything. But if you were hurt bad he would most likely cry and sit and talk to you by your hospital bed all night. He would also probably try to climb into the bed with you and cuddle with you.

Soda: He would be really worried at first, but after he found out you were okay he would be suuuppppeeerrr cool about it. He would always try to cheer you up, and would get you anything, and I mean anything, you needed. And he would probs buy you one of those giant teddy bears and give it to you.

Johnny: He would already be at the hospital the second he got off the phone. He would sit with you and tell you everything was going to be okay, even if he knew he wasn’t. He was really nice to the nurses, unless they tried to make him leave. He would absolutely refuse to leave you there alone, unless you wanted him to.

Dallas: He’d be really mad at first, probably yelling at you for getting in a fight, but after he calmed down, he would try to be affectionate towards you, at least, as affectionate as Dallas Winston gets anyways. He wouldn’t want the nurses to even come near you two, and often yelled at them. He got kicked out but he called you everyday anyways.