was seriously on point that night

Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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how to do prom on a budget

Because not everyone can afford to spend a ridiculous amount of money on one high school dance, but that absolutely does not mean that you can’t enjoy your evening to the fullest. 

  • Your prom dress definitely does not have to cost several hundred dollars. Amazon.com has some really nice formal dresses, and most of them are in the $50-100 range! (I know there are other websites specifically for discount prom dresses, but in my experience Amazon has better quality and lower prices. Plus prime shipping can be a lifesaver if you’re in a rush.)
  • And if fifty bucks is still out of your price range (and I know that it is for a lot of people), check your local thrift stores. Second-hand prom dresses sell for a fraction of their original price, and they’ve usually only been worn once or twice. Seriously, I got my first prom dress at a thrift store; it was a very pretty, very well-made dress, and I payed $15 for it. Check. Thrift. Stores. 
  • Or, if you just don’t like second-hand clothes or if you couldn’t find anything good in the thrift stores, check Ross or a similar store. (Ross is just what we have in my hometown.) They usually stock some formal dresses around prom season, and they’re almost all in the $20-30 range. I’ve gone to formal events in dresses from Ross before, and they hold up really well and look great in pictures.
  • All of the stores I just mentioned are also really good places to get shoes, jewelry, ect. to go with your dress. Even stores like Walmart and Target might be good places to look for shoes, bags, and other accessories. And definitely check your own wardrobe – you might already own stuff that will look good with your dress. (I’ve worn the same pair of heels to, like, three different proms at this point tbh.) 
  • Get a dress that fits you well without alterations. Seriously, tailors are so pricey – you’ll probably end up paying several times more for alterations than you did for the dress itself. You’ll save yourself a lot of money if you just buy a dress that already fits and looks good. 
  • Do your own hair and makeup. There are approximately two billion “prom hair and makeup” tutorials on YouTube – find one that you like and practice it a couple of times before the big night. 
  • And if you aren’t confident enough to do it yourself, call in a friend for help. I’m totally useless when it comes to hair, but my best friend is a hair genius. We would always get ready for dances together, and we’d do a trade-off; she’d do my hair for me, and I’d help her with her makeup, and then we’d both go to the dance looking amazing. It’s a good system, and makes getting ready a lot more fun.
  • Or, if you don’t want to do your own makeup and don’t have a friend you can ask, a lot of department stores that have makeup counters (Macy’s, Belk, ect.) will do free makeovers, even if you don’t buy any of the products! I had a friend in high school who always got her makeup done at Belk for school dances. I don’t like trusting a stranger to do my makeup, but it is an option if you want to get it done professionally without spending a lot of money. (MAC and Sephora both do “free” makeovers, but only if you make a $50 purchase first, so probably not the best option if you’re trying to save money. Always make sure that the makeover service really is free before you sit down in the makeup chair.)
  • Also, you absolutely do not have to wear dramatic makeup or complicated hairstyles to prom if you don’t want to. If bold makeup isn’t your thing, you can just do mascara and a little bit of lip gloss. If you don’t want to spend two hours on your hair, just wear it down, or pin it up in a really simple bun, or whatever works for you. You don’t even have to wear a dress if you don’t want to – if renting a tux is more your speed, then rent a tux. Feeling comfortable and confident in how you look is more important than following trends. 

(K)Langst where Lance dies. He literally dies, and not in a heroic last stand. He dies needlessly, without purpose. Maybe he was kidnapped and killed by bounty hunters. Maybe he dies in a free accident. Maybe he gets sick. However he goes, the team is left devastated. Blue is devastated. Keith is devastated. 

It’s only when he’s gone do the team realize how much life Lance had provided the team. How his silly and playful attitude empowered them, gave them the sense of hope they needed to keep moving forward. It takes a long time for them to pick up the pieces, for Blue to open herself up to a new Paladin (Allura), but they never manage to put themselves back together completely. 

Skip three years after Lance’s death, when one day Blue starts going all fidgety. She stops communicating with Allura (not that they ever had the strongest bond in the first place). Then she just hightails it out of the Castle, flying to some random planet. 

Blue comes back later that day, but she’s not alone. Climbing out of Blue, looking incredibly confused and exactly as he did three years ago, is Lance. Lance, who smiles at them with the biggest smile before demanding to know what’s going on. And why are they pointing their weapons at him, seriously guys, what the quiznack?! 

Faced with this stranger (because it can’t be Lance, they buried his corpse back on Earth), they lock him in the cellar in a whirl of chaotic emotions. Keith in particular is enraged that someone would impersonate Lance, pretend to be him. The team debates over what to do with this impersonator. Keith half-sarcastically suggests throwing him out the airlock. 

That night, Hunk can’t help but go down to see this Lance impersonator. He sensed something about him, something so so familiar. Lance is overjoyed to see him, if a little miffed because he doesn’t understand what’s going on. He insists that it’s him, it’s Lance, and Hunk, despite himself, wants to believe it’s him. He asks Lance questions, personal stuff only Lance could possibly know. And Lance answers all of his questions. He tells Hunk all about his family, his older sister and brother, his little brother and sister, his mother, his father. He talks about the Garrison, talks about secrets Hunk had only ever told Lance.  

By the end of their talk, Hunk is convinced. Somehow, someway, this is Lance. A DNA test later reconfirms his genetic identity when compared to an older DNA sample of Lance. And with Blue’s behavior, there is no other explanation. It’s Lance, back from the dead. A Lance who doesn’t know he died in the first place. 

Hunk and Coran are overjoyed. Allura and Shiro are more cautiously happy. Pidge is obsessed with finding out how this even happened. Keith alternates between being obsessively overprotective and hovering and avoiding Lance. He’s not sure how to process this. It took him a long, long time for him to sort of bury his feelings regarding Lance’s death, and his revival brings all of that back to the surface. He never actually coped/accepted/healed from it, and seeing Lance again, it brings all of his grief back to the surface, and he’s so angry at himself because why is he sad when his friend has come back? Why is so scared to talk to Lance? 

It’s Lance who comforts him, who gets him to face those feelings, who helps him cope with what happened all those years ago.   

Lance, meanwhile, tries to adjust to his friends being years older than the last time he saw them. Tries to adjust to how everyone is staring at him, as if he’s a ghost who could disappear any minute. To how much time he’s missed, the adventures the team had without him. It’s hard. It’s hard for everyone. The pieces the team managed to put back together fall into shambles once again. But little by little, all of them together, they reassemble, stronger than ever. 

@spirit-gem @thetwilightroadtonightfall

‘’Let’s run away.’’

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale piece, I hope you guys like it! The ending offers another part, so tell me what you think? Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Jughead X Reader

Prompt: When a mysterious girls returns at pop’s on a random friday night, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It’ll take some time for Jughead to open back up to his old friend without a reasoning, but is he able to find one?

Warnings: one or two swear words, mention of alcohol, abusive father 

Word count: 2455

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A still moment, different from the usual buzzing pop’s atmosphere, a cold gust of wind with the sound of jingling bells hanging from the doorframe, suddenly changing the mood that laid in the air. Maybe it was Archie’s sudden moment of silence, taking a break from his preppy speech or the fascinated sounds escaping Veronica’s lips, but something had caught their attention and Jughead was curious for the cause. 

‘’Well, she’s a sight for the eyes.’’ Veronica remarked, a smile forming on her lips. 

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Broken - Part 2

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

Part 1


“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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Yuri on Ice BD choreography commentary translation - Volume 2

Awfully behind schedule due to my throat dying because of all the air conditioning at work and other stuff stealing my time, but here it is finally, the last part of the BD/DVD vol.2. Once again it’s a translation of the complete script. The commentary is by Kenji Miyamoto & Mitsurou Kubo. This time it’s Yuri’s SP and Yuuri’s FS.

Notes:
-It’s two people talking, not a written interview, so expect them to hop from one subject to another within the same sentence… Even if it sounds a bit unconnected at times, that’s how they said it.
-I still arranged it a little to make it easier to understand as written material, by removing lots of “ehm” “uuhm” “you know” “yes” (I especially removed all instances where someone says “yes” in the middle of the other speaking) and fumbled words.
-Amusingly enough both their initials are KM/MK, but I used the surname initials so M is Miyamoto and K is Kubo.
-I put (LOL) when they’re laughing because otherwise some lines might sound serious while they’re actually joking.

***VERY IMPORTANT***
Do NOT use this translation for subtitles, in ANY way.

I don’t support the upload of bonuses contained in BDs/DVDs, as they are meant to be (as the word says) bonuses for the people who spent money to purchase them. If you like a series so much that you absolutely need to watch the bonus contents, please buy the BDs/DVDs.


Kubo: Hello, I’m the original planner Mitsurou Kubo.
Miyamoto: Hello, I’m the choreographer Kenji Miyamoto.
K: Ah, Kenji-sensei. It’s been a while.
M: It’s been a while.
K: Ok, today we are going to look back on the choreography of Yuri Plisetsky’s short program, “Ai ni Tsuite ~Agape~”. This time, for the first time, Kenji-sensei is not the one performing the choreography. But you created it, didn’t you?
M: Yes, I did.
K: This time, Yuri Plisetsky still has the body of a 15 years old boy, so you know, we thought that if possible we would like to ask someone else to perform it. The reason is that this footage is an important reference when translating the choreographies into animation, and changing Kenji-sensei’s body into that of a young boy would have required quite a lot of work.
M: Ah, so it was for that reason.
K: Yeah.
M: I see.
K: So basically we said that a girl, a girl of small build, would be nice, and we asked Kenji-sensei to look for a person like that.
M: Yes. Honoka Kawanishi-chan.
K: Yes. She’s a 20 years old university student, and she even participated in the university’s Miss Campus contest…
M: Really?
K: Well, isn’t she really pretty?
M: Yeah, she’s a beautiful girl.
K: I was like, nice job Kenji-sensei for bringing such a girl!
M: When she was still a competitive figure skater she impressed me because she could dance really well.
K: You didn’t do choreographies for her at that time?
M: No, I didn’t. This was the first time, but really, she learned the choreography very quickly.
K: That’s right.
M: Yeah.
K: He was creating the choreographies at night, we had very little time, and I guess, there are skaters who learn faster and skaters who are slower, right?
M: Yes, and also, I think she was moving very close to the way I was imagining the choreography, so we could go on very smoothly.
K: We also had that impression watching, like, she was absorbing everything so quickly and she danced very boldly, she was really amazing.
M: And this hairstyle, too.
K: Yes, we wanted to draw Yuri with flowing bobbed hair, so we asked her not to tie her hair, to let it loose when she was skating, and you know, skating with loose hair is something that you don’t see in tournaments, so it was really nice to watch~.
M: It’s nice, it looks very dynamic.
K: Thank you. Hah~. So this was Yuri Plisetsky’s short program, “Ai ni Tsuite ~Agape~”.

K: “Really nice to watch~”, I made a face like an old man (LOL). Ok, next up is Yuuri Katsuki’s free skating. The song is “Yuri on ICE”. Uh.. (LOL)
M: Everyone’s laughing at me (LOL).
K: This part, of course the ones who watched the anime know it already, but we asked Kenji-sensei to start from the point where Victor hugs Yuuri from behind..
M: Yes (LOL).
K: Sorry, it’s just somehow amusing (LOL).
M: When I turned around everyone was laughing.
K: (LOL). But actually, it became a really nice scene. Ok. Regarding this “Yuri on ICE”, when we were creating the story later on I decided the title and made it “Yuri on ICE”, but in fact, when we filmed this footage the title hadn’t been decided yet, we just had the song ready, and the story wasn’t finished either, so we just asked Kenji-sensei to do the choreography in the meantime. This time I couldn’t physically be there, but what instructions did the director give you?
M: I’d say, “director, what do you think about this?”, and she’d be like “yeah, that’s good”.
K: (LOL)
M: I said “And this, what about this?”, and she was like “yes, I think that’s nice”. No matter what I said she always replied “yes”.
K: In other words, you were also kind of anxious too.
M: Yes, I didn’t really understand the story completely, so..
K: Yeah.
M: But I was asked to create a program that could win in a tournament, a well done program, and when I listened to this song, this delicate music, I wanted to create a choreography that would look like an ink painting, like thin streaks that vanish as they stream.
K: Hearing this, you know, I’m not sure whether it’s actually connected, but the opening is really that way, like an ink painting, with colors that spread out as the song plays, and I thought that it looks like it’s connected.
M: I was very surprised when I watched it.
K: Ah!
M: I was like, “ah, so they made it like this”…
K: But seriously, this choreography is really… In the beginning, Yuuri Katsuki has just started figure skating and has many worries, then in the scene where he meets Victor the sounds become richer, and we asked to make the choreography so that it would leave a stronger impression too, but the way you glide in that smo~oth line is really nice. Even in the animation version it’s breathtakingly beautiful. And…
M: Today’s socks are lime green (LOL).
K: (LOL). Yeah, we have explained this in vol.1 too, but basically it’s not like Kenji-sensei fancies this kind of fashion, he wore different gloves and socks to make the left and right legs different. Normally he’s a fashionable person.
M: You don’t have to say that (LOL). But this, you know, I really used up a lot of stamina to skate it.
K: Ooh.
M: That axel after a forward counter is quite difficult.
K: (LOL). Indeed, we asked to create a FS that could win the Grand Prix Final, so the movements leading to jumps, and all the other elements, are all made so that you can get a high level. Kenji-sensei did a lot of things (LOL).
M: Yeah (LOL).
K: Sorry for saying it a bit vaguely.
M: That’s ok. This part too, it has an outside rocker cluster with combined movements of the upper body, though my foot touched the ground a little (LOL). It’s made to get level 4, I mean, I’m not sure one could get it, but it’s made so that it’s possible to get it.
K: I heard that some real figure skaters said they wanted to skate this.
M: Yes, that’s true. I was asked to make a choreography for this song, but I replied that it would be better to wait some more time. It’s quite popular actually.
K: I really want someone to skate it! Seriously, the song is a bit too short for a competitive program, but someone could like, make it a bit longer, edit it, and skate it.
M: (LOL).
K: Ah, yes, in the end, he looks in Victor’s direction, points his fingers at him, and the song is complete.
M: My hair is so flat (LOL).
K: Yeah, kind of…
M: It was night in the end.
K: Yeah, it was night. All the clocks visible in the footage are showing past 12:00, but that’s not 1:00 or 2:00 in the afternoon, you know.
M: It was pitch black (LOL).
K: Yeah, it was. But really, now that I hear from Kenji-sensei that there are real skaters who are watching “Yuri on Ice” and want to skate this song… So is it popular?
M: Yeah, this song is popular, and, it’s a different story, but at the rink I went to the other day there was a boy who started skating after watching “Yuri on Ice”.
K: Great!!!!
M: When I told him that I was the one who made the choreographies, he was like “uwaaah”.
K: I’m so happy.
M: It’s nice to see things like this happen.
K: Yeah, I mean, of course grown-up women like this anime too, but I hope that young male skaters who are thinking of starting now or who are already skating, people from all over the world, can feel figure skating as something closer to themselves and continue it.
M: Yes.
K: You also said that you’d like people to feel figure skating as something closer, right?
M: Yeah, I think so.
K: You know, I’m really happy to hear that in some way, even just a little, this is becoming true.
M: I agree.
K: Ah, sorry, I’m wrapping it up a bit in a hurry. So, we have watched the choreographies of vol.2. Let’s meet again in vol.3! Please say something too (LOL).
M: (LOL).


like seriously, I did Vetra’s loyalty mission and then rode around Kadara with her and Drack for like an hour last night and Drack spent the whole time asking Vetra if she was okay and telling her that she did a great job raising Sid and offering advice, and at one point Vetra literally said “If only you had raised us, old man” like??? I can not love them more, it is not possible? please, I love this weird krogan/turian family

Really really long night vale theory

God this arc frustrates me to no end because i just CANT figure it out…!

Lets break it down… Theres multiple realities, our canon night vale and the 1983 night vale. Potentially more. We already know about our night vale, but what do we know about the 1983 reality?

  • Cal exists.
  • Following that, episode 33- “Casettes” likely is also part of 1983. The movement Cecil kept noticing in that episode and the one in 106 “filings” are probably one in the same. Kind of.
  • Leonard Burton met a very very grisly fate, but it may be unrelated to the end of the world the tapes warned us about.
  • The end of the world
  • Bethany didn’t.
My proposal: nuclear bomb. Or something.
  • Cal seems to have radiation poisoning, similar to that of the victims who survived Hiroshima.
  • More subtly, look at the way Cecil spoke of the end of the world in “Best Of?”. He spoke with urgency, but as if it were too late. This end of the world was sprung suddenly on night vale, theres enough time for cecil to talk to his listeners one final time but not enough time to get to safety. It couldn’t be a slow apocalyptic situation that takes time to develop, such as zombies, and its not an instantaneous thing. Theres enough time before the end for cecil and the residents of night vale to live their last moments in despair and terror.
  • Bethany didn’t. Didn’t what? Survive? Many people didn’t that year. Meaning that some people DID. People such as Cal who are now terribly irradiated and absolutely dying.
Now for the third and fourth possible realities:

Bowling Alley

  • The miniature city under the desert flower bowling alley and arcade fun complex
  • having the same residents, all apparently unaware that they exist in a smaller version of the town above them, its not infeesable that our night vale is also a miniature unaware of the larger, identical town housing them.
  • a vague yet menacing government agency steals the miniature cities buildings, perhaps a similar thing is happening with the disappearing buildings in night vale, probably not, but its a fun notion to humor.
Normal Night Vale
  • A normal town where everything is normal and nothing weird happens ever.
  • this is mostly inspired by the fact that cecil referred to bethany in present tense, bethany doesnt exist in our night vale and has been dead and gone for who knows how long in 1983. Meaning the memory of her still existing isn’t in canon OR 1983, potentially pointing to another reality where shes still alive and well.
  • the same thing goes for danas father, that reality is good enough for dana to abandon her night vale, meaning its probably not an irradiated wasteland.
Theres likely infinite other timelines, carlos mentioning quantum physics and the multiverse and all. But these four are the notable ones.

Other notable things are the existence of huntokhar, the distant prince, and the woman from Italy all currently existing in or approaching night vale. These three characters are related to eachother somehow, im sure of it. Coincidences dont happen in night vale. But the question is how? And WHY?

Ive written theories about this before but ive always had a sneaking suspicion that night vale isnt real. Even in the podcasts own canon, i dont think it exists on the same plane as everything else. Cecil makes mentions to the rest of america and the government but doesn’t know common states, when night vale sent a distress call for help to the american government after valentines day the government didnt take them seriously. When looking at a map of america cecil said it was wrong, recognizable but wrong, showing that theres a clear disconnect between night vale and the rest of the country, neither quite knowing the other.

Time is strange in night vale. Carlos himself said that time doesnt work there. This is furthered by the professor at the university of what it is when she came in serve for carlos saying that hes been missing for DECADES. By that point carlos had only been in night vale for, what, three years? But nope. Hes been missing for DECADES.

Something, best shown in the book, is that its hard to leave night vale. It was said that it was hard to come and go in the podcast, but the book showed diane crayton trying and failing REPEATEDLY. She always ended up back in night vale even when she logically shouldnt have. What makes it so hard to find and leave?

Also the dog park. The dog park is the only way to easily leave night vale but still makes return very very difficult. Something we often forget is that carlos and dana are the exception, not the rule. Most people in the dog park are still unable to return to night vale.

So i propose that night vale isnt in the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. Not isolated nessecarily, the fictional countries cecil has gone to are on the same plane, but far away and inconvienient. Imagine night vale as an island of abnormality in the sea of our real world. The dog park is the most viable gateway between the reality where night vale exists and where night vale doesnt, the empty desert is where night vale WOULD stand but in this reality (our reality) its just an empty desert where no one decided to build a small town. Since portals between realities are much less common in the real world than in night vale it would make returning EXTREMELY difficult.

I think that maybe, just maybe, the woman from Italy, the distant prince, and huntokhar are trying to merge night vale with reality. That timelines are ripping apart and blending together becaude they NEED to be combined to assimilate into the real world. Night vale might be turning into a normal town, and those who refuse to escape to the new reality being presented to them will have their realities crumble around them. Perhaps THATS what happened to the miniature cities sky.

Friend: This is seriously becoming a problem. You stay up all night, don’t do your homework, or even go outside. Your fangirling is going to end up hurting someone at this point, and I don’t know how much of your random fits of dramatic crying I can take. All because of Kpop, what do you have to say for yourself?

Me:

James March: Overprotective

You’ve been living with James for almost a year now and he’s given you everything you could ask for and more. The best gift that he’s given you is his undying love and loyalty.

But lately you’ve been going a little insane. Although you don’t mind having a few drinks at the Blue Parrot Lounge with your friends, you felt like you needed a night out in the city. Being around new scenery is something that’ll make you oh so happy. But your boyfriend James will never allow it. It comforts him knowing that you’re safe and sound under his very own roof. Whenever you wanted to do a little shopping during the day or wanted to have lunch with your girlfriends, he had no issue with that because in his eyes, daytime in Los Angeles is a lot safer than at night.

You told yourself that today is going to be the day that you stand up and convince your sweetheart, James to let you out. Your girlfriends had their fingers crossed for you, even Liz and Sally do. 

After searching around the hotel for James, you finally found him on Floor 7. You didn’t need a key for the door because it was already wide open. Of course, your boyfriend was playing 1920′s Jazz music. He despised modern day music. But, you do love how old fashioned James is. Especially since you can’t find a lot of men nowadays like that.

James was sitting on the couch, polishing his cane when you found him. “Ah dearest!” He greeted you with a smile, revealing his dimples.

You slowly started getting nervous, knowing you’ll have to ask him the one question that he despises. “Hi James.”

“Come. Sit on my lap.” He patted a hand on his thigh.

“Actually, I didn’t come here to sit. I came here to ask you something.” You started slowly pacing around the room, trying not to make it look noticeable, but you couldn’t help it.

Luckily, James was too focused on polishing his beloved cane that he didn’t notice. “Anything. If it’s money that you need, you know darling, you have the code to my vault.” 

“Yes I know, but it isn’t that. I was kind of hoping, you know-” You paused. “-if you would allow me to go out tonight with my friends?”

James’s mood went from cheerful to displeased. He set his cane to rest against the couch, then walked over to pour himself a drink. He dramatically sighed and you swallowed from nervousness.

You know when James gives you the silent treatment, it’s not a good sign. So you kept your mouth shut, awaiting to hear words form from his mouth. 

“Darling, we have discussed this before. Have we not?” James said while still keeping his back towards you, after finally turning around to face you slowly.

“Y-yes we have. Like I get it, you can’t be there to watch me, but-” You responded, then James cuts you off.

“Indeed. And to your misfortune, my answer is still no.” James objected.

“But that’s not fair. I’m still young. I’m not even 30 yet. I feel like a caged animal.” You whined, standing up to cross your arms in front of you in disagreement.

“Ah yes. And a caged animal that is more than alive and well. Am I correct?” James asked.

No. No is the word you hated hearing the most. You rolled your eyes at James then attempted to storm out of the room, but James catches your wrist. 

“And to where do you think you’re off to?” James asks while tightening his grip on your small wrist.

“Leaving you forever if you don’t let go of me.” You spat, trying to shake off his hand around your wrist, but James’s strength doesn’t allow it. 

James clenched his jaw to help prevent himself from going off on you because of your sudden attitude. “Sit.” He demanded, eyeing you, then eyeing the couch for you to sit on.

“Why?” You scoffed.

“Dearest. Do as I say or else your shopping trips will be no more.”

“Fine.” You said, then James releases his grip from your wrist and you sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, eager to hear what he has to say.

“I will allow you this night with your companions.”

Your eyes lit up from excitement and you stood up. This was a first. “What?! Really?!”

“Under these conditions.” James demanded, pointing a finger in the air. 

“Okay?” You narrowed your eyes at James.

“You musn’t be out past 1:00″

“Ugh, 2:00.” You suggested, hoping he would agree. But unfortunately, he didn’t.

“1:30″ James said and you mouthed ‘fine’. “And someone will be present to watch over you.”

“Okay seriously? Who?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“My darling friend, John Lowe.” James smiled at you.

“Great. So John is going to babysit my friends and I.” You didn’t agree to having John watch over you and your friends. But, it’s better than James not allowing you go out at all. So you just let it be, hoping that overtime, James can see that you are able to take care of yourself. Which is when pigs fly.

(Hours Later…)

As much as you wished James could go out with you, you were so excited for tonight. Thankfully, John wasn’t dreading tonight like you thought he would. He told you that he’s looking forward to having a drink or two. Having a designated driver also wouldn’t be necessary because majority of the bars are walking distance.

Once John was out of the shower and in his robe, James, being the ghost that he is, popped up in his hotel room. I guess their friendship is so close that James even does John’s hair.

“John, be sure to keep a close eye on my beloved Y/N.” James stated.

“Of course. You know I will.” John said.

“And if anything is out of line. I insist you bring her back to me.” The concern in James’s voice wasn’t hard to ignore. John nodded his head at James. 

After James was finished on his hair, he left the room to let John change. 


Once you were finished getting ready, you made sure to say goodbye to your lover. You especially made sure to thank him for letting you out tonight by giving him a passionate kiss.

You headed to the lobby only to see that John isn’t in sight, so you assumed he wasn’t ready yet. 

Seeing that Iris is at the front desk, you decided to stand and chat with her while you wait for John.

Minutes later he arrives from the elevator looking a tad bit overdressed. You assumed it was James’s doing.

“Ready to go?” John said once he reached the front desk.

You grabbed your clutch from the counter, holding it down at your side. “Yes, officer.”

“Hey hey. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend is so paranoid and overprotective of you.” John chuckled.

“I know. Well lets make a fun night out of it.” You shrugged. 

Just as the two of you were making your way to walk out. You see James by the railings at the Blue Parrot Lounge watching you with a drink in his hand. “I love you!” You shouted to James, then blew him a kiss. With drink in hand, he bent out that arm to you with a smile. 

The fight (part 1) // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn an Y/n have a massive fight resulting in Shawn leaving when he’s about to go on tour the next day.

Authors note: so excited for this *screams internally*

Requested: yesss


I slammed the front door shut, making Shawn know I had arrived home. I chuck my bag on the couch, storming into the dinning room where I find him with his laptop, papers messily arranged on the glass table.

“You think I wouldn’t find out,” I seethe, my hands angrily twitching at my sides.

“Hello to you too,” Shawn snaps, not looking up from what ever was on his screen.

“Do you even care?” I ask, walking closer to him, now with my arms folded across my chest.

“Care about what?” Shawn murmurs, eyes still locked onto the computer screen.

I let out an angry huff, turning away from him completely and walking out the room.

“Y/n?” I hear his voice call but I continue, walking into our shared bedroom, the bed that he hasn’t slept in for around 5 nights. He hadn’t bothered coming home as he had spent so much time at the studio recently, he thought he might as well sleep there.

I roll my eyes at the thought. It felt like we weren’t even properly together. We hadn’t talked, hadn’t seen each other for way too long for it to be healthy for our relationship and then for me to find out he was going on tour tomorrow from one of my friends, it made my blood boil. 

I shrug my jacket off my shoulders and hang it on the coat rack in the corner of the room before moving in front of the dresser to take my earrings off in the mirror.

I place them in a box, returning my gaze to the mirror, Shawn’s figure reflecting in the mirror of him standing by the door frame.

“Yes?” I ask, my tone clipped.

“What do you mean I don’t care?” He asks, folding his arms across his chest like I did previously.

“I know, Shawn,” I say, glaring daggers at him. 

“About what?” He asks, chucking his hands up, desperation creeping into his voice.

“About tour. Tour that starts tomorrow,” I say, my voice breaking at the end as I feel the weird sensation of tears filling my eyes.

“Oh… that,” Shawn mutters, turning away from my gaze. “I was going to tell you,’

“Really? Were you?” I ask, feigning hope.

“Of course,” He says walking over and sitting on the bed.

“Thats so sweet of you to tell me that you were leaving for 3 months just as you were walking out the door,” my tone is sickly sweet as I shoot him a fake smile.

He groans, flopping back on the bed.

“Do you know who I heard it from?” I screech, anger fueling my fire.

“Who?” he says, almost as if he was bored with the subject.

“Andrew. He goes ‘are you excited for Shawn’s European leg of tour’?” I give him another look of fury. “’Of course’ I go ‘when is it?’ Then I receive the look of pity when he says tomorrow. TOMORROW SHAWN!” 

He winces at how loud my voice is in the quiet apartment.

“I can’t help it if tour takes me away from you. You knew what you were getting into when you first started dating me,” He tries to reason.

“Of course I knew what I was getting into Shawn, what I didn’t know is that you wouldn’t tell me about when you were leaving, if you were actually coming home for dinner some nights or if you were actually still in the same country as me!”

A tear slips down my face and I wipe it away angrily, hating to show weakness when he didn’t even seem the least bit affected.

“I get that you have to tour, I understand, but god Shawn seriously, not even a text saying hey I’m staying at the studio tonight- not coming home for dinner, don’t bother cooking me anything otherwise it will just be wasted and I’ll have to chuck it away,” My point seems to change, now attacking his lack of contact with me.

“I was busy,”

“You’re always busy!” I sob, my voice rugged as I try to get the air flowing into my lungs which feel like they’re being constricted. “I go to sleep at night wondering if I’ll wake up and you’ll be there. Surprise, surprise, You’re not,” I laugh, the sound harsh against my ears.

“I can’t do this right now, I have to get ready for tour,” Shawn mumbles, never once meeting my bloodshot eyes, walking straight out the room

“Well hey, thanks for at least telling me that this time!” I yell out to him, exuding fake happiness. 

“You’re welcome!” Is shouted at me, the slam of the front door being the goodbye. For how long, I didn’t know.

Nesta’s First Starfall

Requested by Anonymous 102: “To the night you’ll never remember.” 

Nessian - Starfall


It’s Nesta’s first Starfall and Cassian has taken on the responsibility of watching her. He eagerly volunteered to do it though he would never tell her that. He told her to dress nicely and that he will pick her up at nine to go out and join the festivities. Nesta grumbled a reply and had stalked off to the library.

Now, Cassian stands outside her room, a fist prepared to knocks on her door, but he pauses. He’s not sure what’s going to happen tonight, not sure what he wants to happen tonight. After all, the whole Inner Circle knows how Starfall had helped to open Feyre’s eyes to her feelings for Rhys, who knows what kind of affect tonight would have on Nesta, who was already so close to realizing what was between them. With a sharp intake of breath, Cassian knocks.

His fist is still in the air when the door opens less than a second later. Nesta stands on the other side, one eyebrow raised, and Cassian lets out a low whistle at her appearance. Looking utterly breathtaking, she dons a floor length dress that hugs her form until flaring just above the knee. It is dark blue and incredibly elegant.

“You have to stop hanging about like this, it’s unnerving.” She mutters, slipping her hand into his own outstretched one and allowing him to lead her down the hallway.

Cassian chuckles a bit. “Forgive me, you’re a little unnerving.”

Nesta surprises him by letting a small smirk flit onto her lips, lifting her skirt as they descend the stairs. “So, what is the plan for the evening? Dancing? Food? Wine?”

Cassian places a hand on the doorknob, pausing to give her his own smirk. “Oh, no. Starfall holds something a little more hardcore than that.” Then he opens the door and watches as Nesta’s eyes widen in delight.

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College Confession #85

There are a lot of rock climbers who go to my college so climbing campus buildings and hanging out on roofs is pretty common. Well one night a kid made a plan to step it up a notch and haul a keg to the roof of the performing arts building. It’s a real modern looking building with this big pride rock looking thing jutting out from the edge of the roof, a perfect place from which to haul a keg up three stories. Amazingly, they were able to haul the keg up to the roof in no time flat. Well the party gets going and there are like 20 people up on this roof revelling in the success of their keg haul. 

The kid who’s whole idea this was, decides this is not enough. So he walks out hangs a rope from a point and decides to bungee jump off the building. He then ties into this rope with his harness and proceeds to jump off the building, falling in a graceful arching swing. But just as he does so, campus safety comes rolling around the corner. Imagine there surprise to see a student jumping off a three story building. Well the kid notices them, lowers himself to the ground and just takes off. Now the rest of the party is stranded on the roof, drunk, with a keg, and a lot of explaining to do. Or at least they would have been stranded had they not all been climbers. The ropes come out and the harnesses get donned as teams of two start rappelling off the roof of this building as it’s being surrounded by the cops. The cops were seriously unprepared for this and as they scrambled to locate the rappel point more ropes were tossed down and more students rappelled and escaped into the night. Finally, the cops made it through the building and on to the roof to find one poor remaining sole, one fairly empty keg, and the rope still dangling from pride rock.

Tl;Dr A bunch of rock climbers at my school hauled a keg to the roof of a building and had a party. One kid set up a rope swing and jumped off the roof alerting campus safety and the cops, but luckily everyone was prepared and rappelled off the roof, away from the cops, and into the night.

-University of Colorado 

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe do a drabble where Roy & Kori show up and give Artemis & Bizarro a 'How to Care For Your Red Hood' list of instructions? I'm pretty sure rule #1 on the list is 'When in doubt, call Alfred at ###-###-####.'. I can just see Kori, completely seriously, telling Arty Jay prefers stuffed bunnies to teddy bears for sleeping, or something equally embarrassing, lol!

Do I even remember how to drabble? Let’s see. 

***

Jason took one look at his couch and shook his head. “No.”

Artemis and Kory looked up from the list Kory held in her hands. Artemis smirked at him.

Kory smiled. “Jason, it’s good to see you. I was just taking Artemis through the list.”

“I hate the list,” Jason replied wearily. “You know I hate the list.”

“It’s necessary.” Kory cleared her throat and pointed to the next item. “Eight hours of sleep a night is ideal. Too little and he becomes injury-prone. Too much makes him cranky.”

“Kory, please.”

Her smile widened. “Hush, Jason.”

The front door slammed and Roy and Bizarro came into the living room.

“Jaybird!” Roy flung an arm over his shoulders, exchanging grins with Bizarro. “This guy is so handy! We just upgraded your security system.”

Jason opened his mouth, but was distracted by Kory pulling a teddy bear out from behind her with a flourish.

“And this is Teddy.” She held it out to Artemis. “He is Jason’s most prized possession. He won’t blow up a safe house if Teddy is present.”

“I’ve never seen that thing before in my life.” Jason scowled. “You’re lying.”

“It’s a cute bear,” Artemis told him, lips twitching.

Jason took a deep breath.

“Can share shelf with Pup Pup,” Bizarro added.

“Nope.” Jason shook his head and turned to leave. “I’m done with all of you.”

Flatterer

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”

Prompt:

44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words


“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.


Jughead Imagine - Jughead x Reader

[A/N: Not a very well written piece and a bit cheesy for me, just a little procrastination between longer fics and prompts to stop me from getting writers block! Not going to tag people in this one just because I’m not super proud of it like my others!

Based on this prompt: sitting outside of your house waiting for you to get home after you two had a fight.

You were walking down the dusky street of your neighbourhood back to your own house when you noticed him from afar, sitting on your porch. His finely shaped jaw was set in stone, he stared ahead but you were well aware that he had noticed you. Your stomach had lurched at the sight of him, you really didn’t want to deal with his shit tonight.

You started to walk along the path up towards your house and him, purposefully ignoring him just as he ignored you. You rummaged through your bag for your keys, clearly your parents were not home.

‘You been out with Archie?’ he sombrely questioned.

‘Mhm.’ You lightly hummed, you could hear your keys jingling in your bag.

‘I thought we had plans.’

‘Yeah well I thought those plans didn’t include Betty Cooper.’ You bitterly retorted.

‘I don’t see what the big deal is, you like Betty.’

‘Yeah I like Betty, Jug.’ You pointed, ‘Just not on our date nights!’ You huffed in frustration and firmly fished your keys from your bag; the multiple keychains chimed in your hand.

As you began unlocking your door you sensed Jughead standing from his position on the porch, he hovered behind as you stepped through the threshold of the door - Jughead moved to follow.

‘Woah!’ You stopped him in his tracks, using the door as a shield, his foot stood wedged between the door and the frame. ‘I don’t think so, Jug.’

‘Seriously?’ His face suggested that he had not taken your complaint against Betty very seriously.

‘You bet I’m serious.’

‘So we’re actually having a fight right now?’

‘What did you think this was Jug?!’ you asked incredulously.

‘I don’t know!’ He stammered, ‘Not a fight, that’s for sure.’

You glowered at him.

‘I am sick of sharing you. All I was asking for Jug was one night. One night away from our friends, one night away from the Blue and Gold! It’s all you ever seem to have time for anymore and whilst I support you, I just wish- I just wish you would have a little time left for me.’ You exhausted yourself and leant your face against the door frame.

‘(Y/N)-’ Jughead sighed, ‘all you had to do was say.’

He brought his face up close to yours, his face wore a sorry expression.

‘I shouldn’t have to say though, Juggie.’ You muttered. ‘You should want this as much as I do.’

Jughead placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you mirrored his expression and felt ice within you melting. He brought a hand up and lightly placed his palm against your cheek, he breathed in the scent of you and gently put his lips to yours.  

‘You are always the most important thing to me, sometimes I just lose sight a little but you always bring me back.’ He muttered against your lips.

pink-gardinias  asked:

do you have any headcannons for slytherins during exams and testing? like, how they would study, how intensely, where, with who, that kind of stuff💚

• the stress is real
• they try not to procrastinate but end up doing literally ANYTHING but studying (that’s how they end up in the kitchen at 3am baking cookies with their very tired hufflepuff friends)
• at some point they realise that they really do have to study if they don’t wanna fail
• flash cards. so. many. flash cards. seriously, they’re everywhere
• surprisingly organised
• either very pretty, cute notes or really messy ones, there is no in between
• study groups with ravenclaws
• a lot of students prefer to study alone though, they usually study in their dorm rooms or the library
• so much coffee and green juice
• lots of all-nighters
• crying the night before the exam and being comforted by the other slytherin students
• they still manage to look very put together
• students from other houses ask them for help with organisation, etc.
• basically once they’ve overcome their procrastination-phase, slytherins are the kings/queens/non-binary rulers of studying

- Céline

Dating Alex Standall Would Include...

Originally posted by noahsweetwne

My friend asked me to do a dating Alex Standall Would Include so this is for you Jenn :)<3


- Meeting him through your parents, your dad is a cop and is friends with Alex’s dad and one day they decide to have a family dinner together and that’s where you first meet Alex becoming instant friends.

- Alex asking you out, Alex asks you out after the ninth joint family dinner with the Standall’s, you’re both laying on Alex’s bed listening to a Keaton Henson song when Alex blurts out ‘Do you want to go on a date sometime?’ You’re shocked at first but agree in the end.

- Going on your first date, Alex takes you to a botanical garden where it’s so aesthetically pleasing all you do all day is take pictures and Instagram them, you eventually stop to sit down and have a picnic and actually enjoy the date.

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