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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 12 - Final Part(For now)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

AN: So we’ve come to an end until Season 2 comes out. I will continue to write FP and Riverdale imagines so if you don’t already please follow me for more. I am so in love with this fic and all of you have been so kind about it, I hope to continue it next season and I hope you stick around for that. Love you all!

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)(Part Eleven)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 3,947

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, 

The following few days that came after the discovery of the true murderer of Jason Blossom was a whirlwind of events. Clifford Blossom killed himself and was busted for hard drugs, the Blossom house and company was completely ransacked by the sheriff’s department, Cliff Blossom’s funeral (if you could even call it that), the Cooper’s reuniting and you constantly fighting with yourself to go see FP. 

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Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”

“Definitely.”

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THE FEELS - a comedy about the female orgasm
An improvised comedy about a lesbian bachelorette weekend that goes awry when one of the brides admits she's never had an orgasm.

What is The Feels?

The Feels is an improvised comedy about a group of girlfriends (and one dude) on a lesbian bachelorette weekend in wine country. Andi (Constance Wu) and Lu (Angela Trimbur) are excited to celebrate their upcoming wedding with their closest friends. On the first night, the brides and their friends get wasted, and Lu admits to everyone that she’s never had an orgasm. This admission comes as a complete surprise to Andi and derails the weekend in unexpected and poignant ways. It causes everyone to reflect on trust, love, and their journeys to experiencing their first orgasm.

Director’s Statement

Hello there,

Thank you so much for visiting our Kickstarter page!

So, The Feels is an improvised comedy about the female orgasm. I’m excited about this subject matter (LOL) because the female orgasm is something that is relatively taboo, and rarely discussed in our culture. And while the film’s concept could have been executed in a very broad, and predictable way, we’ve taken a grounded, improvised approach that explores the underlying dynamics that allowed this “orgasm deception” to take place.

I chose to make this an improvised film because I wanted to capture the funny, weird things that arise naturally among girlfriends. And I wanted to create a story where they talk about their sexuality in a way that feels real, and true, and particular. In order to achieve this, we cast a mixture of comedic actresses (Constance Wu and Angela Trimbur), stand up comedians (Ever Mainard and Josh Fadem) and my real life best friends (recording artist, KARYYN, and my co-writer, Lauren Parks).

I think that because of this approach, we’ve created a naturalistic comedic tone that is particular to The Feels, and I think that the amazing women in the film have something truly unique to say about female relationships and sexuality.  

Thank you again for your support, and we can’t wait to share this film with you!

xoxo

Jenée LaMarque (Co-Writer / Director)

P.S. Looking at the statistics on representation of women in film and television can be really discouraging. But it is my intention in my career to “be the change” that I want to see in the world. And that is why our movie was purposefully engineered to create opportunities for women, POC and the LGBTQ community. We are proud to say that we have an 80% female cast and a 68% female crew.

Why do we need your help?

We are so close to finishing! And we really need your help! While we have an amazing edit of the movie, we need help to cover color correction, post production sound, festival costs, and other expenses to help bring this movie to the world. We have found incredible collaborators, but need to compensate them. Please help us in adding that final layer of polish!

Don't Let Me Go

Request; Can you write an imagine where Spencer and the reader get in a fight before a case and the whole time Spencer is being passive aggressive with her until she ends up seriously hurt and he thinks she’s going to die before they got to make up? I LOOOOVE YOUR WRITING BTW ❤❤❤❤❤

Warnings; angst, gore, violence

A/N

This is kind of saaaaaad. Thank you for the request!



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“You never hang out with me anymore!” You yell as Spencer tries pushing past you to leave the house.

 "Y/N, I hang out with you all the time,“ he says calmly as you stare up at him accusingly.

"No, you don’t,” you frown. “We come home and you either read or sleep.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, move!” Spencer tries getting past again but you push him forward. 

“Are you cheating?” You accuse angrily. “Tell me the truth, right now." 

"I’m not cheating!” He replies incredulously. “Why would you even think that?" 

"Because you’ve been leaving every day and not coming home until late,” You reply, saddened. “I mean, it’s not like you have friends or anything.” The words left your mouth accidentally, and you regretted letting them free. Spencer’s calm demeanor had changed from calm to hurt and angry.

“I don’t have friends?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Spence, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” You tried to fix your mistake, but the damage was already done. Spencer was staring at you like you had just killed someone, and that someone being him.

“Then what did you mean, Y/N?” He questions with disappointment. “You know, out of all the people who could have said that to me, I never thought it would be you. I’ve heard it before, trust me. I guess bullies never mature.”

Bullies?” You scoff, taken aback. “Spencer, it was an honest mistake. It’s just that you never go out and the people who are your friends don’t go out like this.”

“Just save it,” Spencer cuts you off and shakes his head. “I have to go.”

You watch as Spencer leaves the house once again like he did every day. His satchel and coat in hand as he left without saying a goodbye. No kiss, no hug, no ‘I love you’, just silence. You didn’t want to believe he was cheating, but it was the only logical explanation. This was so unusual for him, and at first, you suspected he had fallen back into taking dilaudid, but you would recognize the signs and he wasn’t showing them.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you plopped down onto the couch and looked out the window to see Spencer driving down the street and then disappearing when he turned the corner. Your phone sitting on the end table beside you began to vibrate, you figured it was Spencer, but when JJ’s name flashed on the screen, you knew it would be too good to be true.

“Hello?” You answer as you press the phone to your ear.

“Hey Y/N, sorry to be bothering you and Spencer on a Saturday, but we really need your guys’ help on this case.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you brushed off the little sting in your heart at the mention of Spencer’s name. “I’ll be right there.” And with that, you hung up.

When you arrived at the BAU a little later than everyone, you hastily apologized for being late and quickly slipped into one of the chairs on the round table. Your gaze lands on Spencer, he’s facing towards the screen where Penelope is showing the murders and paying no attention to you.

“Damn, Y/L/N, did you miss the bus or something?” Morgan teases and you roll your eyes.

“Actually yeah,” you purse your lips and glance over at Spencer, “second vehicle that took off without me.”

Everyone diverted their attention Penelope as she explained the case, and you did too. You wanted to focus on every detail and let your mind focus on that instead of on Spencer. If he could ignore you so easily, you hoped you could do the same.

“You know, the unsub’s victimology looks a lot like Y/N,” Emily points out and everyone turns to look at you.

“You’re right, long/short h/c hair, e/c eyes, light/tan/dark skin,” Rossi observes all your features and nods. “You’re a match.”

“Well, we could use that to our advantage,” Hotch adds. “Only in extreme circumstances, though. I don’t want one of my agents getting hurt while getting used as bait.”

“I could do that,” you agreed, peering up at Spencer to see if he would interject, but he never did. His eyes were fixated on the files in front of him, scanning every word on the page.

“Alright, wheels up in 30,” Hotch announces and everyone gathers their stuff to leave the room.

You waited until everyone left and you hurried towards Spencer.

“Hey,” you greet, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “Spence, I’m sorry. Can we stop fighting?”

“I have to finish reading the case,” Spencer says nonchalantly as he walks out of the office with his face still buried in the file. You frown and head outside to meet everyone in the jet, completely frustrated with Spencer.

Once you landed in the unsub’s territory and reported to the local P.D., you couldn’t help but look back at the plane ride to here. Spencer ignored you like he had in the meeting room, and he talked to everyone but you. Usually, he would sit by you and the two of you would either talk or read something, but he avoided you like the black plague. You tried meeting up with him when he was getting coffee, but he poured it at the speed of light just so he could avoid speaking to you.

“Y/L/N, are you feeling okay?” Hotch asks you silently after he assigned everyone to different locations. “You seem out of it.”

“Yeah, just the case has me feeling uneasy,” you lie, but he takes it.

“Alright then, you and Morgan better get to the coroner’s then,” he nods towards the car and you agree. You slip into the passenger’s seat and wait impatiently for Derek to get into the car.

“Come on, Derek,” you call for him outside the window. “I’m not getting any younger here.”

“Alright, alright, princess,” he puts his hands out in defense as he steps out of the sheriff’s department. “No rush.”

“Yes rush,” you scoff. “People are dying.”

“What’s got you so mad anyway?” Morgan asks as he starts the car. “Trouble in paradise?”

“What makes you think that?” You question curiously as you look out the window.

“Your usual bubbly self is quiet and irritated, you got here late and without Reid. Plus, the kid’s not giving you the time of day.”

“That obvious?”

“You guys aren’t slick,” Morgan chuckles.

While the two of you are at a stoplight, a car pulls up beside you. A large, rusted white pickup truck. You feel an uneasy feeling in your stomach and you gulp as the man driving the car looks at you with such wonder and lust in his eyes.

“Morgan, the vehicle beside me matches the unsub’s,” you explain quietly.

“What?” Morgan looks to your side, but the car was gone. “Y/N, you sure you’re alright?”

Seconds after the question rolls off his lips, a car slams into the rear end of the car, sending both you and Morgan flying forward toward the dashboard with the seatbelts still holding you back. Morgan regains his composure quickly and tries driving off, but in the seconds that the two of you were off guard, the unsub had driven to face your side.

“Morgan, go!” You yell. Morgan had tried speeding away, but the unsub was quicker. The unsub smashed into your side, causing the whole car to turn over. Pieces of glass were digging into your skin and you could feel the blood trickling down your head as the car lied on its side.

“Y/N!” Morgan calls as the two of you absorb the third hit, flipping the car completely upside down. You began to cough violently, the world was spinning and you could barely focus. The street intersection was a ghost town except for the rusty truck parked beside the totaled squad car. A pair of boots hit the pavement beside you, causing all your blood to run cold. You attempted to unbuckle your seatbelt, but you noticed a huge piece of glass sticking out of your side. You peer over at Derek to find him unconscious with little to no scratches.

As you were reaching over to the control center to call for help, you hear the door beside you open and you’re met with the same black boots from earlier.


A/N

There is going to be a part 2 to this!! It would have been way too long to be one imagine so I am going to split it! Sorry for any mistakes ;’)))

BTS Scenario: Trying to Wake Up Yoongi

Min Yoongi X Reader

Thank you to @bubblessssss for the request!

Summary: You decide to take on the brave task of trying to wake up Min Yoongi after the other members claim that it’s too dangerous of a job. 

Word Count: ~2.8k

~I had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you all enjoy it!~

***I do not own the gif***

“Y/N…we really need your help.” You listened to Jimin say quickly over the phone. You could hear the other boys mumbling quietly in the background as Jimin spoke. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Just come over to the dorm. Please, hurry up.” He said before hanging up. What could they possibly be doing that required your help so urgently? Before your mind could wander and be flooded with thoughts that the boys could possibly be in danger, you quickly reached for your things and headed over to the dorm. 

Upon arriving, you were met at the door by Jimin who led you inside to where the rest of the members were waiting. 

“Okay…so what is it? Why did you call me over here?” You asked impatiently, wanting to know what could be so unbelievably important seeing as all the boys seemed to be okay. 

“Y/N, we don’t mean to be a bother, it just that we’ve been trying to wake up Yoongi hyung for the past thirty minutes and none of us have managed to do it,” Hoseok spoke up from behind Jimin. You looked at the group questioningly, they had to be kidding.

“You can’t be serious right now. This is why you called me over? It can’t be that hard to wake him up.” 

“That’s what you think, he tried to bite me!” Taehyung blurted out, raising up his arm to point to a red spot where Yoongi had tried to sink his teeth into Taehyung’s skin. Suddenly, you found yourself bursting into laughter at the six boys in front of you as they stared at you confusedly. 

“Will you just do it? We figured he’d listen to you since he wouldn’t dare hurt his ‘jagi’.” Jimin interjected, a hopeful look on his face. 

“You guys are ridiculous,” you said in between giggles, “but I’ll do it since you all are so terrified. I’ll show you how it’s done.” You replied confidently as you marched up the stairs to Yoongi’s room. Jimin was right, Yoongi would never hurt you and he’d certainly be happy to see his loving girlfriend coming to wake him up in the morning, right?

When you reached Yoongi’s room, you knocked on the door just in case the sleeping prince had finally gotten up. When there was no answer you carefully cracked open the door to see him still curled up in his bed. He looked so peaceful while sleeping and you almost didn’t want to wake him, but if the others really insisted, you’d do it.

“Yoongi,” you whispered as you tip-toed towards his bed. No answer. You tried calling his name again but to no avail. You stood over his bed and saw his face squished into his pillow and it took an immense amount of control to resist reaching over to poke his cheeks. In that moment, he looked like he’d never hurt a soul. Taehyung must have been overreacting; there was no way that this adorable slumbering creature known as Min Yoongi could possibly have tried to bite him.

“Yoongi, wake up!” You said a bit louder, this time shoving his shoulder lightly. He emitted a loud whine from under the covers before turning his back to you and pulling the covers tighter around his slim form.

“F*ck off Jimin, let me sleep” Yoongi grumbled. You let out a quiet giggle at the fact that he thought Jimin had come back to bug him. 

“It’s not Jimin, it’s Y/N!” You said, bending down to poke his sides. He let out a quiet grunt and shifted once again, but still, he refused to get out of bed. You figured you’d just have to try harder. You bent down further to lean over Yoongi, getting close enough to whisper into his ear.

“Yoongi, sweetheart, you have to get up. I came all the way here to wake you up, so please?” You whispered in his ear while gently running your fingers through his hair in hopes that he’d listen after hearing you talk so sweetly to him. He turned over to face you, cracking open one eye to glare up at where you were standing. Just when you thought you’d finally succeeded, he swung his leg out at you in an attempt to get you to back off.

“Min Yoongi!” You scolded, staring down at him in shock. It was no use waking him up nicely now; you were going to drag him out of that bed by his legs if you had to. 

“Go away.” Yoongi muttered raspily, pulling the covers over his head. 

You reached down to grab his arm and began to tug at him while keeping a slight distance just in case he decided to kick at you again. To your surprise, he suddenly reached both his hands out to grab your arms and pulled as hard as he could until you toppled onto the bed. 

“What are you-” you were cut off by Yoongi wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace until you couldn’t move. 

“If you won’t leave me alone, I’ll just have to stop you this way.” He mumbled in your ear before cuddling into you and falling back asleep. 

“Yoongi, let me go!” You cried out, wriggling around while his arms were locked around you. He grumbled drowsily in response while pulling you closer. How was it possible that he could hold such a tight grip around you while sleeping? 

You struggled in his arms until you were finally able to turn around to face him. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend could be so stubborn. However, there was no way you’d give in now, no, this had become a challenge. 

“Yoongi!” You whined loudly into his ear while kicking your legs around in hopes that you’d pester him enough that he’d let go long enough for you to escape. At long last, he slowly began to open his eyes. He squinted at the bright light pouring into the room, looking around before his eyes finally landed on you glaring at him while still stuck in his arms. He stared at you for a moment before yawning loudly and you found that you couldn’t stay angry with him for too long, not when he looked so cute in his dazed, half-asleep state. 

You wiggled out of his arms and sat up in the bed, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit up with you. You giggled at him as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, his hair sticking in every direction. 

“Jagi, you’re so mean you know that? Why did you have to wake me up?” He spoke raspily while pouting at you. Yoongi let out a whine as you reached over to attempt to fix his messy, mop of hair. 

“I had to! When am I supposed to see my wonderful boyfriend if he’s in bed sleeping all day?” You said jokingly, poking at his cheeks as he tried to swat your hands away. 

“I hate you.” He replied grumpily while running his hands through his hair, entirely messing up the work you’d just done to flatten it. 

“Well, I love you.” You giggled, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek before standing up. You looked down to see Yoongi lift his hand to where you’d pecked him, his cheeks beginning to burn a bright pink. You reached down once more to place a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at you in his flustered state.

“If you get out of bed, I’ll make you breakfast and I might even give you another kiss.” You teased, his cheeks turning increasingly rosier as he looked up at you. Leaving him in his embarrassed state, you exited the room to head to the kitchen. A moment later, you heard footsteps thumping behind you and turned to see Yoongi stumbling towards you. You shot him a questioning expression as to why he was in such a hurry now that he was up. 

“What? I’m starving.” He said, smiling timidly. You laughed before taking his hand and heading towards the kitchen where the rest of the members’ eyes widened in shock upon seeing that you’d succeeded when none of them could.

 You silently flashed them a triumphant smile before pulling pans out to make Yoongi’s breakfast. Of course you’d succeeded, he was your loving boyfriend after all, and waking him up was such a simple task. Besides, it’s not like the others would ever discover what truly happened when you entered the room to awaken the beast that was Min Yoongi. 

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MAMA VOTE

Hey guys I know that barely anyone really posts about MAMA votings on tumblr but ya’ll we need your help. Whether you guys are on twitter or instagram you must have heard that BTS is loosing their daesang vote and other votes too.

Please don’t get involved into fanwars and get by your day by voting and staying positive. The more we ignore hate the less time we waste.

Please don’t allow Exo - Ls hate affect your support for BTS in anyway.

I beg of each and everyone of you ARMY’s that if ya’ll can just spend some time voting for BTS.  contact @btsanalytics  on twitter on how to vote and making multiple IDs.

 Since the day the votings have started ARMY’s haven’t shown the spirit we had for previous votings.

WANNA SEE THIS HAPPENING AGAIN. THEN PLEASE VOTE

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YES PLEASE KEEP STREAMING ALL OF BTS SONGS RELEASED IN THE LAST 1 YEAR

I might sound like a hypocrite but this is important. BTS has given us so much and we need to give back.

Let’s cooperate as teamwork makes the dream work. 

Staying together till the end. FIGHTING ❤️👊

PLEASE HELP ME AND MY MOM!

I never really did these kinds of posts before, so I’m a bit nervous!

I gotten permission from my mom to make this post, and I really HATE having to ask people for money, but this is really important! My name is Mae (I’m 17 years old), and me an my mom are both disabled people! (we both have Digeorge syndrome, she had open heart surgery twice  while I only had it once when I was a baby. She has the down syndrome and I have ADHD, and a learning disability!)

Mama works really hard for what she can do for the both of us and we only rely on her boyfriend currently. They both fight a lot and he doesn’t take care of us sometimes, so we’re only left to deal with ourselves. Mom is currently searching for a job and she’s really broke right now, so this is bad for my education!

I fear we may be going to court due to my unexcused absences (the school is really strict) and I MIGHT be withdrawn soon because of that, mom doesn’t have that much money to keep putting me into online schooling so I really need your help! not to mention we haven’t had enough money lately and we haven’t been eating well at all!

We both went without eating this entire week and may possibly go onto week 2 without eating as well and I’m really starving, so money for school help and food would help us out if you can! I’m not asking for much, but $1 per donation would be good enough if you can’t do a lot!

While we’re on the topic of being broke, The holidays are coming around the corner and we’re too broke to buy anything! like I said above, we don’t even have enough for food right now and we’re trying our best we can to make with what we have. But donations for Christmas presents would be neat too! it’ll make me happy this Christmas since we’re broke this year to afford anything!

my mom’s paypal is keyshamason48@gmail.com

if you can’t donate, please boost this! it’ll mean a lot to me!

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d/n= daughter’s name


You rolled your eyes, as you walked closer to the Impala. You wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t urgent.

Sam quickly walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thanks, for coming, we really need your help.” Sam spoke, pulling away from you.

"Yeah, whatever.” you grumbled.

“Um, Dean is in the diner, getting some take out.He misses you.” Sam sighed.

You let out a snort.

"Misses me, oh wow, he’s probably flirting with the waitress.” you grumbled.

"I’m sorry, for what he did.” Sam apologized making you roll your eyes.

"You don’t have to apologize for your asshole brother Sam.” you grumbled, crossing your arms

“Y/n, I know you and Dean have bad history, and you’ve been staying far away from him as much as you can.” Sam spoke, fiddling with his hands.

"Not long enough.” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“His hurting too.” Sam sighed, as you glared at him.

“Does he want a medal?” you snapped, clenching your fist. your eyes full of anger.

"How is d/n doing?” Sam asked, changing the subject. it seemed to make you relax a little bit.

"Your niece, she’s fine. She’s staying at Jody’s so I would like to get this done with so I can go back to y/d.” You grunted.

"Y/n, I think you should tell Dean, about y/d/n.” Sam gulped, the look you gave him, made him uncomfortable.

"So, he can be with me again? I don’t think so.” you grumbled.

"He has to know he is her father.” Sam spoke.

"He lost that right when he decided to fuck someone else. I mean what guy admits his feelings then has sex with you, then has sex with someone else, an asshole does that. And I don’t want an asshole in my daughter’s life.” you snapped.

Just as Sam was about to say something, Dean interrupted.

"Hey, y/n, I didn’t know you were in this area.” Dean spoke, handing Sam his coffee.

“Apparently it was urgent and Sam needed my help.” you grumbled, glaring at Dean.

“Y/n, can we talk, alone?” Dean asked.

“No.” you growled.

“Send me, the details on the case, I ’m going to get something to eat.” You sighed, walking away from them.

“Do you think y/n will take me back?” Dean asked.

“Doubt it.” Sam sighed, as they watched you walk into the diner. 

“I still love her.” Dean sighed, looking down at the ground. His eyes watering with tears. 

Can’t live without you (Jason Todd imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  could you do one with Jason where you find you that he’s cheating on you with his ex, the bat fam knew about it too and you’re completely devastated, so you move away, but then come back a year later to Gotham since you’re this badass vigilante and you save Jason ‘cause he’s being reckless ever since you left, and maybe they reconcile and make up?
Summary: You leave town when catching Jason cheating on you, leaving behind a hopeless man.
Word count: 1041
Warning(s): cheating

You knew for a while that something wasn’t right, but you wouldn’t believe it until you saw it with your own eyes. Jason had become distant almost, his eyes blank when looking at you, his time with you limited.

 You were out running errands with Dick and Tim when you drove past the park and saw something you didn’t want to see. “Is that Jason,” you ask trying to see the man with someone very similar to his ex. “I don’t know.” Dick, who’s driving the car, says quite unconvincingly. “How long have you known?” You ask him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “A while,” He sighs, earning a sympathetic glance from Tim. “ Take me home,” You say firmly, and Dick doesn’t argue.

You exit the car, running up a couple flights of stairs to get to your apartment. You completely crash once you close the door, curled up on the floor, loud sobs filling the quiet space. You just didn’t want to believe it and now that you saw it with your own eyes, it was devastating.

In the following week, Jason tried to call, text, he even showed up a couple of times but you avoided him to the best of your ability. You gave in your two weeks notice, and started packing up your belongings, along with selling your apartment.

Jason was devastated, he knew what he did was wrong, but couldn’t help himself. He was sure that one of his brothers ratted him out, but when confronting them he found out that it was his own stupidity that got him caught.

It had been three weeks since it happened, and Jason was running out of any hope. His nightly nightmares had become times and times worse, he was having difficulty focusing on patrol, and it was becoming very dangerous. 

He was giving his last try to get you back, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he made his way up the same stairs you had ran up when you found out. Taking a deep breath and collecting himself, preparing for most definite rejection he finally gave a couple hard knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

After a couple of seconds of no response he knocked again, earning an annoyed sigh from the other side, “Hold on for a second,” an annoyed female voice that definitely didn’t belong to you spoke. Opening the door, Jason was in for a shock, a women, approximately in her mid thirties was there. “Where’s y/n,” Jason bluntly asks, “I don’t know who that is darling, I moved here only a week ago or so;” The woman sadly responds. Jay gives the woman an understanding nod, before turning and stomping away quickly. On the way out of the building he was in a rageful daze, throwing the flowers in the closest trash bin angrily before running home. For people that didn’t know what was going on, he looked like a drunk or druggie. 

For months no one knew where you were, you hadn’t contacted any of your friends, your family unaware of  your whereabouts, it was as if you had vanished off the face of the earth, just as you wanted. 

On the other hand Jason had become absolutely reckless, during the day he wouldn’t leave the house, and at night he was living out his anger in the form of complete chaos. His friends and family were terrified. He wasn’t taking care of himself and his injuries were getting more gruesome every night. If this kept going on, he would end up dying again.  

A year later, a lead would bring you back to Gotham, I forgot to mention that you are also a vigilante and no matter how hard life was for you, you couldn’t give that up.

You were running over rooftops one night, when you happened to bump into a couple of your old friends, or that’s what you thought they were until they betrayed you. “Nightwing, red robin, fancy meeting you here,” You bitterly say.

“y/v/n, thank god you’re back, we really need your help. It’s Jason.”   Tim says, in relief, but your face was cold, and had no sense of worry written anywhere. “Why would I want to help you? after all you did to me?” You ask the men, as they bow their heads in shame. “Look y/n, we know that you hate us, and we don’t blame you, but Jason is going to get himself killed, and he won’t listen to any of us. The only one he would listen to is you.” Dick explains.

Oh Dick always the dramatic one,” You roll your eyes, getting ready to leave, when you hear gunshots, going off on the street below. Looking down you see Red hood being shot at by thugs and he doesn’t seem to want to defend himself, he’s not hiding, not covering, he’s just being an easy target.

You see a thug getting out a heavier caliber rifle, one sure to penetrate Jay’s armor, and you had to act fast. Even though you told yourself that you hated the man, you still had feelings for him and you weren’t about to have a dead body on your hands.  

Grappling down, you quickly slam into Red, causing him to lose his balance and topple over into an alleyway. “What the hell,” He slurs, but you quickly cover his mouth, hoping that you won’t be heard.  He looks up at your face, a complete shock covering his face, tears welling in his eyes ever so slightly. 

When the ghost was clear, you finally released his face, struggling to get on to your feet. “y/n,” You ignored his pleads. “y/n please talk to me.” He begs.

I’m y/v/n on the field.” You say coldly. “Please y/v/n come back to me, I know what I did was really fucked up, but I can’t live without you,” He slurs, “Are you drunk ?” You ask suspiciously, his slurring seeming strange. 

When he doesn’t answer, you know he’s ashamed. “If you want to talk, come find me tomorrow when you’re sober. You know where I am.” You say, before fading into the night, giving Jason a new glint of hope for the future.


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“ “ I need some fluff with my boy can I ask for Connor x Reader with 14. “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?” And 15. “Can I kiss you?”

Warnings: fluff, swearing, FLUFF
Word count: 950-ish   Y/N = your name!! 

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College Tutor (BTS x Reader)

A/N: This story contains Poly!BTS x Reader(the reader is female). That also means that there will be some Boy x Boy scenes in here. Also if you can come up with a better title for this story, please let me know. I’ll give you credit. I pinky promise.This story is based off of a story line that I made in five minutes at four in the morning. This is the first chapter of probably many because I have shitty planning skills. PLEASE, let me know you think. I really appreciate helpful criticism. Also let me know if you see any grammatical errors, English is not my first language. I just realised that I’ve been up for thirteen hours and I just now decided to write a huge ass chapter for something that’s probably shitty.

Character Description: Common nerdy girl. Wears big sweaters, baggy pants. Nothing tight fitting and has glasses. Just had to throw that in there because well, I suck at figuring out how to describe a character.

~Enjoy the shit show~

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“Psst. Angel.” The librarian that I had recently befriended motioned me to come here.

“Hm?” I put my notes down, giving him my undivided attention as I made my way over to him.

“You still down for the tutoring job?” He grinned at me, “Please, for the love of all that is holy and unholy, say yes.”

I shot him a look, not really understanding why he was begging me to take the job.

“What’s the problem? Is it some troubled frat boy who can’t get his grades up?” I quirked an eyebrow up at him. Why does he want me to tutor this person so badly? I mean, I don’t mind the extra cash but the way that Jay, the quirky gay librarian, is practically begging me to take the job makes me a  little uneasy.

“Try three troubled ‘frat’ boys.” He put air quotations around the word frat, “It’s Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.”
I let out a low groan and shook my head no, crossing my arms in an ‘x’ position. There is no way I’m tutoring three of the seven infamous fuckboys of this small college.

“Please!” Jay grabbed onto my arm, “None of the male tutors want anything to do with them and all of the female tutors are begging me to pick them. Please, I need you. You’re the middle ground.”

“I think I’m going to go with the other guys and refuse your offer.” I pulled my arm out of his grasp, “Even if I were to try and teach them, I doubt any of them would take it seriously. You know they’re playboys. Just go pick one of the other female tutors.”

“All they’re going to do is flirt and fuck.” I raised an eyebrow at him, he never cursed around me before so it took me by surprise when he did. “That’s basically prostitution if you think about it. They’re getting paid to not teach them anything and to please them.”

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Dogs of Future Past - Part 33

Sans gets back to Toriel’s place, where it seems like people are finally starting to believe him…although perhaps it’s too little, too late.

Yes, am going with a mid-week update! This is going to be the last written part. The rest is comic from here on out!

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Kicking Ass- Steve x Reader

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse

Requested: yes!

A/N: I really enjoyed it, would you like an imagine series?

A knock on the door disturbed your silence, it was noon, your just got back from a long day in high school and all you wanted to was to have a good nap. You pretended to be asleep, which worked for only a few minutes as rocks started hitting your bedroom’s window.
You opened the window and yelled
“What the hell?!”
“Hey y/n, could you please come out for a second?”
You looked down and saw Steve Harrington, one of your classmates.
“Well what do you want?” you yelled back at him
“How about you let me in so I can explain?” he said back and you told him to wait.
You got out of your bed, jumped into your high waisted Levi’s jeans, put on a turtle neck shirt and brushed your teeth quickly.

You went downstairs to the front door and unlocked it.
“Yes Steve?”
“Oh hey y/n, I was wondering if you have batteries?” He asked
“Batteries? For what?” You questioned
“Flashlights, we need batteries”
“We?” You stuck your head out of the door
“Okay look y/n, I- I mean, we really need your help” Steve was starting to lose his patience.
“I’ll give you the batteries” you motioned him to come in
“Thank you” Steve came in and waited for you to give him the batteries.
“But only if you let me come with you” you stopped closer to him.
“You can’t” he objected

“Then I’m sorry, I can’t give you the batteries” you smiled and turned around
“Okay wait” he grabbed you arm and turned you around.
“You can come, but that’s at your own risk, you can get killed, or even worse-”

“Worse than getting killed? Sounds like an adventure, I want in” you smiled and slid in your shoes, grabbing a jacket from the chair that was next to you.

“You’re crazy”
“Trust me Steve… I know what you’re after” you said and raised your hand mid way, catching 2 packs of batteries that came flying across the room.
“What… Was… That” Steve immediately stepped back.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead, now let’s roll” you made your way out of the door, Steve behind you.

—-
“Why is she here?” A middle schooler called Dustin asked.

“Don’t ask questions and get back in the car Dustin” Steve said, sitting in the driver’s seat while you sat at the passenger’s and Dustin entered the car and sat in the backseat.

After a few minutes of silence you were the only one to speak up.

“So…”
“Did your girlfriend make you take one of her brother’s friends to a trip?” You laughed
“We are not together anymore” Steve said in a serious tone and you removed your smile.
“Oh sorry”

“Is Nancy single now?” Dustin joked and nearly got slapped by Steve.
“Eyes on the road Steve…” You said.

Steve parked at the old grave yard and you got out of the car.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked
“Kicking the demidogs asses” Dustin answered
“Demidogs?”
“You’ll… See” Steve answered


Time has passed and you met with 2 more middle schoolers, called Max and Lucas.
At this point it was starting to get dark.

Steve stood there with a bat and you just stood there waiting for one of those “demidogs” to appear.

“Steve! Behind you!” The kids started screaming and you finally understood what the “demidogs” are, you were familiar with them, being a “lab rat”.

“Y/N! Move!” Steve yelled at you and got ready to hit the demidogs with the bat.

You didn’t move but just raised your hands

“Steve. Move. Now!!” Steve ran away and you dropped two school busses at the demidogs.

“We should go now” you looked at the shocked kids while cleaning the blood that was streaming from your nose.

No one said a word, everyone entered Steve’s car and remained silent.

“I’m still waiting for the explanation” Steve said
“There’s not much to explain” you looked away

“Are you…” Lucas started
“A lab rat? Yeah” you answered quickly
“That’s not what I meant” Lucas said
“Do you think she knows Eleven?” Dustin asked Lucas

without a word you slid down your jacket paw and showed them your tattoo that said “009”

“We haven’t seen Eleven in almost year” Dustin said

“I haven’t seen her for even longer” you said back

After dropping off the kids Steve stopped at your driveway.

“Steve, stay over at my place”

“Oh okay, why?” He asked

“It’s late at night and I don’t want you to drive alone” you explained as you got out the car, followed by Steve.

You both entered your house and you locked the door behind you.

“Thanks for saving my ass today” Steve said
“You did pretty good yourself” you said
“Seriously, thank you for your help” he said and got closer

“I wouldn’t just help anyone” you said
“What do you mean?”
“If it were someone like… Billy from class for example, I’d pretend like I’m not even home” you explained yourself

“But why would you want to help me?” Steve was still confused

You just rolled your eyes and stood there
“Hey, I really like you” Steve broke the silence

“I like you too, a lot” you smiled and Steve leaned in to kiss you.

Little Sister [2]

Part 1

Characters: Sam Winchester x child!sister!reader, Jessica Moore, Dean Winchester, John Winchester (mentioned)

Words: 1800

[Just a little bit of fluff]

A/N: Kind of a filler chapter.

Your name: submit What is this?

”Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” Sam smiled after he had wrapped the blanket around you.

You nodded and smiled too, as if on queue feeling a slight growl in your stomach. You were indeed hungry.

Sam stood up and took your small hand again, starting to lead you out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

Soon, a plate containing half a P&J sandwich were placed in front of you, with the other half in your hands as you were munching away at the crust. It was the best Sam could muster up, but if he remembered it correctly, you used to really like those when you were little, the first time that is. Although, that seemed to be accurate the second time also.

Sam still needed to lure out any piece of information out of you. He needed to know everything if he would be able to fix this. The only thing he knew by now was that you weren’t completely de-aged mentally, because otherwise you wouldn’t have recognized him. So, at least some fragments of 22-year old (Y/N) was in that little mind of yours.

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Iron Man's Daughter

Request: Could you do an imagine where tony stark is your father and you go with him to peters house to recruit him? You’re an amazing writer btw:)

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“What’s his name again?” I ask my father.

“Peter Parker, we’re recruiting him for our team,” He explained.

My father, Tony Stark, adopted me when I was six years old after my parents had died.

We were battling other super heroes for the good of mankind. The thought of fighting my uncle Steve was weird, but i felt that it was the right thing to do.

We were on our way to recruit Spiderman to help us fight our cause.

We knocked on the door of a house in Queens.

A pretty woman answered the door. Her eyes widened with the realization that Tony Stark was standing in front of her.

“Oh my, uh- please come in,” she said hastily.

“We’re looking for Peter,” My father said.

“He should be home in a few minutes, you can sit and wait if you like,” she answered politely. “You must be (Y/N),” She said, referring to me, “you’re even prettier in person.”

“Thanks,” I replied as I sat down.

A few minutes later, my father’s flirting was cut off by someone at the door.

“I’m home, Aunt Mae!” A boyish voice called. “There’s some weird car outside, who-” He cut off, seeing us on his couch.

“Uh- Mr. Stark and (Y/N),” He said nervously.

He was much cuter than I expected. I grinned when his gorgeous brown eyes met mine.

“You won the grant!” My father winked and congratulated him.

“Peter, why didn’t tell me you applied?” his Aunt asked.

“I didn’t think I was going to win,” He replied.

“(Y/N), give him the run down of what we need. I’ll stay here and keep Mae company,” My father said.

“Um, okay,” I replied.

I followed Peter to his room and closed the door behind me.

“I didn’t really win a grant, did I?” He asked.

“No, we need your help,” I said.

“With what?” He asked.

“We know you’re spiderman, and we need you to fight with us in Germany,” I explained.

“I-I am not Spiderman.”

“Cut the crap, we know,” I retorted.

Then something caught my eye.

“Is that a poster of me?” I asked.

“Y-Yeah your one of my favorites,” He
explained.

“Do you think I’m hot?” I asked, blatantly flirting.

“W-what?” He said.

He was really cute, and if my dad could have some fun, then so could I.

“When boys have posters of girls on their walls its usually because they think they’re hot,” I taunted.

“I guess so,” he said, squirming.

“Peter, have you ever been alone in your room with a girl before?” I asked slowly as I made my way towards him.

“N-No,” he replied.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” I asked.

“No,” He said, looking down at his shoes.

I stepped toward him, forcing him to back up against the wall.

“Do you want to?” I said pressing myself against him.

“Yes,” He whispered.

I placed my lips on his, moving them at a painfully slow pace. Peter ran his tongue against my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth so that he could stick his tongue in and explore.

I took one of his hands and placed it on my ass, while his other slid under my shirt and landed on my breast.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed.

I felt his throbbing boner on the lower part of my stomach. I placed my hand on his bulge, caressing it slowly.

“Shit,” he added.

I slid down his body, pulling his pants down as I went.

“You don’t have to-” He said before getting cut off by my tongue circling his tip of his dick.

“Fucking hell, that feels so good,” He moaned.

I slid it further down my throat, stroking his shaft faster until he came in my mouth.

I swallowed his cum as he pulled his pants back up.

“Next time, it’ll be my turn” I said as he nodded, flushed and happy.

Just as he got himself together, my father walked in.

THE END.

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