who am i even talking to down here


warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.

❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet.  ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day.  ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself.  ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜

Originally posted by lehnsherr-stark

Originally posted by loki-is-sexiest-of-the-sexy

When Loki opened his eyes everything hurt. His body felt sore as if he had hit a mountain. 

“Finally. I thought you dead.” Loki frowned at you when you suddenly leaned forward and placed your hand on his forehead, humming approvingly. “No fever. That’s good.”

Loki pushed your hand away and hissed: “Tell me who you are and where I am.”

“Uh, a little bit demanding, aren’t you?” You laughed and tsked, pointing with your index finger at him. “I’m [Y/N], dummy,  and you’re not going to fool me. Not again. This is not funny anymore.”

“Fool you? Don’t you know who I am?”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Yes, you’re Loki. My husband and King of Jotunheim, brother and right hand of Thor, King of Asgard. Blah Blah Blah.” 

Immediately Loki sat up, ignoring the pain, and stared at you. “King? Husband? This is not real. I do not belong here.” He looked around. The room was warm and cozy but looked more like a room carved into a cave. 

“What? What are you talking about?” You tried to push him carefully down but he didn’t even move a centimeter. “Love, you hurt yourself. I don’t know who attacked you but who ever did that was very powerful. You’re still weak, you need rest before you can find them.” 

For a second Loki contemplated what might have happened to him. There had been a fight against the sorcerer Doctor Strange before the man had thrown him through a portal. He cursed silently. He had thought the sorcerer had thrown him through it to send him somewhere far away, but that was not the case.

“Listen to me carefully. I am Loki, but I am not your husband and certainly not King of Jotunheim. I’m from a different universe.” 

“Oh…okay…Who send you then?” You asked confused and stepped back, not sure if the man was like your husband, or a different man. 

“Doctor Strange.”

“Strange, your friend from Midgard? This is unfortunate, Loki, because Stephen is dead. For over a decade now.” 

“What?” He didn’t look sad or shocked but verry pissed. 

“He’s dead.” You said and sighed, thinking about a solution.. “But I think I can get you your- my husbands books. He has a huge collection and the kids would love to help us to find the right spell.”

Loki blinked. “Kids? You have children.”

“Yes, we have a bunch of them. Six boys and god bless, I hope the next one is a girl. ” You gave him a smile, but it vanished as soon as you noticed his pained expression. “Don’t you have children?”

“No, I have not.”

“Well, maybe one day you’ll have some.” You said, the soft smile still on your lips. “Come, we should find a way to bring you home.”

So, from time to time I help out my uncle, who’s a vendor. And the way he works is that he delivers the product, and depending on the store he’ll either stock it on the shelf or leave if for the workers at the store to stock. At the Food store with the Lion as a mascot, he stocks the product, and at the Lo-Bi he stocks it as well. At the Groker, he leaves it for the workers at the store to stock.

Now, he’s got awful knee and hip problems, like when he was younger he had to get extensive surgery on his knees and pins in his hips (not entirely sure what all he had to do). But, this man is 56 years old, and he offers me $30 to work with him on his extremely busy days plus free food. I of course normally help him, he’s like a father to me (and plus I just like having money. Broke college student and he’s offering 30 bucks and food?! Hell yeah). But boy do I have some stories for you here, and here’s just one.

One of which is this woman I’ll call D. D, I assume, bad never been in this store, since she was wandering around like she was lost. Also, just to clear up a few things about this story, I am only allowed to stock and deal with my uncle’s product. That’s it. I’m not allowed to mess with any other product, not allowed to change prices of anything, and I only stock what my uncle brings in (it’s chips, pretzels, cookies, and crackers btw). If my uncle doesn’t bring in sour cream and onion chips, well that just means we don’t have any to stock. I don’t even go to the back room unless my uncle is with me because I’m not an official worker of the Lion company.

But D doesn’t seem to understand this. She comes up and asks me where the milk section is. Now, I don’t mind pointing things out, I go to the Lion store often myself. I point out where the milk section is located and go back to putting up bags of chips. But apparently this wasn’t enough for D, because she just continued to stand there. I noticed she hadn’t moved and asked “Was there something else you needed ma'am?”

D started getting a little irritated with me. “Yes, I want you to go get the milk FOR me!” she says.

I’m a little taken-aback by this for sure. Like, I’m wearing jeans and a Black Veil Brides tshirt and a blue beanie. I obviously don’t work for the Lion company, and I’m sure people who DO work there wouldn’t appreciate her speaking to them like that. So I calmly just say “Ma'am, I’m sorry, but I only deal with this product right here that I’m stocking. I don’t actually work here, but as I’ve said, the milk is over there next to the cold items. If you’ll excuse me though, I need to stock the rest of this product onto this shelf before I go to the next store.”

And that set D off. She started yelling at me about bad customer service, and how she was gonna get me fired, and how she needed my manager’s name right now so I can be fired on the spot. I have bad social anxiety, so when people start yelling at me I either start crying or start to shut down (as in my resting bitch face comes out, my eyes apparently look dead or just extremely exhausted to some people, and my voice drops like two octaves. All semblance of the nice dude you were just talking to disappears). This was once of those times when I started to just shut down.

As D was yelling at me, I noticed my uncle (who looks like a lumberjack just btw, not even gonna lie) walking down the aisle to get over to me. So I just went “Ma'am. I have told you before that I do not actually work here. Now, before I am forced to call security, I think you should stop yelling at me. If you would like to talk to the person in charge of me, turn around and talk to my uncle, because I’m sure he’d like to know why some lady is yelling at his favorite nephew for something that is not my fault.”

D turns around and notices my uncle standing there and immediately starts yelling at him about how I’m an awful person and that I need to be fired right this moment for having horrible customer service. My uncle, without missing a beat, looks behind him and goes “Hey! T! Get this bitch out of here, she’s scaring my nephew!”

As far as I know, D was banned from the store for a couple of months. My uncle didn’t get in trouble at all, especially because I knew everyone who worked in that store and had known the store owner (T) for 6 years. He was the first person to offer me a job over the summer actually, but I had to turn it down because of a summer program at my college. He’s a nice person though, and fired one of his workers on the spot when they were saying some (pretty awful) transphobic comments to me.

Tl;dr: Lady decides to yell at me for not getting her milk for her and my uncle has the store owner (who practically treats me as part of his family) kick her out.

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”


“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”


“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.


“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.


The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said


“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.


It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.


“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.


“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.


“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.


Season 7, Time for a Wedding.

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader.

 A/N: This fic was written for Michelle’s 2k Follower Challenge. My quote was “Of course I didn’t leave it alone. Sue me.”

Summary: You have been hunting with the Winchesters for practically all your life, which makes you a co-protagonist in the supernatural books. There aren’t too many problems with that until you find out that Becky ships you and Sam together. And she’s loud about this particular hobby too, so loud in fact that your longtime boyfriend Dean might not stand her very much. But, whatever, right? Ships are harmless, or they are usually. They’re not anymore when she decides it’s time for hers to become canon, with a long-awaited (in her opinion) wedding.

Word Count: 3600+

Tags: @luci-in-trenchcoats @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic @mysoul4dean  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @1dstudyblr @bitch-i-am-a-dean-girl @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x  @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 

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Saved by an Angel

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Title: Saved by an Angel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1,911

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: Oh look, a Castiel fic that I have all ready for all of you! I hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park.  It was delightfully breezy and not too cold.  You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly.  You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye.  As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you.  You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.

You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you.  You had not seen him before.  You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms.  You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe.  You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.  He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right.  You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.

“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

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ready, freddie?

Fred Weasley felt the world come crushing down around him, the ground was shaking and everything around him was burning to the ground and the last thing he remembered was his older brother joking as he duelled. He had always made fun of Percy for being the stuck up one, for once he had let it go and Fred had to let it go, too. He felt his body become too heavy to carry and he slowly let it all go.

Fred opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place, he was staring at the ceiling but he had no idea what he was seeing. Then a strong set of hands gripped him and before he pulled him up he whispered “Ready, Freddie?” and he was standing but he could swear he just.. died. Fred turned around to see who it was that helped him stand up and was hit by the man’s striking resemblance to his mother. There was not one but two of this guy and he had heard about them from Bill and his mother. 

“Fabian and Gideon Prewett?”

“Exactly” they answered simultaneously and Fred suddenly thought about his own other half that liked to talk at the same time as he did. “George!”

“He’s alright Freddie, he is alright” said one of the twins as he put his hands on Fred’s shoulders. 

“Where the bloody hell am I?”

“Welcome to afterlife,” revealed one of the twins, Fred still had no idea which was which. He felt his heart clench at the thought of his mother not being able to tell him and George apart and how it must have been an awful reminder of her little brothers, everyday. Fabian and Gideon had the same structure as Molly but Fred could swear he could see George’s eyes looking at him.

“I’m Fabian,” said the slightly thinner twin as he extended an hand. Fred didn’t need to shake hands he needed hugs, firm ones at that. So he just ignored Fabian’s hand as he hugged the man who was unmistakably his uncle that he never got the fortune to meet.

“Alright, buddy” laughed Fabian as he hugged Fred back.

“And that makes you Gideon” Fred said as he pulled away from Fabian and launched himself on Gideon.

“Oh, he’s a smart one” teased Gideon as he patted Fred on the back softly. 

“It is an honour to meet you. Mom mentioned you and Mad-Eye talked about with so much pride–” Fred took a deep breath, he must be here too. The fallen warrior. “He is here isn’t he? Mad-Eye?”

“Of course he is ickle Freddie, he is with Dumbledore” replied Gideon as he pointed to Fred’s former Headmaster, who looked younger than he did his last year.

“Mad-Eye always told us how it took five Death Eaters to, umm–”

“It was seven, but who’s counting?” joked Gideon as he winked and Fred felt a shiver down his spine. How was it that even the way they talked was so reminiscent of George even though they have never met them?

 “Why am I here?”

“We are not sure ourselves, we think it is because we all have something in common and we all have something we’ve left behind, something we are not ready to let go of yet,” explained Fabian. “We weren’t ready to let go of Molly just yet then she started popping all of you out one right after the other and now we stay for the fun of it.”

“Not that there has been anything remotely fun ever since Cedric arrived,” interrupted Gideon, his eyes focused on something Fred couldn’t see. “We are so proud of you Freddie but you know, the good die young.”

Fred remembered the day Cedric left his now older life very clearly, nothing had been the same. He remembered the kind face of the Hogwarts Champion and the way Harry held on to him as they reappeared in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. 

“We want you to meet some people here if that’s alright, looks like we will be together for a while now” suggested Fabian after clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. Well, now Fred know how he got his ability to change subjects almost instantly.

“Do you remember that ridiculous map you used with Georgie?” asked Fabian.

“That map is not ridiculous, it saved our arses hundreds of times from Filch.”

“I think he is in love, Fabian” teased Gideon. “Do you know who owned that map?”

“Umm, the Marauders?”

“But do you know who they are?!” said Fabian impatiently.

“No,” answered Fred, a little taken aback.

“You have met Sirius and Remus right, Padfoot and Moony?”

“WHAT THE– really?!” shouted Fred, he had met the people who created that awesome piece of paper and he didn’t know.

“And that,” said Gideon as he pointed to a man who looked like he could be the twin of Harry, “is James Potter, or as you may know him Prongs.”

“You are fucking with me,” babbled Fred. 

“Now, now, Freddie did you kiss Molly with that mouth?” laughed Fabian as he stared at Fred with a shine in his blue eyes.

Fred was in awe. Him and George owed them so much and he had returned the Map to it’s owner’s son without intending. For the first time he felt excited, he looked up to them so much without knowing them. The original pranksters of Hogwarts.

“But there was a fourth one. Wormtail?”

“Peter Pettigrew. Well, fortunately that bastard is not here.” complained Gideon and Fred didn’t understand what was going on so he stared at the twins with a confused face. “He is the rat who betrayed James and Lily. He was their best friend, now he’s a pathetic mess of a Death Eater.”

“We know he is dead, he just never made it here even if he did, we didn’t see it. We were friends with him, too.” he said guiltily. “None of us understood he was the mole.”

“We should get back Gideon,” said Fabian. “We were watching the war with them, we got to keep an eye on them, everything’s a bloody mess at the moment.”

“Can I watch Georgie and the others?” asked Fred. 

“Of course you can,” they replied together and they walked next to the growing crowd around James and Lily Potter.

Until George arrived to where ever he was, Fred had a new home and apparently a new family, too. He stared down at his twins pain stricken face as he duelled a masked Death Eater with Percy by his side. 

For the first time ever they were separated and this was their final adventure together whether they liked it or not. Fred felt like he should start getting used to the fact that this will be the hardest thing they will ever have to do without each other.

“Ready, Georgie?”

Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.


Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

Lifting the Hammer

Originally posted by corneillee

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel
Paring: Avengers x Reader
Summary: You accidentally lift Thor’s hammer, not aware of what it means. The Avengers are shocked and they refuse to believe you can be a normal human and “worthy.”

“Hey Y/N, do you have my table ready?” Tony Stark said as he lifted up his Iron Man mask.
The rest of the Avengers followed close behind, entering the empty restaurant for their traditional post-battle shawarma. Ever since aliens tore through New York the Avengers made a habit of unwinding in the little shop.

“Your table’s right where you left it,” you replied. “Oh, and thanks for taking the battle somewhere else this time, I’m still picking up rubble from the last one.”
Your comment got a smirk from the Steve and a soft “sorry,” from Bruce.

You noticed there were two additions to the team, a quiet Russian girl in a leather jacket and a red man in a cape who clearly wasn’t from this world.

“Here,” you said handing the two newbies fresh plates. There were a few tired chuckles about Steve’s bad language and Clint’s farm, but the team was quieter than normal. “Let me know if you needs anything else,” you gave a gentle smile to the Russian girl.

You know the Avengers have the place to themselves for the day so you start cleaning so that you can leave whenever they do. By the time you get around to wiping the tables the mood has lifted.

“You have to admit though, Ultron was a little funny.”
“He was evil.”
“Yes, but you can be evil and funny.”
“That’s called being an ass.”
“Wonder where he got that from.”
“Hey! Language!”

You try not to laugh at their conversation as you clear the table next to theirs. The table is covered with empty trays, half eaten shawarma and Thor’s hammer. Apparently Demi-Gods don’t like their stuff to touch the ground. You think to yourself.

There’s no way you can wipe around the giant metal hammer so you lift it off the table and hold it under your arm by the handle. When you finish you set it right back where it was. You suddenly became aware that the shop had gone completely silent. Slowly, you turn around to find all the Avengers were staring at you, eyes wide and mouths hanging open.

“I’m, I’m sorry…Was I not suppose to touch it?” you nervously pull your hands into your apron, worried that you could’ve just tanked any cool points you had with the Avengers. No one responded or even flinched.
“I’m just gonna walk away,” you say trying to walk as calmly as you can to the back of the shop.

Originally posted by mysharona1987

“Y/N, could you come by Stark tower today? Great, thanks.” Tony didn’t really give you a chance to answer or to question how he got your cellphone number. The call caught you off guard, but the second you heard Tony’s voice you knew what it was about. So when you reached the top level of Stark tower and the elevator doors opened to a room full of the Avengers, you decided to face the issue head-on. 

“This is about that hammer, isn’t it? Look I apologized, I didn’t know it was a big deal. I won’t do it again-” Natasha cut you off mid ramble.

“Y/N, we are not here to interrogate you. We just want some answers,” she said.

“Like how you, out of all of us, managed to lift that hammer.” Tony said, waving his hands as he spoke. “What are you exactly? Alien? Experiment? Super solider?”

“I’m nothing. I mean, I’m just human.” you replied.

“That’s not possible. Humans have never been worthy. They are too…normal.” Thor protested. 

“Sorry I disappointed you,” you said bitterly. Thor’s comment made you feel degraded. If he thought so little of people why did he put so much energy into saving them?

“She’s far from normal,” Tony said flicking a screen up above their heads. “Childhood started out simple enough but then came the parents.” Pictures of your family filled the screen and memories you spent years burying filled your head as Tony spoke. He talked through your life like a class presentation, pointing out your ups and downs as if they were company statistics. “Divorce, addiction, even spent some time living on the streets. Y/N, your life sounds like a Lifetime movie.”

“That’s enough! I came here to apologize, not to have who I am and where I come from dug through and deemed not ‘worthy.’” You weren’t shouting but your voice rang through Tony’s living room.
There was no way in hell you were going to let the Avengers see you cry, so you abruptly turned back towards the elevator and jammed the buttons until the doors closed. Knowing full well Tony could watch the elevator footage you kept on a brave face until you were completely out of the building.

“Well that didn’t go as planned.” said Bruce. 
She wasn’t what we planned, she’s human,” Thor said, frustrated.
“She wasn’t what we wanted,” Natasha added.

“But,” said Steve “maybe she’s exactly what we need.”

Mc sleep texting

I’ve done this shit before but luckily I didn’t say something too weird lol

In the messenger, both Zen and Jumin are currently logged on

Zen: well, it’s bad enough that I’m stuck in this chat with you of all people.

Jumin: I do not enjoy your company either, you could always leave.

Zen: No, you leave.

Jumin: I do not take orders from you.

-Mc has entered the chat room-

Zen: Oh, mc! Glad you’re here.

Jumin: Hello.

Mc: Hi..

Zen: I’m glad you came in, or else I would have been stuck with Mr trust fund here.

Jumin: Like I said, you could always leave.

Zen: Jerk

Jumin: Anyway, Mc, what are you doing up this late? I just finished some work.

Mc: I was just bored.

Jumin: Ah, I see.

Zen: Well, it would be more boring talking to this jerk.

Zen: Mc, hear this out

Zen: So I’m rehearsing for this new role, and hopefully I nail the audition tomorrow, that’s why I’m up so late. The director said I should be an obvious pick for the final role, and it seems like it’s going to be big! 

Zen: Sadly, that means more late nights rehearsing and reading my lines, how am I going to get my beauty sleep? I can’t let them down though, I should give them my best, even without sleep. 

Zen: the tough life of such a talented actor

Mc: mmm…

Jumin: .

Jumin: She’s not interested in your story Zen.

Zen: angry emoji

Zen: Don’t talk for her jerk! Of course she is, Mc, what’s up?

Mc: I… have a liking to someone.. here..

Zen: A-A liking??

Zen: It’s me right? Oh I felt chills reading that message

Zen: wink emoji

Jumin: Don’t just assume it’s you.

Zen: I wasn’t talking to you jerk!

Zen: So Mc, who is the lucky man? Hopefully it’s me~

they went on chatting with Mc not replying for a bit, soon more members came in

-Yoosung has entered the chatroom-

Yoosung: Hey!

Jumin and zen were still bickering a bit before they notice yoosung, yoosung catch’s a bit of their convo about Mc liking someone

Yoosung: confused emoji

Yoosung: Oh hi mc!

Zen: Yoosung, did you hear? Our little butterfly has a liking towards someone here.

Yoosung: shock emoji

Yoosung: Who who??!

Jumin: We don’t know yet, she hasn’t been saying anything, probably due to Zen’s abnoxiousness.


Yoosung: sigh emoji

Yoosung: Aaw, but that’s romantic

Yoosung: blush emoji

Yoosung: So it could be anyone of us?

Zen: I suppose so

Yoosung: I hope it’s me

Yoosung: happy emoji

-Jaehae enters the chatroom-

Jaehae: it’s not.

Zen: lolol you don’t even say hi Jaehae lolol

Yoosung: cry emoji

Jaehae: I doubt she’d want to go out with a game addict, how’s your grades doing?

Yoosung: Jaehae, so mean! T_T

Yoosung: They’re… okay

Yoosung: star eye emoji

Jumin: I know Yoosung is a hard worker, try and get your grades up so that you can intern in the C&R company.

Jumin: I’d love to have you.

Jaehae: …

Zen: lololol eyeing young yoosung out are we?

Yoosung: shock emoji

Jumin: ?

Jumin: Anyway, I don’t know why we have this conversation persist, let’s leave it up to mc to decide when she wants to tell us who the person she has a liking to is.

Jumin: Either way, it’s not any of our business otherwise.

Zen: Well, true.

Zen: unimpressed emoji

-Seven has entered-

Seven: Wow! Zen actually agreed with Jumin!

Seven: could this be a sign of something coming?

Zen: knock it off!

Zen: Angry emoji

Seven: such a passionate response

Seven: that could only mean-

Jaehae: Stop.

Seven: hands shaking emoji

Jumin: I agree, let’s move on.

Mc: hgggjdk

Yoosung: Mc, are you okay? You’re typing odd today

Yoosung: confused emoji

Zen: yeah what do think is up

Zen: confused emoji

Mc: <3 <3 <3

Seven: heart emoji

Seven: ooooh

Seven: Could this be a sign? That the one who has stolen Mc’s affection is in this very room??

Yoosung: I-I hope so

Zen: wink emoji

Mc: we must.. prepare for the party..

Mc: tomorrow

Mc: Mew..

Jaehae: …

Jaehae: Mc? The party isn’t tomorrow, it’s still a few days from now.

Seven: Mew?

Yoosung: confused emoji

Seven: Zen, are you going to sneeze?

Zen: I-I no, not if the cat is, Mc..

Mc: need to invite long cat

Mc: Meow..

Seven: Meow!

Jaehae: Knock it off Seven

Jumin: It seems Mc is not herself.

Jaehae: Agreed, what could be the reason?

Yoosung: It’s almost sounds like she’s sleep talking, it’s cute!

Seven: Oh yes!

Seven: It’s definetly sleep talking but rather’


Jumin: sleep texting?

Seven: Ya.

Seven: lifting glasses emoji

Seven: Same as sleep talking, but with texting!

Jumin: There is such a thing..?

Seven: Yup, watch out yoosung, you could be next since you have a smart phone addiction~

Yoosung: T_T

Yoosung: Do you still think she’s going to tell us who she likes?

Jaehae: I don’t think it would count then..? I’m not sure.

Seven: Oooh~ getting a confession from a sleeping Mc, maybe she’s so in love that she had this subconcious pull to log into the messenger and confess her undying affection~

Yoosung: Blush emoji

Jumin: -_- emoji 

Jaehae: =_= emoji  

Zen: Ooh~ sounds like something out of a romantic movie! 

Seven: So who will it be?? Our handsome actor Zen, our cutie Yoosung, cat mom trust fund kid, slave assistant Jaehae, or your wonderfully cute adorable hacker SEVEN ZERO SEVEN?? 

Seven: Who will Mc pick??

(Yeah guys, who should Mc pick? I’ll write a continuation) 

When he is jealous / James Franco

First Imagine ever!! Sorry everyone 

1820 words. A short fluffy story with James Franco. Enjoy <3

We were invited to a fancy dinner party somewhere in the upper east side. It was half past eleven and we were still waiting for the other guests to come. At the beginning it was just like the usual. We were talking together with friends of us. It was getting boring so I decided to look around to see who else was at the party. I turned my head around to get a better view of the entrance. Then I noticed that James put his arm around my chair. I looked at him and smiled a little bit. I couldn’t tell why but today he seemed to be silent. When we were driving to the party, he didn’t spoke a word to me. It was just unusual of him. There wasn’t a single day where he didn’t tease me about anything. This time he didn’t make a joke how I looked, no not a single word to my hair, my dress, my shoes nor my oversized coat. I tried to understand him, it could be the stress because of his new movie. If he is all quiet I can be quiet aswell. Just don’t let his mood destroy your evening. An half hour later Seth made finally his apperiance.
“Look look, who do we have here, the Lady in Red. What do you plan today?”
“Hi Seth , good to see you, thank you” I smiled at him.
“Hi man, you should watch out for her. Some people would want to take her home”
“Just sit down Seth, we are waiting for you the whole day.”
“Big people need more time, then some tiny people”
“Yeah you bear, how did you even fit in that suit?”
“I didn’t eat for 2 hours. But now I am starving. Where is the damn waitress”

I listened to them how they talked with eachother and then it hit me. He wasn’t gloomy, no his mean and cold attitude was meant for me. He talked and joked with the others but everytime I tried to speak with him he just answered in short cold answers. An half hour later the dinner came. I was glad because I hoped I could talk with the both of them. But all I could do is to asure Seth that there will be more food then salad. In that moment James excused himself and went out to pick up his phone.
Immediatly seth sat next to me
“Hey __ what’s wrong with you guys? The last time I saw you you couldn’t get your hands of eachother and now you are avoiding your eyes from eachother”
“Seth, I don’t know what’s up. You tell me. Since we left the house he is ignoring me. I don’t want him to be this silent. What should I do?”
“I really don’t know. Are you sure you two didn’t quarrel?”
“Yes I am sure. We didn’t fight or anything. I don’t want to fight with him all the time.
"Should I talk to him?”
“No no, really Seth. I will ask him later myself. Thank you.” I squeezed his hand and smiled.

“So __ I will try to find a dessert. What about you?”, he asked
“No thank you. Enjoy yourself” I explained to him.
“Okay, watch out for my seat”
“Seth I will be out for a few minutes”
“Excuse me, Hi Anne could you watch out for my seat till I come back?”

I glanced around to see if I can find James somewhere flirting with someone. I didn’t saw him inside of the house so I decided to look if he was on the terrace. There he was standing like a handsome statue. when I stepped outside a cold breeze cam towards me. I left my coat on my place and I didn’t had the intention to go back without confronting James first.
I walked up and stood behind him away a few steps.

“What are you doing here outside?” , I asked.
“I went out for a bit”, he said without turning around.
“For what?”, I asked curiously.
“Can’t you see I am smoking. I have to think”, he burst out.
“James, you know you can tell me whatever it is”, I added.
“It’s nothing that concerns you. Now go inside!”, he shot back. This time turning around and giving me a angry expression.

without another word I turned my heels around and walked away. No I didn’t walked inside. I did not what he wanted me to. I wanted to break his spell. I wanted to make my own decision. I was sure that made him much more angrier but I couldn’t find a good reason for him to be this mad.

After two hours of going out of eachothers way and secretly stealing glances of eachother. The Party was going to the end. A few people were going home already. I couldn’t decide to stay or to go home. My head was confused and tired at the same time. Sitting on the stairs outside on the rooftop.
I was breathing the cold breeze into my lungs hoping to get distraced. The current Situation of James and me disturbed me more then I wanted. Since months I have waited for this event and now this. I spend hours to find the maching shoes for this sinful expensive dress. I smiled, remembering how he surprised me with this dress a few weeks ago. Unfortunately I hadn’t much fun today as I hoped. I closed my eyes to rethink about everything what happened today. I was hurt this evening. This time it was not Seth no. it was James. The Man who confuses me where we are standing. I still don’t know what I am to him. This is so annoying. I wished I was at home with my girls talking and watching old movies. As tears started to come, I tried to blink them away. I closed my eyes and told myself that this will be over in one hour.
When I was in deep toughts, I felt that a presence sat next to me. His scent was too strong to ignore. I knew exactly who’s scent it was. it was James’s.
At first I didn’t open my eyes, maybe it was my imagination playing a joke on me. Until I heard a smoosh sound and felt  a wet spot on my bare shoulder. I opened slowly my eyes and I was welcomed by a handsome man named James Franco, leaning to my shoulder and kissing the same spot again but this time looking into my eyes. The man that promised that this night would be precious. Indeed it was distant and cold. I didn’t want to talk, so I turned my head around the the other side, not facing him.

“___ let’s talk”, he pleaded, while leaving soft kisses on my shoulder. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I tried to stay calm but I stiffened and couldn’t make a move. I was not scared or anything. No I was mad and angry at the same time. How could he act like nothing happened at all.
“Are you still not talking to me?”, he murmured. This time kissing me cheek.
“Stop it James!”, I responded, trying to sit apart.
“I can’t”, he exclaimed, sneeking another kiss.
Where was the cold James Franco a hour ago. What’s the meaning of this, I asked myself.
“You have to!”, I said much more powerful, then expectet. I was furious.
“But I don’t want to”, whispered James looking into my eyes teasingly.
“Oh really James. What is it what you want?”, I asked him.
“I want us”, he replied in a simple way. He said that like it was the easiest thing to say. We waited for any reaction. But we both knew what he meant. When I saw the pleading look on his face. I gave in. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in. Then I remembered why I was so mad.
“You are Unbelievable! You always get what you want. This is so typical of you!”, I pointed out.
“What did I get. Did I get you?”, he asked in a low voice.
“That’s not what I meant. James, it annoys me so much, that you were cold the whole evening. Not to others you were cold and distant just to me. First you push me away and then you come and want to cuddle. I am not a cat James! You always do that”, I scoffed. Finally I had my tongue back. I could fight back.
“I am sorry”, he began. I looked at him and my gaze softend. I couldn’t be mad at him. Not when he looks so good. not in that suit.
“Don’t be mad. I don’t want to argue with my cat. You know that.”, he continued, with his sincere apology.
“Then tell me, tell me whats up on your mind”, I whispered. I leaned my head on his chest and we were making us comfortable.
“Sorry, Kitty. I can’t”, he explained.
“Okay that’s enough I am going”, I proclaimed and stood up.
“Wait __!” he took my hand and guided me to sit down.
“Spit it out James”, I threatend.
“Well it’s not something usual. Men doesn’t tell this to women but..”, he grabbed my hand and interwined our fingers. I looked at him in the eyes and waited.
“I’ve got really mad today. Well it’s because it’s this party and all the men here looking at you like that. Just the thought that someone would do something to you. It’s the dress that drives me mad. A few weeks ago I thought it was a good idea to get this dress but now I hate that dress. When we are at home I will burn this piece of red. It doesn’t suits you at all”, he pointed out.
I looked down at myself and I got confused. Everyone complimented me this evening, except for him. Afterall it was a beautiful dress. It was a beautiful red and it was a little bit to much open at the back but after all it was just a dress. He was the one who picked out the dress and now he is regreting it.
“Wait, are you jealous of the people here?”, I proclaimed
“No, I never said that”, he whispeder, looking everywhere but me.
“That’s enough, I don’t even know why I still talk to a 5 year old boy, who is certainly jealous over a dress”, I scolded. I stood up and folded my arms infront of me. Signalising him to shut up.
“Then let’s not talk. Let’s just get home. We can drink wine and just not talk.”, he stood up aswell and holding my hands in his.
“Jerk, just accept that you were jealous”, I took his hands and dragged him inside to the party.

Here’s one example of how Shawn is going to ruin any chance I have at getting a boyfriend or even just paying attention to boys in general: (Aside from the fact that I am waiting for a boy to live up to the person I think he is.) I literally just completely ignored this cute guy who was walking by and slowed down to say hi and talk to my friend standing next to me because I was so consumed with looking at Shawn’s insta. I normally say hi to him and I had like a really good conversation with him the other weekend, but now he probably thinks I was purposely ignoring him when really i was too distracted by Shawn and didn’t realize he was even there…….

Borrowed T-Shirt (A Kyungsoo One Shot)

“It’s 10,000 words! How am I supposed to write 10,000 words?” Shinah complained loudly from the bed, kicking her legs in frustration.

“I don’t even know 10,000 words.” She looked down at her assignment sheet with a frown.

“Dummy. They don’t have to be unique words.” Kyungsoo, said flatly without looking up from his computer screen across the room.

“Nobody asked you Oppa!” Shinah shouted in his direction.

Kyungsoo looked up at Shinah and raised his eyebrows. Then he waved to the empty room in a huff.

“There’s nobody else here. Who the hell are you talking to?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

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Maybe you can help me (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Requested by: Anon

Request: Can I have a Bellamy imagine, please? With prompt numbers: 19, 35, 67 & 72. Thank you so much!

 A/N: Thank you for your request. I hope you like it. Feel free to send me a feedback.



19.“Just talk to me”

35.“I need a place to stay.”

67.“You’re too good for this world.”

72.“I’m here for you.”


Originally posted by neshamaprincess

“Maybe you can help me” ( Bellamy Blake x Reader)

“Can I come in?” you ask before go inside of his tend. You always do. Not bothering to hide your tears anymore. “I need a place to stay”. Your words came out and you feel your eyes filled with new tears. Your heart hurts. Your body hurts. Even your mind hurts.

The boy who was lying down on the bed, make his way to you, grabing you into his arms. “It happened again.” He concluded, you nodded, without a world. Yeah, it happened again. He cheated on you again. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Just talk to me, ok?” His voice are calm. You feel confortable with him. You Always did. Even in the Ark, when your are growing and the kids are making fun of you, he was there.

“Why am I like this, Bell?” You open your eyes and looked at him. “Why can’t I have someone that love me?” His mouth open and closed a pair of times, and you realise that he doesn’t have the answers. Of course not. You kiss his cheek. “Forget it. Thanks for let me stay.” You took you shoes off and lie on his bed, watching his making the same way and lying next to you. He puts you close to him, clean your cheeks. He sighed before looking at you.

“Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. I mean, your taste for guys, maybe.” You let a small smile grow at you lips. “You’re too good for this world and you don’t even realise that.” One of his hand are kidding with you hair and the other bring you more close to him. “You’re not comming back. Not to him.” Your smile is gone. “I can’t see it happen. I can’t see you hurt anymore. I know you don’t love me in that way, but…” He pauses, making sure you understand all of his words. “I love you and I can’t stand see him making you cry anymore.” He finished.  You don’t have words. You actually have, but they still stuck in your mouth.

He look to ceiling of his tend. “It’s ok, Y/N. I just want you to know how I feel about it, because…” you interrupt him leaning you lips into his own.

“You are right, Bell, about everything. I love him, but I shouldn’t. I want to love you.” You say it looking at him, some tears running down again. “Maybe you can help me with this.”

And he did. He did.

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Not Alone Anymore


Prompts: 17.-“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 
43.-“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

45.-“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.” 
126.“You’re not interested, are you?”

Summary: Reader, Lincoln’s sister, runs from Arcadia because she can’t bear any longer how skypeople treat her. Bellamy finds her and convince her to come back, because he needs her.

Word count: 1570

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I was furiously punching and kicking the punching bag putting all of my anger to each punch.

With every next day I was getting more and more crazy. I didn’t know how much strength was left in me, but I was sure it wasn’t much.

I had agreed to come here with Lincoln because I had been promised better life. But after a month of being there I knew it was just a lie.

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Oh how the tables have turned: a Luke Skywalker x Reader imagine

Requested: Yes and omfg I had a fun time writing this! Challenging but I really hope I did okay?

Summary: Y/N is the apprentice of Darth Vader and she is requested to kill someone but some shit goes down and just read bc I love how this turned out okay just read btw this is written in Y/N POV if you can’t tell okay now go


“Y/N” my Master calls for me from his chamber. It’s sometimes hard to hear him because of his mask, quite a turn off if I do say so myself. I rush over to the chamber, making sure I do not keep him waiting for too long. I do not want to repeat what happen last time I disobeyed him. I didn’t know I could turn purple but it looks like you can if you don’t breathe for a long enough time.

“Yes, Master?” I say, entering the chamber.

“I have a mission for you,” I can practically see the grin Master Vader has on his face. I jump a bit before proceeding in his direction. I haven’t been on a mission since we invaded the Resistance ship being run by Princess Leia.

“It’s quite different then the last. Be mindful of your thoughts young apprentice I will not tell you again,” Master Vader scolds before continuing. “It may be more difficult but if you can do this one task for me your training, young one, will be complete.” 

“Is that so Master? Then I shall not fail you. You have my word,” I bow in respect. 

“Your word means nothing to me until you have fulfill what I have asked of you. Now for your mission. Luke Skywalker has been spotted on the planet Alderaan. To complete your training I need you to find him but do not kill him. That is to be left for me. I have some unfinished business with young Skywalker. Find him and bring him back to me here. If you have to seriously injure him so be it. But if you kill him well then I’ll be forced to do the same to you,” Master Vader says darkly. 

“I will not let you down Lord Vader,”

“Off with you then.”


Now I love missions. They’re the best part of my training. But one I have never been on a mission alone, two I hate this piece of shit planet, and three how in the holy Death Star am I supposed to find a fucking Jedi on this huge planet? Especially one as skilled as Luke Skywalker. He could be hiding in the shadows of who knows where just waiting for the right time to come up behind me with his pretty, blue lightsaber and slice the galaxy out of me. Now on this planet I know there are some people willing to tell the apprentice of Lord Darth Vader where the sightings of Luke Skywalker have been, but I just need to figure out who they are and where to find them. 


Walking into a local nightclub of Alderaan I am hit with the horrible stench of sweaty bodies of all species and death sticks. I’ve been walking around this pile of crap planet for hours now and I’ve only talked to three people about where Luke Skywalker has been seen. All of which have said near this general area of this nightclub. I figured even Jedi like to have a little fun and let loose a bit so I came in here. That and because I’ve been walking all damn day and I need a place to sit down that doesn’t have sand or something dirty or poisonous. 

Sliding into a seat near the back of the club I people watch for a bit before I see someone in a dark robe make their way towards me. Automatically my senses start going off. Luke is here. And he is heading my way. Taking the seat across from me the dark figure doesn’t remove the hood of his robe. We sit in silence for a few minutes before the figure speaks.

“I’ve been hearing around that you’ve been looking for a Luke Skywalker,” I take a sip of my drink slowly. Trying to calm my nerves and play cool.

“Maybe. Who’s asking?” I say, slamming my drink onto the table. The figure doesn’t even flinch. 

“Someone who’d maybe know his whereabouts,”

“Is that so?” I ask, leaning forward.

“It is,” the figure mimics my actions. I smirk.

“Well, then maybe I have been asking around for this Skywalker. But what’s it to ya if you won’t even let me see your face?” the figure slowly slides out of the seat in front of me. I grip my lightsaber underneath the table. Luke swiftly takes the hood off from his robe, extracting his lightsaber at the same time with his right hand. I do the same jumping atop of the table. I bash my saber into his a few times before jumping down. The music in the club comes to a stop and all eyes are on Luke and I. 

We battle it out, moving throughout the club; Luke’s saber coming close to my face one too many times. I am running out of time. If I want to get him back to Lord Vader before tomorrow I need to get him down as soon as possible. But Skywalker has had more training than I. But I am doing pretty good holding my own.

“The lightside of The Force is strong within you. I can sense it,” young Skywalker says while his saber screeches with mine. 

“You’re foolish, Skywalker. The lightside of The Force is more than dead within me,” I reject, taking another swing at him. He blocks it before smirking at me.

“Let me help you Y/N! I know this isn’t you! This isn’t the bright girl I knew not so long ago,”

“There is no helping me Luke. The darkside of The Force is too powerful and strong within me. Your senses are mistaken,”

“No, I am not. You were the best in our class. The brightest most intelligent and lightest young Jedi I have ever met. Please Y/N, let me help you! I know there is light. I can see it in your eyes. I can help stop the pain and confusion. Just let me help you!” Luke pleads. Can he not see that there is no helping me? I was lost long before he ever realized. There is no other path for me except dark.

“Stop trying!” I scream, taking a jab at him. He blocks it and pushes my saber to the left, making me lose my balance. Falling to the ground, Luke kicks my lightsaber out of my hand. Placing his glowing, blue saber at my neck.

“No! I will not stop trying! I have been looking for you for five years Y/N! Ever since you joined Darth Vader to be his apprentice I have been looking for you. I’ve talked to Master Yoda, he senses the light in you. As do I. I know the darkside has not fully corrupted you!” Luke yells. 

“I am staring at you right now, and I can see the fear in your eyes. If you could not be saved I would see nothing but a Sith. You are the lightest person I have ever met. Please stop torturing yourself and come home with me. Come back to where you belong. Darth Vader can teach you nothing but hatred. I can help you and teach you light again but please,” his voice breaks. “Stop killing yourself and come home with me, my love. Please let me wrap my arms around you again and let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you giggle uncontrollably and tell me I’m always being too sweet to you. Please. Let me be too sweet to you again.” I feel my head begin to spin as all the memories I have been trying so hard to push out of my brain come flooding back in all at once.

Luke and I use to be lovers. Even more than lovers. Luke and I were to be married before I heard the calling of the dark side and went to it. I never felt the power of the dark side until I was in the presence of Darth Vader on my fourth mission with Luke. I was too weak to not go to it. I was too power-hungry. Once I heard the calling of Lord Vader promising me all the power in the Galaxy whilst being by his side. I ran to him. Not caring that I would be hurting Luke in the process. I was too driven by the thought of being all mighty and powerful to care. 

“Y/N please, my fiancee, look at me,” I look into Luke’s big, ocean blue colored eyes and see the love he had for me five years ago still present and as loving as ever before.

My eyes begin to become teary. “Lu-Luke,” I stutter taking a breath. “I want to come home.”

Prompt List

i compiled some different prompts from different links. send me a pairing and a number (and add a genre too, eg. fluff, angst, sfw, nsfw etc. if you want specifics)

compiled from (x) (x) (x)

  1. “I don’t hate you.” 
  2. “Maybe there’s more to me than what meets the eye.” 
  3. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
  4. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
  5. “Why are you stealing my clothes?” 
  6. “It’s nothing personal.” 
  7. “The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.” 
  8. “You’ve got that whole drunken-sway thing going on.” 
  9. “Tell me what you want me to say.” 
  10. “There was a time I thought I loved you.” 
  11. “No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.” 
  12. “I’m just as fucked up as you are.” 
  13. “This is bad, right?” 
  14. “This is damaging my self-esteem, I hope you know.” 
  15. “I am here to grace you with my presence.” 
  16. “I don’t want to ruin you.”
  17. “I just want a hug.” 
  18. “My entire universe is/used to be you.” 
  19. “You won’t scare me away.” 
  20. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
  21. “We need to talk.” 
  22. “I don’t understand why you feel like you have to keep stuff from me.” 
  23. “I really don’t care what you think.” 
  24. “Creativity is not my strong suit.” 
  25. “There are some things we never bring up; that was one of them.” 
  26. “If you drop me, I’m dragging you down with me.” 
  27. “Life was so much easier when I hated you.” 
  28. “Sometimes… it’s hard, to learn to care about someone.” 
  29. “Would you like some fries with that attitude?” 
  30. “But I do love you.”

I’ve fed mouths that have talked bad about me. I’ve wiped tears from the same people that caused mine. Picked up ones that have tried to knock me down. Did favors for those who couldn’t do none for me. Been there for the ones that left me. Crazy? Maybe. I do not lose myself in the hatred of others. I continue to be me because I am who I am. Life ain’t easy. So even through all the bullshit, I’ll still be here.

What Happens In Vegas: Part 8

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: To celebrate reaching 4k followers today, I decided to put out part 8! Sadly, I’m so busy that I never have time to do decent celebrations. But i want you all to know how amazing you are, and how much I appreciate and love you. You guys are so amazing, and I do this for you. Thank you to my amazing friend @bovaria for looking over this for me. She is one of the biggest reasons why I am even somewhat established in this fandom, and I love her so much. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from all of you ♥

Word Count: 1,287

- language.
- slight violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“Steve!” you shrieked, as Bucky’s back made contact with the floor with a dull thud; the back of his head bouncing off the carpet, a thick trickle of blood running down his lip from his nose. “What the fuck?!”

Steve’s fist was still cocked back, waiting to distribute another blow. There was a splatter of Bucky’s blood across his knuckles, his chest rising and falling, his face and neck turning angry red. You immediately felt like you were going to be sick, your stomach churning inside like a stormy sea.

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