James and Remus
James: We either die free, or die trying!
Remus: Are those my only choices?
James and Remus
James: We either die free, or die trying!
Remus: Are those my only choices?
Love on a Ferris wheel
This was a request! If you want Valerie and Santana to go on more adventures just send a request. Now please enjoy ⭐️🖤💗
It was senior ditch day, and the glee club had decided to go to six flags. Valerie and her girlfriend sat in the back of the bus kissing for most of the ride.
“Hey you two get a room” Tina joked.
“Step down Wednesday Adams. You’re just jealous.” Santana replied then went back to kissing Valerie right after.
The rest of the bus ride was very chaotic. Everyone singing, Rachel yelling to shut up because she has a headache, Mercedes joking around with everyone, etc.
After an hour of madness, the bus finally slowed down at the entrance of the park. Smiles and cheers filled the air as each couple stepped of the cramped bus and started making plans.
“So meet for lunch at 12-“
“Oh please I’m gonna be with Val the whole time”
“Yeah I’m not going to let my sister be groped by you all day”
“Guys stop gross-“
“Is it only gross because they’re gay because that’s homophobic. You know I have two gay dads-“
“GUYS!” Finn shouted. “We’re staying together. Santana and Valerie you are not doing it in six flags Rachel please stop bossing everyone around.”
This made Valerie and Santana roll their eyes but they eventually gave in and followed the group. They went on multiple roller coasters and Santana even won Valerie a teddy bear that they decided to name princess strawberry. The sun was starting to set and the individual couples started to get more romantic. The two girls eventually snuck away from the group and decided to ride the Ferris wheel together.
Valerie gave her ticket first and sat in the first seat while Santana went after and appeared to take a little longer to give the man her ticket.
Finally the ride started to move and the two lovers were having a grand time. Until the ride stopped at the very top.
“What happened? Did the ride stop working?” The head cheerleader asked.
“Don’t worry babe, I payed him an extra ten bucks so we could watch the fireworks from the top.”
“Aww baby you’re so sweet! I love you.”
There was a moment of silence. They never used to L word before. It was kind of frightening.
“I-I love you too!” Then they both leaned in for a kiss and as soon as their lips touched, fireworks went off. They pulled apart and just watched the sky get illuminated with all the beautiful colors.
———————-twenty minutes later——————
The two girls met up with the rest of the group, not before getting a knowing look from Mercedes and an angry look from Valerie’s two brothers. Everyone got back on the bus, and the two girls cuddled in the back seat.
“For making this the best senior ditch day.”
“BEING BEST FRIENDS/PARTNER IN CRIME WITH LEE JORDON, AND HIM BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU, BUT YOU TELLING HIM YOU CAN’T BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM BECAUSE YOU’RE ASEXUAL (HARRY POTTER)”
The two of you ran as fast as you could, away from the castle and to the Quidditch Pitch, towards your usual hideout in the announcer’s booth, far away from any professors by the time your prank was discovered.
“Hurry up!” Lee yelled from ahead of you, slowing slightly as he looked back. “Pretty sure Madam Hooch has eyesight like a hawk!” He held open the door of the tower for you and you ran up the wooden stairs two at a time, only resting as soon as you made it to the empty announcer’s booth, your perch away from the world.
“Nice work,” you said, laughing, out of breath as you sat down on the floor, back against the wall. “I think we’re in the clear.”
“Couldn’t have done it without your help,” Lee said, and you noticed a shift in his voice, different from your other victory celebrations after a successful crime. “Oh, um… so I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Yeah?” Your heart began pounding as you realized what he was going to say, realizing that you were going to have to tell him.
“…well… I really like you. You’re a great friend… but I like you more than just a friend, you know? I wanted to know if you… if you feel the same way.”
“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to tell him, if he would understand. You took a deep breath, planning the words in your head, something you had practiced to yourself long before, knowing that this was coming. “Lee, you’re one of my best friends. But… I don’t think of you in that way.” You paused. “I’m asexual. And I don’t think a relationship is something I want.”
Your friend was quiet for a moment as he looked out onto the pitch from the window and you swallowed, the seconds ticking by. “Oh, that’s all right,” he finally said. “I just wanted to tell you because I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t, but I get it. I mean, we can still be friends, right?”
“Of course. I don’t… I’m sorry if…”
“Look,” he said raising his hand. “You’re still my friend!” He grinned. “Just not like that, yeah? It doesn’t mean anything has to change. If you’re not interested, you’re not, and that’s fine. All right?”
You smiled back. “All right.”
Warnings: profanity, gore, violence, sex or mentions of it, alcohol, drugs, smoking (not all of these are in this part this is just an overall description of what’s in the series)
Notes: based on the walking dead, takes place before the apocalypse
A/N: the plot is obviously not mine but the writing is so please don’t copy it! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and I will try and update it often <3
Also just wanna give a heads up I will be putting characters that aren’t in the show in this series just so Y/N can have more of a development. Also this is the first flashback yaaaay!
May 26, 2010 DAY 1 - FLASHBACK
“Tomorrow we will be reviewing global connections and economics” An older lady still supporting the 70’s look walks down the aisles of desks, handing a booklet to each kid she passes.
She stops by Y/N lowering her cat eye glasses. “And if you haven’t handed in your essay on your global issue then please do.”
Her heels click as she walks up to the front of the classroom smiling at everyone. “If you don’t have any other questions then off you go, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Teenagers start to exit from the classroom. Y/N shoves everything she can in her back before pulling the zippers up, swinging the book bag over her shoulders. She starts to rush out of the classroom when Mrs. McKarthy calls after her. “Miss Grimes, a word please.”
The girl halts in the doorway, closing her eyes praying that she could just disappear. Slowly she turns around smiling at her teacher. “Of course.”
Mrs. McKarthy nods towards a desk at the front of the room, complying Y/N sits down watching as everyone leaves the classroom. “You have eight missing assignments and still have yet to present your book talk on,” She trails off shaking her head. “Actually I don’t even know what book you’re reading since you haven’t told me.”
Y/N shrinks in her seat not saying a word knowing that she wouldn’t be able to answer the question herself.
“Now I know you’re a good student and you’re smart so this shouldn’t be a hard decision, I don’t want to call your parents and I’m sure you don’t want me to either, so-”
“I’ll hand them in.” Y/N cuts her off tapping her foot impatiently.
The lady smiles at her, “You have till Monday.” She smooths out her purple floral dress as she walks around to her desk, a trail of lavender perfume following her. She sits down in a roll out chair, looking up a the young girl. “Your good to go.”
The girl nods at her teacher, “Thanks.” She mumbled as she rushes out of the room letting out a frustrated sigh. She pulls out her iPhone looking at the many notifications on imessage.
She’s begins to read through them when she runs into a wall, that wall being Liam Cohen. “Who pissed in your cereal this morning?”
She looks up to see him smiling at her, his hazel eyes light up as she stares at him. “What?” She scowls, her brows knit together in confusion. Cursing herself for how harsh her voice sounded.
He pockets his phone in his jeans. Swinging his arm around her shoulders, planting a kiss onto her head mumbling into her hair. “What happened?”
She lets out a sigh leaning into him as they walk down the almost empty hallway. “I’m just really behind in class and if I don’t finish these assignments by Monday my ass is grass.”
He lets out a small chuckle at her flustered state. “Your ass is grass?” He questions.
She keeps a straight face as she looks up at him. “I’m not joking, if my mom finds out that I’m behind in class she’ll kill me.” She throws her head back letting out a groan.
“Hey, I’ll help you.” He smiles down at her giving her nose a quick peck. He looks back up shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the brown curls that fell into his eyes, earning a laugh from Y/N.
They continue to walk down the hallway, Liam letting go of her when they get to the doors, he rushes forward holding the door open. “M’lady,”
She keeps direct eye contact with him as she pushes the door next to him open, sending him an innocent smile.
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny. “He rolls his eyes as he jogs up to her. “I see the type of person you are.” His face is stone cold as they both look at each other, Y/N bursting into a fit of giggles, Liam attempts to hide his smirk but it only grows as he watches her laugh.
Their hands are laced together as they walk down the pavement, saying goodbye to other people on their way. Liam tries to mimic the male P.E. teacher, complaining about how just because he’s on a baseball team doesn’t mean he can’t join other sport teams at school. “I mean that’s not fair, other guys are on sports teams outside of school and he lets them join the teams, but me no, I have to choose between one or the other, what type of bull-” He bumps into Y/N as she freezes in her spot. He follows her line of sight, spotting the all to familiar police cruiser. “Is that-” She nods, answering his question.
She looks back up at him with a smile, “I’m sure it’s nothing.” She attempts to reassure him as she pulls him into a hug, her head only reaching about halfway up his chest. They move into a kiss, Y/N sensing eyes on her, she pulls away smiling. “I should go.” He just nods leaving them in silence. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you.”
She sends him a small smile. “I love you too.” They spread apart Y/N making her way to the cop car, Liam standing in place watching her.
She stops by the cruiser, leaning down to look through the passenger window. “Shane?” Confusion is written all over her face, she can only follow his eyes towards the boy standing in the courtyard. He was looking at Liam, no he was glaring at Liam. She quickly opens the door sliding into the passenger seat, before closing the door and rolling up the window. “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t like him.”
She lets out a sigh, a smirk forming on her lips as he continues to point daggers at Liam. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“Break up with him.”
“I love him.” She chuckles as he turns to glare at her.
“It’s been a week.”
“Actually it’s been two years Shane.”
He lets out a low grumble before turning his attention towards the front windshield straightening himself out. Her eyes travel over the dashboard, pens are scattered everywhere, folders placed in any spot they can fit, hell even a stapler is sitting on the console. “Does my dad live in this car or something?” She laughs out.
Shane looks around, chuckling at the state the car is in. “Yeah, pretty much.”
As much as she loves the small talk, her mind is telling her one thing and that is something went wrong. She continues to smile hoping if she jokes around it’ll never come. “Are you here to arrest me?”
Shane smiles, his face showing signs of happiness, but as his brown eyes dart around filled with fear and sorrow, she can’t help but lean away from him.
Her body is positioned against the door, leg bouncing as she chews the skin on her thumb. “Y/N-”
“Is he alive?” She whispers just loud enough for him to hear.
She lets out the breath of relief she didn’t know she was holding, dragging a hand through her hair as she looks over at him, tears pooling around her eyes.
“He’s in the hospital,”
“What happened?” She croaked out, cursing herself for letting her voice be this shaky.
Without hesitance he answers. “He got shot,” Y/N opens her mouth to ask another question but the man already answers it. “We were told there were two suspects, there were three.”
She nods feeling a hot stream of tears running down her cheeks. To no avail her hand flies up to her mouth attempting to hide the sob that fell out. Shane notices and immediately pulls her in for a hug feeling her hands claw around him, bunching up the fabric on his uniform. They sit there for minutes, listening to each other cry until he speaks up. “I haven’t told your mom yet, I thought I would pick you up first, save her the hassle.” Afraid to open her mouth, knowing her voice won’t be there she can only nod into his chest. He slowly pulls away from the hug worried if he does anything wrong she might break. Her hands start to shake as she tries to buckle herself in, only failing as the buckle keeps slipping out of the slot. “Hey,” He grabs the seatbelt from her hand, the clicking sound is heard as it’s fastened around her. She smiles at him as a way to thank him.
The car drives off as they sit in silence finding it comforting. Y/N leans her head against the window watching her surroundings blur by. She’d be lying if she didn’t try to pinch herself awake multiple times during the drive, hoping this was all a dream. But once they reached Carl’s school she knew it wasn’t, this was real.
Shane turned the car off looking over at Y/N, he noticed her silent state and took it as a sign to leave her like that. He began to leave the car when Y/N’s hand shot forward, grabbing onto his shoulder. “Should I?” She murmured looking over at the familiar figure a kilometer away, her mother standing in a crowd of parents, smiling, laughing, everything about her was bright, and it was all about to be ruined.
“No, I would never put that kind of pressure on you, I can do it, I was with him when it happened.”
Y/N nods sliding back down into her seat. Shane stares at her for a few seconds before he leaves closing the door behind him
Y/N watches Lori and Shane meet halfway, moments pass before the lady bursts into tears, her eyes travel over to the cop car, staring straight at her daughter. Y/N can only shrink in her seat watching as her mother breaks down. The girl’s eyes slam shut, already feeling the tears start to form. The world ended for Y/N, she prayed in her seat that everything would be okay, but something told her it wouldn’t, all she could hear was her moms crying and her brothers whimpering, and she couldn’t do anything.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐑𝐏𝐒.
𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 (𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶):
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
𝔫𝔠𝔱 (6 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰):
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘇 (𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼)
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚 (𝒘/𝒐 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒂):
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 (00’ 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮)
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃): 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
😏👉👌 = smut
🎨 = angst
👄= song inspired/prompt inspired
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just a small intro thingy to get things started here
hey! I’m just a new haikyuu writing blog! i mainly write imagines and headcanons here but i plan to open matchups in the future
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What Simon would be like if he had a sister.
Thanks to @ajxlawley for the idea ✨💕
Disclaimer - this is intended for female readers (comparing to Ginny) this is because I am a girl and I like to write what I want to read - if requested I can attempt to write for male readers?
- Sneaking into the Gryffindor Common room on the weekends to hangout
- Dragging them to the library to do homework together at least once a week - you refuse to let yourself or them fall behind
- Always receiving joke gifts from them on holidays
- The joke gifts being used as a cover for the sweet and thoughtful gifts hidden at the bottom of the box
- Them warning you not to eat some of the candies they make
- Eating them anyway just to see and regretting it
- But never enough to not try the next box of candies
- Being one of the only people to be able to tell them apart
- Its the way they smile, their mouths tilt differently
- They are just as protective of you as thy are Ginny
- Because of this you become very close to Ginny as well
- Spending a few days of the holiday vacations at the Burrow
dream x gn!reader | in game
a/n: i’ve been watching too much mandalorian, so please excuse the excessive use of ‘the kid’ lol
IMAGINE: LENA STANDING UP FOR YOU WHEN SHE HEARS SOMEONE TALKING BADLY ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK.
Workplace gossip wasn’t something new to Lena, and most days, she would turn the other way, not wanting to get involved in office drama. But it was different this time, when your name was the one whispered behind cupped hands, and Lena knew she couldn’t just let it slide.
“What are you talking about here?” Lena marches up to the desk of two young interns, who immediately look embarrassed. The quickly straighten, looking between one another as they stammer out an incoherent excuse, and Lena raises an eyebrow, and she coolly continues, “I hope you’re not talking about y/n, who’s one of the hardest workers I know. They deserve more respect than that.”
“Sorry Ms. Luther.” they finally mumble, and Lena nods, walking off just as she catches sight of you returning to your desk. You offer her a friendly smile as she approaches, and her expression softens at the sight of you.
“Everything okay there?” you nod towards the interns, having seen the ending of their interaction with Lena.
“All good,” Lena reassures you, not wanting you to worry. Leaning towards you, she changes the subject as she smiles, “Hey, why don’t we go out together for lunch today?”
pairing ━ hybrid!chanlix x hybrid fem!reader
genre ━ smut
words ━ 2K
warnings ━ soft dom!felix, soft dom!chan, sub!reader, chan is a wolf, felix is a car and so are you, felix is a bit of a voyeur, penetrative unprotected sex, fellatio, threesomes, established relationship
summary ━ the boys spend chan’s birthday at your and felix’s apartment, and felix lets you on a little secret about chan’s views of you, escalating into much more than just dirty thoughts..
“What do you think of Chris?”
You and your boyfriend Felix were lying on the couch late one night, with your head in his lap as he stroked the hair behind your kitty ears, a random show playing on the screen in front of you. You specifically remembered the curious way Felix decided to approach this topic, and how eager you suddenly got after finding out the reason.
“Why?” You furrowed a brow at him, turning your head to face him.
“Just wondering..with his birthday coming up and y’know…the way he stares at you all the time and stuff..” The boy trailed off, taking his hand from your head to the back of his own, scratching it in thought and nervousness.
“Lix, what are you trying to say?” You made your tone more gentle, your tail unconsciously travelling to wrap around his arm, giving Felix a sense of comfort to continue.
“What I’m trying to say is,” he averted his eyes, pressing his lips into a tight line, “he’s into you, so how about we treat him for his birthday?”
dave kisses my cheek in front of people just so he can hear people say “oooo 😏😏😏” which in result. makes me flustered HKSHKDDH
marriage, as much as everything else, is too romanticized for it’s own good.
you married kuroo out of love and romance, promises of a future together and vows of roses to make garlands, you married him in romance, a chance to build something new, something romantic — but marriage is hard.
marriage is coming home to a cold bed and waking up to an empty one.
marriage is eating dinner alone, and understanding when kuroo has to cancel date nights because he has to work overtime.
marriage is icy arguments and sleeping on the couch, because marriage, as much as it was romantic, it was also so hard.
kuroo sighs, a heavy feeling in his chest as he enters your bedroom, tired and worn thin from another restless day at work, and the only thing that makes it worse is the fact that you had to go to bed alone again tonight.
he watches you sleep, not in the way he used to, not in the way he wanted.
“i’m sorry.” he says, getting in bed with you, aware of the unnerving amount of space between you and him, and he wishes that he came home sooner to see you today.
you were probably getting tired of this, huh?
it’s been icy lately — the few times he’d get to see you are moments and glimpses, and even then you’d always appear to be less and less content with how much you two have been seeing each other.
kuroo lays down next to you, unsure if he should wake you up, or just let you be, but he doesn’t - he’d never - hesitate to put his arm over you, and pull you close.
he was getting tired of this too.
he tells you, “please don’t leave me.”
and the romance is gone. it left with the flowers along with the date nights and sentimental dinners. it left with the dancing in the rain and kissing under the snow.
it left you and kuroo with nothing else but a marriage that replaces romance with love.
and that love blooms in more ways than one — it blooms in kissing you on the forehead before kuroo leaves for work every morning, it blooms in the way his heart never tires of anticipating seeing you at home after a long day in the office, and it even blooms in him insisting to be the one to sleep on the couch after an argument.
it blooms in a crippling fear that puts a stone in his stomach, painting a nightmare of you leaving him and walking out the door with your bags.
his voice is soft, “i can’t do this without you.”
love grew flowers in romance’s grave, and kuroo‘s willing to make it count.
Hajidere: Someone who is very, very nervous and embarrassed around their crush.