*sits in corner and hope she likes it*


Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.

‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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A love that never dies

Request: Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Fluff fluff fluff! Please and thank you! 

Disclaimer: There’s is slight mention of rape and also i changed it a little. I switched Elena out with Hope and made Hope around 15-16 years old in this. 


Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

Going back a thousand and a hundred and something years I didn’t expect my life to turn out like this. Ending up with the best guy. Ending up with the best family. Ending up with the best story.

“Honey, you’re missing a button,” Elijah said referring to the back of my long wine red dress I was wearing for the Mikaelson ball tonight. After having stopped Klaus from trying to kill Elena we, mostly just Elijah and i, decided having a classic Mikaelson ball would lighten up the mood.

“Really. I didn’t notice,” I said trying to bend my arms to button the top. I had one arm reached over my shoulder and the other one was pushing up the back of the dress so that I could reach the low cut back. I let out a huff as I for the third time failed in buttoning the stupid dress.

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because I can’t make an au without mchanzo

this took FOREVER so I’m gonna come back and neaten it and MAYBE paint it idk but for now here it is - Summary/text plot under the cut!

Edit: Some people were asking, so I’ll explain for those who don’t know the basics of the Tokyo Ghoul universe- A “Dove” is what Ghouls call Investigators, who are basically policemen specifically against ghouls. They examine crime scenes, identify and kill ghouls in order to keep the public safe. You can imagine how this gets Hanzo shaken, since he’s a Ghoul and Jesse doesn’t know!

@randomrandom66 @rynnamomisablog ^ There’s your answer ^-^

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Love Is Not A Victory March - Cap RBB

Stucky, M, 14.3k, A03
Canon compliant through CACW
Artist:  SulaMoon
Author: flowerfan2

Thanks to @sulasaferoom for creating the amazing artwork that inspired me, to my beta @perryavenue for being the world’s best beta, and to everyone at @capreversebb for running this amazing challenge.

Summary:  A few months after the civil war fiasco, Bucky and Steve have started a new life together in New York.  But when Steve gets hurt, all their plans are threatened.  It’s up to Bucky to figure out what to do next.

Bucky feels like a cliché as he hovers next to Steve’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up.  He can’t relax with Steve in this condition – fuck relax, he can barely breathe, barely function at all.  Steve is ripped apart and broken and Bucky doesn’t understand how he isn’t dead yet.  Although they are keeping him heavily sedated, Bucky can see the pain etched into Steve’s face.  He’s not sure how to weather it, alternating between pacing back and forth across the airless room and sitting next to Steve and holding his practically lifeless hand.He’s not the only visitor there, of course.  No one is about to leave a recently de-triggered former assassin alone with Captain America, even if Captain America himself would insist that there’s no danger.  But Steve isn’t able to insist on anything right now, and that’s the entire problem. The first time the doctors ease up on the sedation Steve wakes up moaning, a horrid, animal noise that sends Bucky into a blind panic.  Bucky comes back to himself curled up in a ball on the hospital floor, Natasha crouched down next to him, a hand bravely kneading the back of his neck. “It’s okay,” she murmurs.  “They gave him more painkillers.  He’s okay now.” Bucky lets Natasha help him up, but avoids meeting her eyes as he resumes his place at the side of Steve’s bed.  He doesn’t need her pity.  Bucky just needs Steve to wake up.  He can’t fathom what will happen to him if Steve doesn’t wake up.

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on sketches

Sometimes Percy lets Vex go through his sketchbooks when he’s not using them - a sign of how much he trusts her, really.

A lot of his notes from before they met are messy and jumbled and - in many places - heavily damaged and torn. He doesn’t sketch people or places, just scribbles out ideas that would later become his guns. Vex finds a page early on where he tried to keep count of the days since he got free of Whitestone; it stops after a month and a half.

And then she hits the part where she knows they’ve met. He sketches out Keyleth’s circlet, Scanlan’s various instruments, little pieces of his new companions. And her. The first one is just a brief sketch, a scribble of what’s obviously her and Trinket. It’s cute, really.

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Shimmer (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by laheys-girl

Request by anon:  30, 36, 56, 53, 91 with Isaac please 🙏🏼

Prompts: 30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 53. “I’m flirting with you.” 56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 91. “Can I hold your hand?”

Rating: Fluff

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it.

Y/N’s forefinger traveled to the corner of the book in her hand, prepared to flip the page and continue reading. She paused for a moment, shifting her head to the rain that showered the streets of Paris. The umbrella she sat under shielding her from getting drenched, however, the wind had sprinkled a couple of drops on her here and there. 

The clearing of a throat made Y/N mentally groan and look up to where the sound came from. Her eyes met icy blue ones that smiled apologetically. The man stood in tall with a grey knitted beanie covering his golden locks that slightly showed on the corner. His face looked like it should be on the front page of some fancy magazine. 

“Pardonne-moi de te déranger” his lips moved as the foreign words fell out of his mouth. Y/N stared blankly for a while before she managed to say “Sorry, I don’t speak French” with a tight smile and a shrug. “It’s alright,” he chuckled. 

“I just assumed you did” she let out a breath she didn’t know she held. “I said excuse me for disturbing you," 

"Oh! No worries, can I help you?” She offered with a wider smile this time which he mirrored. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full, especially since the weather is so wonderful today” Y/N giggled at the hint of sarcasm in his words and nodded. 

“Sure, I don’t mind” he pulled out the chair and seated himself in front of her. “I’m Isaac by the way” his hand slid across the table to offer hers a shake. “Y/N” she complied. “So tell me Y/N, what’s a girl like you doing in the city of love all alone?” she raised a brow playfully at his flirting. 

“I moved here a couple of weeks ago, starting fresh” she took a sip of her coffee. “What about you?” Y/N placed her bookmark on the page she read last and closed the book. “Oh I’ve been here for a while, same reason as you, I guess” Y/N nodded understandingly.

 "Can I just say, that you have the most captivating eyes I’ve seen on a woman" a faint blush tinted her cheeks. “I’m flirting with you, if you couldn’t tell” a smirk tugged on his lips as another giggle erupted from her. “Thank you” she looked down to her lap and fidgeted with her fingers. 

“What were you reading before I rudely interrupted?” He nodded towards the book that she had set aside moments before. “You didn’t interrupt, and you’re anything but rude,” she tilted her head to the side in a flirtatious manner. “So the book is about this guy..” her voice trailed off as she told him of the book. 

He saw the shimmer in her eyes as she spoke about the rising action and the climax. He solely focused on how her eyes would widen in excitement as she described complex situations that the protagonist was forced to face. 

“God, you’re so beautiful” he cut her sentence short. “Did I say that out loud?” Y/N eyes remained wide at his bluntness. “Has anyone ever made you aware of how straightforward you are?” Y/N leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes” Isaac chuckled at the way she hid further behind the collar of her shirt. 

Y/N’s eyes wandered the streets as she observed the people running for shelter and the cars driving by. The mother that scolded her son as she wet his clothes by jumping in and out of puddles. “You’re an observant little lady, aren’t you?” She nodded as he spoke. 

“I like paying attention to things that people don’t normally pay attention to” she shrugged effortlessly. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked, surprisingly, with shyness in his voice. 

She didn’t reply, she just snaked her hand across the table to hold onto his. The surge of electricity swam through their veins the moment their hands touched. “I would like to do this again sometime, if you don’t mind. I really am glad I didn’t find a table” she smiled sweetly at him. 

“I’m really glad you didn’t find a table too” she paused to lean closer to him. “And I would love to do this again” she giggled, almost inaudibly, at his flushed cheeks due to how close she was to his face. 

Kissing his cheek only made him blush even more, causing Isaac and Y/N to mirror each other’s smile.

Drabble to go with this piece commissioned from @askbroodyelf, and a short break from writing another massively long fic that seems to never end.

Cole suppresses another sigh.

Humans really could be so complicated, making their lives so much harder than they needed to be.

It is so obvious - he had seen them sneak around each other at Skyhold, stealing glances and hearing Cullen’s thoughts so clearly whenever she was near, filled with want and guilt and fear of losing her –

resist, she is not yours, you alone cannot demand her attention

and she laughed at what he said, fingers grazing his armour –

so strong, so kind, I want him so much

It had taken months for them to take any steps at all, and Cole had to listen to their thoughts about each other nearly constantly. If only they could hear what he hears and just do what they want. Cole is frustrated because now, even after all the stuff before in Skyhold, they are doing it again, denying what they really want. The army is one day away from Fort Adamant and Cole has noticed that everyone’s thoughts have become particularly loud.

Kilastra sits at the fireplace, surrounded by friends but thinking of one in particular. She knows acutely where he stands, just over there with his men, firelight dancing over his features and he is thinking only of her, back hunched, half-listening to the stories his men are telling.

do I tell her, we could die tomorrow, she could die tomorrow – maker, I can’t

and she thinks

will it hurt him for me to stay with him, should I really add more burdens, I don’t want to hurt him

Cole is sitting next to Kilastra, he feels her worries acutely, they radiate out from her as the anguish coils in her chest and so he reaches out and places a finger on her wrist, startling her out of her thoughts:

“You should go to him. He wants you to.”

Kilastra blushes brightly, but she looks at Cole out of the corner of her eyes and says:


Hope blossoms from her, soft and pink and warm. It makes Cole sigh with relief.

He smiles at her, reaches to touch Cullen’s mind and says, “She is like sunlight, making everything brighter by her presence, warm and kind and maker, maybe I am in too deep…”

“Okay, Cole, you can stop –”, Kilastra says, her blush even brighter now and Cole knows she sounds stern but her heart is happy, beating fast.

Cole watches satisfied as she gets up and goes to him. Cullen pretends not to hear her coming, pretends he isn’t aware of every movement she makes and when she asks “do you have a moment?”, his heart leaps into his throat and he thinks for you I have everything, but he says “Of course” and they make their way out of the camp together, shy and nervous, their hands itching to touch but restrained.

As they turn the corner and out of sight he hears –

maker please keep her safe, I love her, I love her, I love her

oh yes Cullen, I need this, need you more than anything

Lips sliding together, desperate hands and desperate love and a bright, burning joy.

Cole smiles as the rest goes silent.

Meet the Gang || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I don’t know if you do this but I’m gonna ask/request. I would like to see the gang reacting to Jughead bringing his visiting boyfriend to Pop’s for the first time. Please and thank you either way.

A/N: Fun fact, this fic was inspired by the scene in “Supergirl” where the gang meets Maggie. :)

Gif by @aleclightwqqd


“What do you think she looks like?” Betty asked as she sipped her milkshake.

Archie shrugged.

“I think she’ll have pink hair.” Veronica said.

Betty raised her eyebrows at that.

“What? Why?” she asked.

Veronica shrugged.

“That’s just what I think. Pink seems to be Jughead’s color.” she said.

Archie laughed.

“You’re kidding, right?” he asked. “Have you ever seen Jughead wearing something that was pink? Ever?”

The Lodge girl shook her head.

“No, but it doesn’t mean he can’t like it. Or have a secret love for it. It’s just a theory and a color, Archiekins. Chill.” she said.

Betty bit back a smile at her remark while Archie rolled his eyes.

“Well, I think she’s gonna be cool. That’s for sure.” the ginger said.

Betty and Veronica nodded in agreement.

“I wonder where they met.” Veronica said.

“Probably the movie theater at the next town over. She doesn’t live here, right?”

“Yeah,” Archie answered. “She lives twenty minutes from here. At least, that’s what Jughead said.”

“Why haven’t we met her yet?” Veronica asked. “Haven’t they been dating for like a year or something?”

Betty “mm-hmmed” as she sipped her milkshake.

“You guys know Jughead,” Archie said. “He’s always very mysterious. Probably just wanted to add to his mystery.”

“Still,” Veronica mumbled. “It’s a pretty long time.”

Archie shrugged again.

“Maybe,” he said as he sat back in his chair. “But whatever. We’ll meet her soon enough.”

“Oh, there’s Juggie!” Betty exclaimed.

Archie looked up and Veronica turned around just as they saw Jughead walk through the front door of Pop’s. He looked… nervous? Since when did Jughead ever look nervous? The jock waved at Jughead, catching his attention.

A second later, you walked in behind the beanie-clad boy. He took a deep breath and took your hand in his, leading you over to the group at the booth who were looking at you and him with wide eyes.

“Hey guys,” he said.

He looked at you and softly smiled.

“This is Y/N,” Jughead said before turning back to the group. “My boyfriend.”

You smiled at the group.

“Hey! It’s nice to finally meet you guys!” you said.

The three teens at the booth instantly smiled at your upbeat attitude. They especially couldn’t stop smiling at how in love Jughead appeared when he looked at you. It made them all melt.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!”

“Nice to meet you!”

“Hey man, nice to meet you.”

Jughead smiled at his friends’ reactions. He knew deep down they could be accepting but he couldn’t help but feel nervous before he introduced you to them.

“Sit, sit!” Veronica said as she moved over to the corner of the booth.

You sat next to Veronica and Jughead took his seat next to you so you were right between the two of them.

“So…” she began. “Start from the beginning. Where did you two meet?”

“Another refill please.” Jughead said as he brought your and his empty milkshakes glasses to the counter.

Pop smiled as he looked behind the beanie-clad boy at you and the group, talking and laughing amongst themselves.

“See? Nothing to worry about. I told you they’d like him.” he said.

Jughead smirked.

“Yeah, yeah. You were right.”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please send me feedback!


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Stay With Me Tonight {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Hogwarts is celebrating Halloween with a grand ball, with dancing, and passion, and fun. Remus is rather upset, as well as a little annoyed, to see that the girl he wanted to spend the night with is dancing with someone else.

Summary: {Y/N} was asked to the ball by Sirius, someone who she was very happy to go with. But when the boy she really wanted to spend the night with makes his annoyance known, her curiosity is caught.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny wanted a Remus x reader piece where the former gets jealous of the date between Sirius and the reader at Hogwarts’ latest ball.

Word Count: 1925

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

A/N: I do love to write about the beloved Mr. Lupin, he is one of my favourites! I hope this is up to standard with expectations. I also wanted to add that, yes I do have a lot of requests, so patience is muchly appreciated with the busy week I’ve got ahead of me. Pieces will be published in a different order to what’s been requested, in order to space out the different fandom content. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

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BTS as types of drunk
  • Namjoon: becomes even more philosophical, thinks he's some sort of greek master and everyone around him is his pupil. Does not shut the fuck up about the universe, even if nobody cares.
  • Yoongi: happy drunk. Suddenly loses his resting bitch face. Sings loudly and wildly out of tune.
  • Jin: eats everything in sight and falls asleep in a ramdon corner. Somehow never has hangovers.
  • Hoseok: sensitive drunk. Gets touchy. Wants to hug and kiss everyone and tells everyone he loves them, including the waitress and the bouncer.
  • Jimin: a hoe. Takes off his clothes. Gets horny. Grinds on anything anyone. Dances like his rent is due tomorrow.
  • Tae: talks a lot of shit. Wants to adopt 50 puppies and picks their names. Cries if someone mentions dogs.
  • Jungkook: gets drunk after one beer. Sits in a corner hoping nobody talks to him. Starts sweating when a girl asks if she can put her coat down next to where he's seated. Gets a raging boner.
Forgotten || Jun || Oneshot

Word Count: 2483

Genre: fantasy, chinese!mythology, one shot, angst 

Summary: A one shot based off the story/drama《三生三世十里桃花》

Junhui sat numbly, in a daze. He stared ahead, staying in the same position he had been in for several months, moving only to sleep and eat; his dry lips slightly parted and his eyes red, swollen, and glassy. His breathing came out slowly and shakily as if he were concentrating on not crying. His hair, which had been elegantly pinned up before, now fell around him in a curtain of black.

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Yes Sir Part 9

Yes Sir Part 9: Holiday in Pasadena

Professor Winchester and his girl spend time with his family over the Thanksgiving holiday, facing issues as a family and as a couple.

SERIES MASTERLIST Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut. Sex in public. Angst! Lots of fluff. Canon references. Gifs/images aren’t mine. Thanks to my beta @andromytta and to my gif researcher/cheerleader @jml509 On AO3  WC: Ok, so it’s 9440 words. It all belongs, I couldn’t cut it, and I’m not sorry. A/N: Thank you so much for the amazing feedback. I see it and it gives me life, and therefore gives life to these two characters :) I hope you love this. 

When I opened my eyes the early morning California sunshine was streaming through the wooden blinds. I turned and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:48AM. I sighed and dropped my head back on the pillow, realizing because of jet lag I probably wasn’t going to fall back asleep anytime soon.

John was still sound asleep, his face still as he took even breaths. I was tempted to cuddle into his arms but he looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake him. Carefully I climbed out of bed, pulling a sweatshirt over my head as I followed the hallway to the kitchen.

When I walked in Sam was sitting in front of the TV with a cup of coffee. He was wearing shorts, a UCLA Law t-shirt, and running shoes.

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Dirty Talk

Prompt from anon: “EXTREMELY ooc smut prompt that I can’t stop thinking about: “I’m gonna stretch that tight little pussy.”

Prompt from @2moms-0fucks“k. you ready? My head canon. Plot Twist: Scully is the one who dirty talks during sex. He wasn’t expecting that.”

Title: Dirty Talk

Rating: NSFW/Explicit

A/N: Thanks, you two, for the sexy little prompts! This was a fun one to write! I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @piecesofscully for taking a look over it to make sure I didn’t write something too stupid. 

I’m putting everything under a cut, because the following is very nsfw. Enjoy!


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‘You are special’ - Joshua Hong

A kiss in the rain with Joshua~ This was a very cute idea! If I had more time or inspiration, I’d write more cute things like this for every member. But maybe one day I will ♥ 

This sweetheart, @sunnysidewrites, helped me and even gave me some ideas. She writes for Seventeen, SF9 and Victon and she’s a very good writer so you should totally check her blog out! I’ll make a blog recommendation post some day!

I hope you enjoy this scenario! Have a great day~

Originally posted by soohuis

  • You and Jeonghan were sitting at the only empty table in the cafeteria
  • Almost at the other corner of the room, Joshua was buying lunch for himself, since he had forgotten the one he had prepared at home
  • While he bought it and looking at him, Jeonghan and you had a conversation about your crush on Joshua
  • And it was then when Jeonghan suggested the great idea of confessing
  • He sounded so confident when he proposed the idea, as if he was sure that it was the right thing to do, the best option out there
  • But you didn’t think the same way as him, and couldn’t even understand why he mentioned confessing as it was the easiest thing to do. You’d pay to see him in your situation and see how he’d handle it. 
  • Would he still think confessing is easy, not having a clue about how the other person feels about him? 
  • “but i’m not even sure if he likes me. there’s no way i can know.”
  • You decided to respond in a calm way, instead of starting a rant with your reasons why confessing isn’t a good idea in your opinion
  • Jeonghan looks away from the boy you were talking about to finally look at you
  • “well, a lot of times you’ve noticed certain things your friends do to other people and you just know that they liked them. You can tell when someone likes you or not, why is it so hard now?" 
  • You can’t help but agree. You weren’t an oblivious person, or at least you didn’t consider yourself one
  • You noticed little details of what the people close to you did, such as their gestures when they’re nervous, the look in their eyes when they’re sad, and what jeonghan was mentioning; the special things they did for people that they cared for and loved as more than friends
  • “Joshua is special.” is what you say after half a minute of silence, and Jeonghan laughs, mentioning how cheesy that sounds if you, who is in love with Joshua, say it
  • “Why?” he asks, and you just look at Joshua before answering 
  • “He’s so nice to everyone, there isn’t anything he does for me that he wouldn’t do for someone else. He’s just too nice." 
  • Jeonghan just hummed, listening to her
  • Somehow, she was right. Joshua was too nice sometimes 
  • "But that’s another thing you like about him” he said, teasing her, but at the same time he was serious
  • (Y/N) just nodded, not caring if jeonghan even saw her nod or not
  • “And you? Don’t you know? You’re best friends. Doesn’t he tell you who he likes?" 
  • Jeonghan shakes his head
  • "I never felt the need to ask. I’m not the one who likes him, so unless he wants to tell me, I don’t really care that much. I’d be his friend no matter who he likes, so why should I ask?" 
  • You gave him a skeptical look after hearing that
  • "What do you mean ‘why’? Because I’m your friend too, and you know that I like him, it’s easy to ask him if you’re a close friend of his!" 
  • Jeonghan chuckles, watching Joshua approaching them now that he had bought his lunch
  • "Then, if you really want to know, ask him yourself. You’re a close friend of his too. It should be simple”
  • You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but deep down, you knew he said all those things because he wanted you to muster up the courage to confess to him
  • You couldn’t depend on him, or on anyone when it came to this
  • You had them to support you, but you were the one who should do the effort to confess your feelings to him
  • "I guess I should, right?” You told yourself in your mind, before smiling at Joshua who sat next to you and started eating his lunch with you and Jeonghan
  • When the bell signaling the end of lunch time and the beggining of your next class rings and the three of you are getting up to walk back to class, you grab Joshua’s wrists to stop him
  • “Is anything wrong?” He asks, looking at you and looking a little surprised because of your sudden gesture
  • Jeonghan stopped too, but taking one look at you, he only smiled and went ahead, leaving both of you alone in the now empty cafeteria
  • Once you realized you two were alone there, you let go of him and look into his eyes
  • And then, for a few seconds, you think you’ve forgotten the words you wanted to say
  • But you realize that they already came out of your mouth, without you even realizing
  • “Joshua, I really like you”
  • After this words, everything around you too becomes silent
  • You don’t say anything else
  • He doesn’t respond and just looks at you, shocked
  • You don’t even hear the raindrops hitting the windows of the cafeteria
  • And you don’t know for how long you stayed there, just looking at each other, his shocked stare meeting your nervous one
  • ‘He’s not going to say anything, right? Because he probably doesn’t feel the same way. He doesn’t even know what to say’
  • After thinking that, you give him a sad smile before walking past him and running to class
  • Despite how heartbroken you felt and how much you wanted to cry, you endured it and just wished for the rest of the school day to end as quickly as possible so you could go home
  • When Jeonghan sees you enter the class by yourself, saying he’s surprised wouldn’t be enough, and once you sat at your desk, right beside him, he asks you about it
  • “Where is Joshua? Did you confess?”
  • You don’t look at him, not even when you answer his question
  • “It didn’t go that well. I told you, it wasn’t a good idea”
  • “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m sure that Joshua-” You put one of your hands in front of his face, asking him to not say anything else with no words
  • And only giving you a worried look, he stopped talking and didn’t really say anything else to you in the rest of the day
  • You even saw him walk towards Joshua between classes and talk to him, but he didn’t say anything else to you
  • But it was okay, because you didn’t really want to talk
  • When the last class finally ended, you put your things inside you backpack as quickly as you could and quickly left the classroom
  • “(Y/N), wait-” You didn’t stop after that familiar voice that you loved so much called your name. Instead, you walked faster towards the entrance of the building.
  • ‘It’s still raining and I don’t have an umbrella. Just what I needed.’ You thought before finally stepping outside and walking home, letting the heavy rain soak you entirely
  • You were sure you were going to get a cold for walking under the rain like this, with no umbrella and with no hurries to get home
  • Then, you heard Joshua’s voice call you again
  • ‘wow, thank you imagination, how did you know the thing i wanted to hear was joshua’s voice, right after he rejected me, really, thank you-’
  • But then, you felt someone grab your wrist to stop you from walking away
  • Turning around, you saw Joshua, holding his umbrella with one hand but still holding your wrist with the other
  • He was looking at his grip on your wrist, still not letting go, as if he was scared that you’d run away
  • But after a few seconds, he looked up and his eyes met yours
  • You waited for him to say anything, but when he took too long and didn’t, you tried to release your hand from his grip softly and decided to break the silence yourself
  • “If this is about what happened before, it’s okay, let’s just forget it, okay? I’m okay- Well, not really, but I’ll be-”
  • Both his hands let go of what they were holding, letting your hand fall back to its place, and dropping the umbrella on the ground
  • He held your face between his hands, and leaned down to press his lips on yours
  • And the touch was so soft, the sudden silence was so comfortable, and the cold raindrops falling on their bodies, warm from each other’s proximity, felt just right
  • You put your hands in his now wet hair, prolonging the kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away and opening your eyes to look at him again
  • “I like you so much, I really like you”
  • You smiled a little after hearing that, and just hugged him tightly, not caring about your bodies being soaked in the rain
  • “I was so shocked before” he continued, placing one of his hands on your back and the other one on your hair, letting your head rest against his chest and letting you listen to his still accelerated heartbeat
  • “I would have never thought you felt the same way about me”
  • “Why?” You asked, almost in a whisper
  • “You… You’re so nice to everyone, I was scared that I wouldn’t be special to you in that way, that you’d see me as just one of the good friends that you’d do anything for”
  • You giggled, remembering how you had said the same exact thing to Jeonghan just a while before you confessed
  • “Why didn’t you ask Jeonghan for help? He knew I liked you”
  • “Ah… I was so embarrassed, I thought he would tease me too much about it and just tell you that I liked you when I didn’t even know if you liked me, and I didn’t know that he knew”
  • You laughed, hearing that. You did get teased by Jeonghan because of your crush, so he was right about most things he was feared
  • “What about you? Why didn’t you ask him for help? Was it the same reason?” He chuckled after asking, and you felt and heard the vibrations from the sound 
  • You shaked your head a little, still having it pressed a little against his chest
  • “I did. And I guess he did help, after all”
  • He looked at you when you pulled away and picked up his umbrella from the floor, a little confused by your vague response
  • But he stopped thinking about it when you grabbed his hand “Let’s go home now, we’re gonna catch a huge cold”
  • He chuckled again and laced his fingers with yours
  • “Let’s go then”

Originally posted by sicasaurusrex

Originally posted by jisooosgf

BITCH HOLD UP. ungrateful? what the fuck does she have to be grateful for? you ruining her fucking game? im……. And you want her to be loyal? maybe you should try to stop being a social liability and actually DO something besides sit in the corner and whine like a little fucking brat. you weren’t saying anything when you were plotting for elena to be the first one to jury so shut up bozo. enough is enough already and at this point i honestly DO hope she has dropped your ass for good. you were nothing more than a warm body and a cure for boredom and that’s THAT. CHOKE ON IT


Sam x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,325

Originally posted by spn-mostly

[Gif not mine, credit as stated]

“Do you think she ever got sick of what we were doing?” Sam asked Dean solemnly, his heart throbbing as he stared down at the dead grass and leaves that surrounded his feet, “I–I mean, ya know… Ever wanted it all to just end?” 

Sighing, Dean placed a hand on the back of his younger brother and attempted to soothe him with sympathetic affection. Seeing as though this didn’t work in the moment, Dean let go of Sam and placed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sure she never meant this,” He mumbled, his voice raspy with sorrow, “She was a good girl–a good hunter,” He looked up at his brother who only stared at a baron tombstone with a name that broke him to pieces, “She stayed for you, Sammy.” 

“She could’ve left. I told her so many times that she could’ve left.” 

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” 

Sam looked at Dean inquisitively, his head cocked to the side for a moment, but the sorrow never leaving despite his curiosity–he was such a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face had stubble growing, his hair was longer than it had been and shagged all about. He was incomplete without her; he didn’t know how to act or how to more or less survive without her presence.

“She would’ve done anything for you. Would’ve gone out and defeated the nastiest of monsters just to make sure you were okay,” Dean continued, “Hell, she even helped me out with those clowns a long while back. She did most of the stabbing and slashing. She made sure you were safe and when you ran away screaming, she made sure to attack those who made her Sam scream in fear,” He let out a light chuckle, “Sounded a little weird, didn’t it?”

A breathy little huff of air puffed out of Sam’s mouth as he smiled lightly at the thought. He remembered when she’d done that for him. Y/N had always been one for ‘taking one for the team,’ but Sam had hardly noticed how often she did take one for the team for him. He never noticed how often she would stay awake at night while he was still asleep to make sure he could stay asleep. He never noticed how on edge she was when they had to go on a hunt without Dean, because that was her back-up if she couldn’t do enough to protect Sam. She’d more or less tell him to stay back, to keep away from all the danger just so he wouldn’t get hurt.

But this time, she couldn’t stop how much he’d be hurting. He was hurting beyond belief; every bone in his body ached,e very muscle was sore, every nerve was on edge – and he hadn’t even been hurt physically. Her death impacted him more than he thought it would, but he’d been insane to think that it would’ve just been like every other death he’d experienced. His own and people he loved.

How sad, he thought.

“She was a good person,” Sam mused, “She did a lot for us. It’s hard to believe we’ll never even get to thank her for that.” 

Dean nodded, sighing lightly, “I think she knows.” 

Sam looked at Dean, “You think so?” 

“I know so.” 

A small smile lifted the corners of Sam’s lips. Just thinking about the fact that maybe she knew how thankful he was for everything she’d done made him feel a little bit better. He wished he could’ve told her in person; wished he could’ve said ‘thank you’ so many times. But right then would have to be enough. Just a single ray of hope, but enough to get him through.


Year later

Sam had been minding his own business in the bunker. Sitting at the table with books surrounding him like they did every evening. Whether or not he did it to keep himself occupied or to actually study things, nobody knew. All he did was sit around at that table and look through books upon books, either searching for something or seemingly intrigued in something. Dean teased him a lot about it; called him a bookworm and everything, but if he were going to be completely honest, he was proud of his younger brother. It’d taken him so long to get over… Her death… But a year later, he was flipping through books like they were links on a website. Dean often questioned what he was so eager to find or if he was even trying to find anything in the first place.

Dean was getting ready to go to the lab they had in the bunker. He was pretty curious about what technological devices were down there, plus they’d already had Charlie down to fix and explain everything to them. He wasn’t necessarily tech savvy, but he was object savvy–Dean would be doing a little rummaging.

Though, his rummaging plans would soon be tarnished as he heard a loud banging noise at the door at the top of the stairs. He glanced behind him to find that Sam was too engrossed in his literature to even take a gander at the door that needed opened. Laughing lightly to himself, Dean backed up and high-tailed his way up the stairs to unlock the door. He hadn’t even considered the fact that they weren’t expecting visitors.

Carelessly, Dean unlocked the door and swung it open.

What lay before him shocked him so bad he almost fainted.


She leaped forward and placed her hand on his mouth, “Shh!” She gestured her head downward toward Sam whom she’d noticed had heard Dean’s cry, but then he’d turned back around, rummaging through books upon books, “You have to keep quiet!” She whisper-shouted.

Dean was very quick to rip himself out of her grasp. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut, unsheathed a sharp knife from his belt loop, slammed her up against the wall, and placed the knife at her throat.

“You better explain to me real fast why you’re not layin’ in that casket Sammy and I both made and buried you in,” Dean growled, “You a demon? Huh?” He hissed, the knife almost scarping her skin.

“Go ahead,” She provoked, “Cut me.” 

Without hesitation, Dean grabbed her forearm, and ran the blade across. Blood poured out of the wound and as Dean came to the realization that it really was Y/N, his eyes widened and the knife he held in his hand dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

“Dean!” Sam called, “What are you doing up there? All you had to do was answer the door, not fight a demon!” 

Dean swallowed harshly and didn’t even try to stop his younger brother as he heard him incline the stairs. His footsteps stomped on the metal one stair at a time and Y/N realized that she was in for a very rude awakening when his eyes would meet hers. She wasn’t even concerned about all the blood falling down her arm; at least he’d know that she wasn’t a demon. 

“Dean, seriously. What are you–” Sam’s breath hitched in his throat as soon as his eyes met Y/N’s, “–Y/N?” He choked out, throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly and he kept getting choked up, “But… But.. We lowered you into the… The ground. You were–you were… Dead… You were…” Sam couldn’t seem to make any sense out of it and she didn’t expect him to. 

There were a lot of things she needed to explain but now was the time to listen to their wrath. She owed them that much. 

“That demon killed you!” Dean roared, anger spewing out of every crevasse of his body, “There’s no way you survived that! Cas wasn’t even around to save you and there’s no way he could have anyway. You were dead, Y/N!” 

Her shoulders grew heavy. It felt like she was carrying the weight of the world all on her own. She knew there was no time to pity for herself, but she couldn’t help it. She’d spent the better part of a year miles and miles away from the man that made her feel like she was on cloud nine and the other one who always kept her grounded. She hated the fact that she had to do that to them; that she had to do that to herself. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay right there beside them for a very, very long time, but how could she do that now when they might not have actually wanted anything to do with her? 

“I know none of it makes sense,” She started, earning a small huff from Dean but nothing from Sam, he just stared at her – eyes glazed, “But if you just let me explain. I can–” 

“A whole year,” Sam whimpered out, throat bobbing and dry, “A whole year you were gone. We thought we put you in that grave. We thought we did what was best. We gave you a proper burial and I cried for hours on end right there at that tombstone I  made for you because I thought you were dead!” With every word his voice grew, until he was yelling by the end of his statement; a yell that cut deeper through Y/N than any blade had ever done.

“I know,” She spoke quietly, shutting her eyes, avoiding their gazes, “I know what I did.” 

“Then tell us why, Y/N,” Sam grabbed her hands, falling to the floor, collapsing right at her feet, face buried at her stomach, “Please just tell me why.” He was pleading, a gut wrenching plead that Y/N had never before heard come out of his mouth. She’d never seen him so upset – not over anything. 

“Look at him,” Dean gestured toward his brother, literally on his knees before Y/N, face buried in her stomach as tears fell down his face, “You see what you did to him? He missed you more than even I thought he would. I didn’t think you made that big of an impact on him – no offense – but you did. Your fake death or whatever…It had a major effect on him. For days and weeks and months, he sat in his room. He wouldn’t come out, he wouldn’t eat. It took me three very, very patient months to move him out of that room and put him at the table in the library,” Dean sighed, his eyes trained on his little brother, “You made him go crazy.” 

“You remember how we were cornered?” She asked; right hand carding through Sam’s hair gently as he kept his face buried in her tummy. 

Dean nodded.

“How Crowley was there?”

He nodded again.

“I made a deal with him,” She swallowed harshly, waiting for Dean to come back at her with something that would either irritate her or make her feel like scum. But he said nothing, just crossed his arms and let out a rather long exhale, “He told me if I didn’t fake a death – made by him, by the way –  he would make the both of yours very, very real.” 

“Our what?” Dean asked, slightly confused.

Y/N sighed, looking from Dean to Sam then back at Dean again, “He would’ve killed you both. I couldn’t let him do that.” 

Sam pulled himself away from her, and stood. As he looked at a rather large wet spot on her shirt, he realized how ridiculous he probably seemed. But he really didn’t mind being viewed as ‘odd’ all that much for what he’d just done. He’d missed her more than anything. He was so in love with her that all of his feelings vomited out of his body like a massive wave of nausea; he was angry, he was sad, he was happy, he was in love – all of those things came out as a gigantic flood of tears and yelling and pleading. He couldn’t help it. He was sensitive to emotion; especially when it came to things or people he cared a whole hell of a lot about. 

Y/N placed her wounded arm behind her back and waited for a few seconds before the blood finally stopped dripping. She hadn’t done anything particularly unique to it, but she’d picked up a few spells while being away for a while. She always kept a specific ingredient with her at all times; made sure she had a surplus of it. She was smart to know she’d always end up getting injured no matter where she went. 

She extended her arm, “I’ve learned a few things,” She changed the subject, not wanting to discuss what those boys most certainly did, “Spells, actually. They come in handy.” 

Sighing, Sam and Dean turned and walked down the spiral staircase. They had their shock; their “What?!” moment. Things as such happened more often than not to Sam and Dean, she shouldn’t have felt like she’d be any different.

“You comin’?” Sam called from the bottom.

Y/N walked toward the railing, looking over, “You don’t want me to leave?”

He chuckled lightly, forcing it almost as all of the pain radiated in his chest from all those unanswered questions, “Of course not. You’re home now.”


She practically bolted down the stairs as soon as those words left his lips. When she reached the bottom, she didn’t hesitate to jump up into his arms. Her smaller frame wrapped around his taller and larger one; legs wrapping around his waist, face buried into the crook of his neck, arms squeezing tight.

“I love you,” Her voice was soft, a crack to be heard as warm tears fell down her cheeks and onto his skin, “You’ll always remember that, right?” Her voice a small whisper.

Sam kept her tight in his arms, his hand running up and down her back as he nodded slightly.

“I’d never forget.”

Calling it Hope

Summary: Abby misses Marcus after returning from Polis, so she seeks comfort in his room, his trinkets, his clothes. Of course, because she’s back in Arkadia, nothing is ever really private…and she learns some news that changes everything for her and the man she loves. 

(Translated, my Abby/Raven brotp feelings got away from me and I cried three times while writing this and it’ll probably have another chapter).

Everything looked like him, smelled like him, felt like him.

From the trinkets on his bedside table to the paintings on the wall, Abby could practically sense Marcus Kane in the room. She could see him sitting in the chair at his small metal table poring over maps of the surrounding area, laying in bed reading one of the numerous books from his amassed quantity on his bookshelf, gently hanging his guard jacket on the hook on the back of the door.

He was everywhere and nowhere, with her and in Polis.

Some logical part of her knew it was silly, girlish even, to come wandering into his room in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. What was she, a lovesick teenager? She’d only returned from Polis that morning, could still taste their goodbye kiss on her tongue. His “may we meet again” still echoed in her heart, her head, written into her pulse. A few hours was by no means enough to stir the deepest depths of absence-induced longing in her heart, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable: enough to drive her thoughts back along the path she’d travelled and up into their room in the tower.

What was he doing right now? Had Roan fought and won? Was the alliance still intact? And if it wasn’t, had he, Octavia, and Indra gotten out of the city safely?

Again, logic: there was little merit in giving weight to unfounded questions and doubts. But with Luna’s arrival – and illness – it had been a chaotic day, and Abby had quickly begun tiring of reining in her wayward brain. Her exhaustion pushed her doubts into a downward spiral, and a constant, nagging churning in her stomach hadn’t subsided since she heard the Polis gates close behind her. It had become increasingly difficult to force herself to remain sensible where Marcus Kane was concerned.

Such ruminations would be typical of the kids – of Monty and Harper, maybe, whom she’d just learned were in a relationship – but she was a grown woman, well past having learned how to cope with the absence of the man she loved. She constantly reminded herself that Marcus was fine, that this was by no means the first time they’d been separated, that they’d been parted during far more strenuous times in the past. All things considered, this separation should have given her less cause to worry than the others.

And yet, when she woke from a hellacious City of Light flashback of a nightmare, there was only one person she wanted to see. One man whose arms she wished were around her, one voice she wanted to hear soothing her as she briefly struggled to see through the hazy mirage of dreams. But her bed was empty, the sheets around her cold with his absence, her skin cool without the warmth of him beside her. As she took a seat in one of the cold metal chairs at his table and rested her elbows on the surface – then her head in her hands – she took deep breaths and tried to shove the tears searing at the corners of her eyes into submission.

It may have been late – later than almost anyone else in Arkadia would be awake – but she’d left the door open out of an informal self-reassurance. She couldn’t give into this now: not when they’d only been separated for less than a day. She just needed to be here, she told herself, for a few minutes. To feel him for long enough to calm her racing heartbeat, to absorb the remnants of his smile and laughter that remained in those stationary objects. Being here was like sitting in the sunlight; she felt safe, warm, hopeful.

When she was here, she was with Marcus.

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When You Take the Mask Off (Part 1)

Series Summary: Fank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Alright, this series is going to be under the tags “when you take the mask off” and “wyttmo series”.  Also, this series will have a separate tag list, feel free to message me if you want to be tagged!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1185

Summary: The Saturday morning rules are broken, but (Y/N) doesn’t mind.

Warnings: one-night-stands, implied sex (no actual smut), little bit of awkwardness (this fic will be a bit more crass than what I normally write, just a heads up)

(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

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Shut up and Kiss Me

 Anon prompt: “Could you do something really fluffy with Cheryl, where the reader is dared to kiss Cheryl at a party and starts to really like her?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I’m always a slut for bisexual Cheryl Blossom, fr, fr.



The rules were simple, everyone had played spin the bottle at some point in their lives. Be it at your first middle school party; everyone gushing over how there’d be the possibility of you kissing your crush or even getting your first kiss.
Or maybe you were like me, a freshman in Highschool, never been kissed and only scraping by with your friends who proudly wore the snarky label “Sad Breakfast Club” that Cheryl Blossom had given them one morning.

I had never been to a party, often choosing to sit curled up in me bedroom watching old Friends re-runs, but this time Veronica had practically dragged me along to Cheryl’s house party.

So, there I was, sitting across from Cheryl, the bottle resting in the middle of the small circle we’d created.
Nerves felt like static electricity, shooting through me every time someone spun the bottle, I felt oddly happy that it never landed on me.

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